Chapter Two
Lucas’s cock threatened to split his pants open he was so fucking hard. Kate’s nerves were getting the better of her, and he didn’t want to scare her off. Stroking her cheek, he slid his fingers down, touching over her pulse, which pounded against his fingers.
He didn’t expect her to speak, but she released a little whimper and bared her soul. “I don’t like feeling like this. I don’t … I’m not used to this. There’s something about you, Lucas. I don’t … I can’t handle … I’m scared.”
“You’ve got nothing to be afraid of.” He leaned in close, and when she didn’t pull away, he pressed his lips to hers.
Lucas tried to go at her pace. It wasn’t in his nature to submit. He was a man who demanded control. He dropped the gentle persona. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he cupped her face with his other hand and slammed his lips down on hers. Most of her life people had treated her with tenderness and care, and he totally got that. There was something dying inside her, and he intended to break through, to show her something else.
She was a strong woman.
He never wanted her to forget that. Sliding his hand from her hair down to her tit, he held her in his palm, rubbing the hard bud, hearing her moan even as he swallowed her kisses.
Moving his hand down to her waist, he turned her, using his strength until she straddled him on the car seat. When the fabric of her dress got in the way, he pulled it up, helping her get comfortable. Running his hands down her back, he gripped her ass, holding her in place as he rubbed his dick against her.
She whimpered, and he slid beneath her dress to cup her pussy. The panties she wore were so small, just a G-string that nestled between the curves of her ass. Slipping a finger beneath the fabric, he touched her pussy. A fine dusting of hair covered her lips, which were slick with her arousal, and he was so damn happy that she’d not succumbed to being bare. He hated women who removed all hair. To him, bare pussies reminded him of kids, and he didn’t want to think about that and sex in the same sentence.
She pulled away, her lips swollen from his kisses.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked.
Her gaze went wide.
“You’re going to have to tell me if any other man has touched this pretty cunt, Kate. I want to know if you’ve been taken care of, or if this is your first time.” He didn’t like the thought of another man touching her, being inside her, consuming her, hearing her cries as he brought her to the edge.
No one took what belonged to him, no one.
Kate belonged to him, and had from the first moment he woke up to hear her screams. He’d asked her staff, who’d said the nightmares had only occurred since her attack. In that moment, he’d wanted to slaughter the fucking lot of them. They hadn’t wanted to bother themselves with dealing with her, and that just pissed him off. She deserved so much more than those bastards that claimed to have her best interest at heart. They didn’t care, not at all. They just loved that she made a fortune for them.
“Yes, I’m a virgin. I’ve not been with anyone else.”
She made to get off him, but he wouldn’t let her go. Holding her in place, he smiled at her. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”
“I figured…” She didn’t continue speaking, and he smiled.
“You think that because you’ve got no experience, I don’t want you?”
She nibbled her lip, tears in her eyes, and this time, he offered her a smile, pushing some of her hair off her face. His fingers were still so close to her pussy.
“I’ve got no problem you being a virgin. I wanted to know so I knew if I was to take it slow, or if I could speed up.” He slid his finger through her slit and watched as she gasped, grasping his arms as he teased across her clit.
The grip she had on his arms tightened, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re mine, Kate. You’ve been mine for a long time.”
“We’re crossing a line.”
“Some lines need to be crossed in order to get what we want.” He sank his fingers into her hair and tugged her down, kissing her lips. “Knowing no other man has touched you, has been inside you, or even known how damn fucking perfect you are…”
“I can’t please you.”
“Yes, you can, babe. I know what I like, and I’ve heard you take plenty of instruction. You’ve got this.” He took possession of her mouth, rubbing her clit. They were coming toward the hotel where they were staying until they moved to the next city. It was all go, and Kate rarely took time for herself, but that was about to change.
As he continued to rub her clit, he watched her orgasm begin to build. He didn’t stop, wanting to see her experience one orgasm before they left the car. If they were in the privacy of their hotel room, he’d have his mouth on her pretty cunt. For now, he’d have to be content to bring her release with his fingers.
She cried out, her back arching, and he knew that for the rest of her life he was going to bring her pleasure, to only hear her cries of arousal, never of fear. Kate had gotten under his skin, and he didn’t give a shit about age differences. He wanted her, and nothing was going to get in his way.
Kissing her pretty mouth, he pulled his fingers from her pussy, licking them clean. She tasted delicious.
****
Kate followed Lucas’s lead. The moment the limousine came to a stop, she held his hand as he pulled her from it. There weren’t as many press members, but Lucas kept her close, not letting her go. Once inside the hotel’s main lobby, he moved them to the elevator.
No one was inside, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“I want you to cancel the rest of your dates for the next month,” he said.
She stared at him in their reflections of the glass. “How?”
“Tell your team you’re taking some time for yourself.”
“I can do that?”
The smile he gave her sent tingles down her spine. “You’re the boss, Kate. Didn’t you realize that? They need you a lot more than you need them, and you’ve got to realize your own worth.”
She licked her dry lips, wondering if she could do that.
“You’ve not stopped working since you were eighteen. You perform all the time, and it’s not wrong or brattish to ask for a little time. If you burn out, they don’t have anything to offer.”
The elevator doors opened, and he moved her toward their room.
He kept to the front, checking that it was safe before letting her enter. He had a whole team, but he’d told her many times that he only trusted himself with her safety. Everyone else had fucked up.
With the door closed, she realized that she wasn’t alone with her friend anymore, or her guard. He’d brought her to orgasm with his fingers, and that had changed the dynamic of their relationship.
He closed the curtains, giving them both privacy. Only a couple of lamps provided light, but she saw him just fine.
“Do you want me to go to bed and ignore this between us, Kate?” he asked.
She fisted her hands at her side, hating that he was giving her this choice. He was her employee, but she didn’t want to think of it like that. She wanted him to be here because he wanted that, not out of some obligation.
“Do you want this?” she asked.
He stepped right up to her, taking her hand and forcing her to uncurl her fist. In the next moment, he placed her hand right over his cock, which was rock-hard. “This is what you do to me. I want you, Kate. I wouldn’t be here, and I certainly wouldn’t have touched you if it was supposed to be out of some obligation. I’m not that kind of guy. Don’t for a second think it is.” He released her wrist. “I’m giving you an out, baby, because once I start, I’m not going to stop. You’re going to be mine, and you need to realize that I call the shots.” He stroked her neck.
He hypnotized her with his stare, and she didn’t want to look away. She didn’t want to be anywhere else but with him, consumed by him.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you.”
His hand moved to the back of her neck where the dress was held together with a single clasp. With a flick of his fingers, the dress fell down, and she stood before him naked apart from the G-string, which wasn’t much protection at all.
She went to cover herself.
“Don’t even think of hiding from me. That’s not going to happen.” Once again, he touched her chin, tilting her head back. “You’re never to hide from me, not once. I want to know everything that is going on inside your head.”
Slowly, his fingers skimmed down her neck, going toward her breast. She gasped as the backs of his fingers stroked over her nipple, and down he went, touching the scar that was a constant reminder of that awful night.
“I think you’re incredibly beautiful. Your raven hair, your blue eyes that always look so full of fire. Your full body. Incredibly big tits and hips. I love your thighs. I know when I finally fuck you, they’re going to grip me, and I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my waist. I find you to be the most sexy, desirable woman I’ve ever known.”
She reached out, placing her hands on his chest, running them up inside his jacket, then pushing it off until it fell onto the floor. The guns at his sides didn’t alarm her like they once did. She’d seen him practicing with them many times. He’d even taken her to the gun range to practice. She hated holding a gun, and hoped she never had to.
He took over, removing the guns, and she began to unbutton his shirt, but he batted her hands away. In one quick move, he picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom.
“I’m too heavy.”
“You’re perfect. Shut up with all that bullshit. I don’t want to hear it.”
He placed her on the center of the bed, and she sat up, watching as he removed his clothing. The shirt fell first, next his pants, followed by his boxer briefs. His cock was … well, she hoped he’d fit, even though it was such a stupid and immature thing to think. He wrapped his fingers around the length, working from the base going up to the root then down again.
The tip leaked pre-cum, and he used it to rub into his cock. She couldn’t look away from what he was doing.
She found it highly erotic to see him pleasuring himself.
Finally, he joined her on the bed.
“Spread your thighs.”
Opening her legs, she tried to push the nerves away. She’d never been in this position. She’d never wanted to be, but right now, with Lucas, there wasn’t anywhere else in the world she wanted to be than with him.
He reached up, grabbing her G-string. She expected him to peel it down off her body. He didn’t. With a tug, he snapped the fabric and tossed it aside.
“You’re mine now, Kate.”
She wanted to be his.
There was no turning back.