Chapter Fifteen
Austin
“Into the ladies’ room. Now.”
I flick my gaze up to scan the lobby. It’s a large area, fancy as hell and decked out with various places to sit and gather away from the main ballrooms. Most of the gala guests are enjoying cocktail hour, but about a dozen people are scattered out here in small groupings. Emi glances around nervously, but I use my fingers to bring her focus back to me.
“Do you trust me?” I can reassure her with details of how I plan to protect her reputation in this public setting. But I want her to trust me. I want to know that she knows I’d never do anything to jeopardize her.
“I do.”
An emotion slams into me unexpectedly at hearing those two simple words from this exquisite creature’s lips. Last week on her uncle’s boat, I told her I was falling for her. I wasn’t being honest, with her or myself. Because I fell for Emmélie DeLuca the moment I watched her dancing on stage as though fighting to get free from a prison only I could see. I’m completely in love with her, and for the first time in my life, I want forever with a woman. With this woman.
But right now, she doesn’t need my tenderness, she needs my monster. I studied her as she walked across the lobby, and I could see the tension in her shoulders and the clipped stiffness of her steps in place of her fluid strides. I’m here to fix all that.
Narrowing my eyes on her, I lower my command. “Then go.”
This time there’s no hesitation, no second glance as she walks away and disappears through the door twenty feet down the hall. Liam rises from where he was sitting across the room, waiting for my signal. The kid cleans up nice, but coming from an affluent family of doctors, he’s very comfortable in this type of setting. I, on the other hand, feel like a fucking imposter, but I’m gonna fake it till I make it.
At least all my friends are here. I filled Emi’s empty table with Chance, Jane, Roman, Addie, Liam, Raquel, and Roman’s sister, Rhona, should be here shortly. No matter how uncomfortable I am in a tux, as long as I have my friends around me and Emi by my side, nothing else matters.
“All set?” I ask him.
“Affirmative, sir,” he mocks, positioning himself in front of the hall with feet apart and one hand clasping his other wrist in front of him like he’s fucking Secret Service.
“Don’t be a prick, O’Donnell, just don’t leave this spot. Not even if you see someone flirting with Raquel.”
He scoffs. “Why would I care if someone flirts with Raquel?”
I barely manage not to roll my eyes. “Whatever, man, just don’t let anyone down there.”
“Stop worrying and go see your lady. I got this.”
I clap him on the shoulder, make sure no one’s paying attention, and then slip into the bathroom. I checked the layout before she got here and made sure it would work for my purposes. A fancy place like this doesn’t have normal utilitarian facilities. There’s an entire lounge area with posh loveseats and armchairs, multiple full-length mirrors, and several well-lit vanities for touching up makeup and hair.
When I enter, she turns to face me, her hands clasping her phone in front of her. I hold out my hand, and she gives it to me. I switch it into silent mode and slip it into my inside pocket. I keep my gaze on her as I make a show of removing my jacket and draping it neatly over a nearby chair. Lastly, I drag a high-backed settee in front of the door. There’s no lock, and even with Liam standing guard, I feel better knowing there’s a second defense against someone barging in on us. Bonus: it adds a flair of the dramatic, making it seem like I’m doing it to trap her in, not keep others out.
“How’ve you been, doll?” I emphasize the nickname as though I’m needling her with it, when in reality it has the same effect as twisting one of her nipples. This particular game was her idea, and it’s become my favorite. It adds intimacy to the barbarism, because this attacker knows her as well as he knows himself. He feels a sense of ownership over her and exercises his rights to her body whenever he damn well wants to.
“How did you find me here?”
“I always know where you are,” I say, slowly advancing on her. “You are mine. There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you.”
“No.” She shakes her head, her soft waves swishing in front of her shoulder. “You can’t keep doing this to me. You have to stop.”
I close the rest of the distance quickly and grip the back of her neck, extracting a gasp from her parted lips.
I hold her firmly, our noses almost touching as I growl, “Lie to yourself if you want, but don’t you fucking lie to me.” My free hand reaches down to where the slit in her dress gives me the perfect access between her legs. I push the delicate underwear aside and shove a finger into her wet pussy. Another sharp gasp is followed by her brown eyes turning black with desire and I feel her body softening into my touch.
“Your pretty cunt is already dripping wet for me.” I give her a few slow thrusts, dragging my fingertip along the ridges of her G-spot. Her lids slide closed from the pleasure, but she fights to keep it to herself. But it’s my personal mission to make sure she fails.
“I bet you lie awake at night—next to your dickless boyfriend—thinking about me, fucking yourself with your little fingers, wishing it was my big cock filling you up. Don’t you?” When she remains silent, I add a second finger and thrust up just as I tighten my grip on her neck and give her a tiny jolt, startling her into opening her eyes. “Answer me, doll.”
“Y-yes,” she whispers.
“Yes what?” I up the ante and circle my thumb around her swollen clit, making her thighs tremble around my hand.
“Yes, I dream about you fucking me.”
“That’s good, because I’m about to turn it into reality,” I rasp, feeling my control start to unravel at the edges. My cock is thick and heavy, demanding satisfaction. And from the way she’s squeezing around me, it won’t take much for her to go off. I need to move things along for both our sakes.
I remove my fingers and bring them up between us and use my other hand to grip her jaw. “Now be a good doll and clean up your mess.” When she doesn’t comply right away, a thrill goes through me. I don’t know if she realizes what her shows of strength do for me.
On the surface, they feed my kink. But deeper than that, every time she fights against me, she’s embracing this part of me; this part of her. Because if she wasn’t as into this as I am, she’d shy away from it. But not my brave Emmélie. She plays into it, and she does it with grace and beauty.
Leaning in so that I speak against her ear, I say, “If you want to do this the hard way, I’m happy to oblige. However, I wonder what your guests will think when their princess returns to them with her gown torn and makeup smeared down her face.”
“I’ll be good,” she breathes.
I pull back to look into her eyes. “What was that?”
“I’ll be good,” she says, her voice stronger.
“Excellent.” She opens and accepts my fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
And she does. Emi sucks my fingers like they’re my cock, moving her head back and forth, taking them to the bottom knuckles and licking her essence from them with her tongue. I’m so mesmerized and fucking turned on that I damn near drop the act, and I doubt she realizes she’s started rubbing up against me like a cat in heat.
“Enough,” I growl, clawing at my belt and unfastening my pants to release my throbbing cock. As much as I want to fuck her bareback, I don’t want to leave her with a sticky mess to deal with when we’re done, so I sheath myself in a condom, push my pants under my ass, and sit on one of the loveseats. “Come here.”
I help her shift her dress so that it won’t get damaged as she straddles my lap. I palm her hips as she places me at her entrance, then I guide her down, groaning as she impales herself on my cock, and once again I’m touching heaven.
“My God, you feel so deep like this,” she says, pressing her hands on my chest to help hold her up, as though she can’t take every last inch of me in this position. I know differently, and I won’t accept anything less.
“I don’t think so.” I pull her knees wider, so she sinks down all the way, making her gasp then moan in pleasure. Then I hold both of her wrists with one hand behind her back and say, “Now ride my cock with that hot little cunt of yours, and if you do a good job, I might let you come.”
Emi doesn’t waste time fighting me this time. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are glazed with lids half-mast, and her pussy is already clenching tighter. My girl is on the brink and is done playing games. She wants to fuck, she wants release, and she wants it fucking yesterday.
Up and down, she rides my cock, slow at first with undulating hips in a fluid back-and-forth motion that drives me insane. Her tight pussy sears my pulsing shaft, hot flesh against hot flesh, and I feel the fire zipping down my spine.
With my free hand, I move the scraps of material hiding her breasts from me aside. I tweak one light brown nipple and latch onto the other with my mouth, tonguing the hard bud and nipping it with my teeth. I move on to taste the rest of it, testing the slight weight with a lick along the bottom swell and sucking and biting on her tender skin where no one will see, wanting to mark her as mine in some small way.
Emi moans loud enough that it echoes in the small room. Clapping my hand over her mouth, I adjust the angle of my hips so that her every down stroke hits her clit. I pick up our pace, chasing our orgasms as we race against time. Her brows knit together, and every exhalation is a muffled moan against my palm that changes in pitch, getting higher with every beat closer to climax.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I rasp, pulling her against my body even as I keep her restrained. “Come for me, Emi. Let me feel you.” I don’t care about breaking character anymore. The game is over. All I want is for the woman I love to shatter around me, so I can put her back together again.
She screams into my hand as her body trembles, and her pussy fists my cock in pulsing waves, triggering my own release. My balls pull in tight, and I feel the jets of cum rocket through my dick to fill the condom, and I have an irrational resentment for the latex preventing me from marking Emi on the inside, too.
An image flickers through my mind of Emi’s flat belly starting to grow round with our baby, and I have to swallow around the emotion that lodges in my throat. Apparently when my heart settles on something, it charges forward at full speed. But I need it to pump the brakes, because I haven’t even had a chance to get Emi on board this crazy train yet.
Releasing her, I bring her arms forward and tuck them between us before wrapping her up in my embrace. I rest my cheek on the top of her head, reveling in the silky feeling of her hair on my skin. “You okay?” I ask.
“I’m fantastic,” she mumbles into the side of my neck. “Thank you so much. This was exactly what I needed. Can we go home now?”
I chuckle and force myself to pull back. “Not yet, Emi. You have a gala to run.”
She groans like a petulant child but allows me to help her off my lap. I take a minute to dispose of the condom, wash my hands, and put myself back together. Then I step behind her where she’s been checking her appearance in one of the vanity mirrors after putting her dress back to rights.
“Have I mentioned how stunning you look? This dress is… Fuck, I don’t know if I should put you over my knee for wearing something that’ll have every man here panting after you, or puff my chest out with pride that I have the sexiest woman in the world on my arm.”
“Definitely that last one for now.” She turns to place a kiss on my jaw, something she does often that I love. “I might let you do that first one later tonight at your place.”
“Now you’re talkin’. Let’s hurry up and get this over with.”
I put my jacket back on, return her phone, then unbarricade the door. We walk down the hall, holding hands and smiling like two people who are guilty as hell, which we totally are. When we reach Liam, I clap him on the shoulder. “Thanks, brother.”
“My pleasure, man. And yours,” he says with a wink in Emi’s direction.
She blushes, and I glare at my friend. “Don’t be—”
“I know, I know. Don’t be a dick. Sorry, Emi, I forget that you’re not used to our open humor about stuff like that.”
“It’s okay, Liam. Eventually I’ll stop blushing around you guys.” Her phone buzzes in her hand. “Crap, the caterer is freaking about something.”
“Go,” I say and kiss her cheek. “Catch up with me later if you can.”
She smiles and then leaves, crossing the lobby with the relaxed grace of a well-fucked ballerina. The tension is gone from her shoulders, and her strides are long and fluid again. If nothing else goes well tonight, at least I was able to give her a short reprieve and one hell of an orgasm.