It took every ounce of willpower I had not to throw Sera into the back of the SUV and take her right there in the fucking parking lot. I could still smell her on my fingers, and my cock was about to burst out of its skin. But instead, I gritted my teeth and drove her back to the hotel. I didn’t want to rush this. And I wanted her alone where we wouldn’t be interrupted.
As soon as we were inside, I closed the door and locked it. I wanted to throw her against the wall and fuck her until she screamed, but I could see she was nervous again, so I held myself in check. Barely.
Sera walked straight over to the windows and stared out at the lights of the city, a steel rod in her back, though she tried to appear at ease.
I glanced around the room, taking inventory of anything she might steal so I could retrieve it later. Speaking of which…’Where is my watch?’
‘It’s in my bag.’ But she made no move to get it, so I went over to the chair where I’d dropped it and dug around until I found it. I slid it into the pocket of my slacks. I’d just be taking it off again soon.
Looking back over her shoulder, she asked, ‘Is this where you live all the time? In a hotel, I mean?’
Taking off my coat, I tossed it onto the chair and set my sunglasses on the desk. ‘When I’m not on duty, yeah. And those times are few and far between, so it doesn’t make sense to pay rent or a mortgage every month on a place I’ll barely see and wouldn’t be able to take care of.’ Also, I liked to move around. I didn’t have an army of guards to watch my back, and it was better that way. Less obvious. But it also made me an open target. I helped her take off her coat, laying it over mine. ‘Would you like a drink? Some wine? Whiskey?’
‘Whiskey would be great,’ she told me without taking her eyes from the view.
Before I walked away, I leaned toward her and inhaled. Coconut. And something on her skin that reminded me of tropical flowers. A lotion, maybe. She smelled like warmth and sunshine. Like she should be lying on a beach somewhere, listening to the ocean pound away at the shore and drinking something frozen with an umbrella in it. Pulling myself away, I went to make our drinks and brought hers over to her. ‘Here you go.’
‘Thank you.’ She still wouldn’t look at me. Just took the glass from my hand and held it in front of her. After a moment, she took a sip. Then another.
I stood beside her, staring down at her perfect profile. Then I set my glass down on the desk and reached for her hair.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Taking out these stupid pigtails.’ I tugged on the elastic bands until her pink hair tumbled around her face and down over her shoulders. Running my fingers through the strands, I untangled the knots until it fell in soft, loose curls. The scent of her shampoo filled the space between us. ‘Why the pink?’ It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. I did. It suited her. I was just curious why she’d chosen it.
‘Because my father hates the color. Especially on me.’
‘I like the color on you.’
She met my eyes in the reflection, and then quickly looked away. She didn’t complain when I continued to run my fingers through her hair, just stood quietly, allowing me to do what I willed and taking sips of her drink every few seconds.
I wanted to feel those soft strands brushing my bare skin, and I’d given her enough time to accept what was going to happen tonight. Taking the glass from her, I set it on the desk beside mine. She became very still, but didn’t protest as she watched me in the reflection with big eyes. Finding the zipper on the back of her silver dress, I pulled it down, slowly revealing the creamy skin beneath. Sliding my hands up her back and over her bra straps, I pushed it off her shoulders. ‘Don’t do that,’ I told her when she tried to hold it up in the front.
‘People will see,’ she protested.
‘Let them,’ I ordered. I didn’t tell her that these windows were reflective on the outside so no one could see in, even at night. I didn’t say anything else, just waited to see if she would obey me.
Hands shaking so hard I could see them in the window, she lowered her arms and let the dress fall to the floor until she stood in nothing but her black bra, black ruffled panties, black over-the-knee-stockings, and heels. Her breasts rose and fell sharply with each anxious breath, and her hands fisted at her sides.
I unhooked her bra in the back and slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms until it joined her dress pooled at her feet. Staring at our reflection in the window, I stepped into her and wrapped my arms around her from behind, holding her to me. She fit against me perfectly in her heels, the top of her head coming to just beneath my jaw.
Her breasts were beautiful, fuller on the bottom with slightly upturned nipples, as if they were begging for my mouth. I covered them with my hands, hefting their weight and feeling her nipples pebble against my palm as I squeezed the supple flesh. Sera’s eyes closed as she leaned back against me.
‘Open your eyes, Sera. I want you to see me touching you.’
She did as she was told, her eyes slightly dazed as they watched my hands on her. Her paler skin contrasted against my olive tones as I left one hand on her breast and slid the other down her soft stomach to the waistline of her panties. Sliding beneath the band, I found her with my fingers. ‘So soft,’ I whispered. ‘So wet. Shall I fuck you against this window for the whole world to see, Sera?’
She shook her head.
‘No? Why not?’
‘Because I don’t want them to see.’
‘Why not? You’re mine now. Everyone should know that.’
She sucked in a breath as I found the hard little nub hidden between the sweet folds of her pussy. ‘Because it should be something private.’
‘What? Us having sex? Or your naked body?’
‘Both.’
I buried my nose in her hair and closed my eyes, listening as her breaths became shorter, punctuated by soft moans. Despite her protests, her hands dug into my thighs, and she pressed herself against my fingers, much as she had at the restaurant. This time, I cupped her in my palm and ground the heel of my hand against her clit as I slid the tip of my middle finger inside of her sweet body. ‘So fucking tight,’ I murmured into her hair. A fresh surge of blood hardened my cock at the thought of sliding into that wet heat.
My self-control was hanging by a thread as I pushed her ruffled panties down over her hips and thighs until they fell at her feet. Then I straightened and stared at the picture of perfection before me.
She was a goddess born onto this earth to drive us mortal men to our knees. Soft and curvy, with that perfect face, an elegant neck, luscious breasts and hips that were made for a man to hang onto as he drove his cock into her tight pussy. Her legs were perfectly formed and sexy as all hell in heels and stockings. But she was right. This was not something I wanted anyone else to see.
With a possessive growl, I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom, where I laid her carefully on the white comforter. Light from the living room came through the open bedroom door. Enough that I could see her clearly. And my eyes never left her as I removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, ripping it from my shoulders. Kicking off my shoes, my hands went to the waistband of my slacks.
The entire time I undressed, Sera’s wide eyes wandered over my body, searing my skin everywhere they touched. My nostrils flared as I watched her rub her legs together, seeking relief, and fisting the bed cover in her hands when she couldn’t find it.
I slowed down when the only thing left was my boxer briefs, debated leaving them on in a vain effort to control myself just a little bit longer, and then decided it was a lost cause and kicked them off.
Grabbing Sera by the ankles, I pulled her to the end of the bed and removed her heels before rolling down each stocking in turn. Jesus, even her feet were pretty. Her toes painted a dusky pink to match her hair.
When there was nothing left to come between us, I started at the arch of her foot and licked and kissed my way up one leg. She tried to block me by keeping them pressed together, but it was way too late for that. ‘Open your legs, Sera.’
‘Enzo, please…’
‘OPEN THEM.’ Lifting my head, I stared her down until she did as I asked, letting her knees drop open. ‘Thank you.’ My eyes traveled over her body and I lowered my head to continue what I was doing…
What the fuck??
The inside of one of Sera’s thighs was bruised and cut. Even in the low light, I could see it was the shape of a hand, like someone had grabbed her from the back and dug his nails into the soft flesh just under her pussy. My vision blurred and my head roared as red-hot rage tore through my veins. My entire body began to tremble with the force of it. ‘Who did this to you?’ My voice was low and rough with the effort it took to keep my anger under control. ‘Did this happen at your job?’
She tried to close her legs and sit up. To hide. But I wouldn’t let her. ‘It’s nothing.’
I straightened to my full height and lifted her leg so I could see better in the light from the other room. Jesus fuck. Her delicate skin was blue and purple in a near perfect imprint of a hand. ‘Who the fuck did this to you, Sera? Was this someone at the club?’
‘I’m not going to tell you,’ she said calmly. ‘So, please just let it go.’
Let it go? Let it fucking go? Some dead man dared—DARED—to lay his fucking hands on her and she wanted me to let it go? ‘You can’t ask me to just let it fucking go, Sera.’
Anything else I was about to say was cut off when she reached down and slid her fingers between the folds of her pussy. Arching her back, she closed her eyes and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue before they parted on a moan.
The fury in my veins didn’t leave, but it swiftly refocused on the sight of Sera writhing on the bed as she touched herself. She didn’t want to tell me? That was fine. I had my suspicions. And tomorrow I’d have the tapes from the security cameras sent to me. I didn’t know why she was protecting him, but it wouldn’t keep me from finding out who the fuck had done this to her.
Pushing her legs as wide as they would go, I fell to my knees beside the bed and yanked her down to the edge. I ran my tongue from her ass to her clit, and that was where I stayed, wrapping my arms around her thighs and holding her against my mouth when she tried to push me away.
I worked her with my tongue until she cried out with the need to come. Until her heels dug into the mattress and I could feel her entire body tense. Pulling my mouth away, I kissed the soft flesh inside her thighs, seeing a flash of red when I saw the bruises again, then ran my mouth up over her hip as I moved her further up on the mattress. Grabbing her hips, I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.
‘Enzo…’
‘Shhh…’ Kneading her ass, I tongued her entrance, tasting the moisture there, then I rolled over onto my back with my face between her legs and pulled her down to my mouth.
‘Oh, god…’ She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, taking her pleasure from my mouth. I wanted to fist my cock, but I was afraid if I touched myself, I’d come before I ever got inside of her.
But when she tensed over me and cried out, I couldn’t take anymore. With one last taste that sent her over the edge, I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled her down my body until she was straddling my hips. Holding the base of my cock, I found her entrance and lifted my hips. She was so fucking tight I could barely get the head in. Out of my mind with lust, I acted more on animal instinct than anything else as I got a grip on her other hip and sat her down onto my stiff cock, filling her with one hard thrust.
My ears barely registered her scream of pain.
I almost didn’t notice the way her entire body stiffened and her nails dug into my chest.
And then she tried to shove me away.
I bared my teeth, my cock pulsing with need as her body hugged it tight. Too tight. Holding her where she was with my hands on her thighs, I looked up into her perfect face, unable to contain the shock on mine. ‘Hold still!’
Tears streaked down her cheeks, taking a lot of her black makeup with them. Her expression was filled with shock and pain as she stared down at me with eyes that were too big for her face.
And fear. There was fear there as well.
Jesus Christ. She was a fucking virgin.
I didn’t know why it had never occurred to me before now that she would be innocent. I’d just assumed that since she’d gone to college and worked in the club that somewhere in there, she would’ve had sex by now. Hell, she’d come to my door as an escort, for fuck’s sake! For what? So I could do this?
‘Fucking hell, Sera.’ But even as shock filled me, a primal feeling of possession crashed over me so hard I nearly growled like a beast.
‘I was trying to tell you,’ she whispered through her tears, as though she was afraid of what I might do.
Still inside of her, I sat up and rolled her beneath me. She winced with the movement. ‘Shhh…’ I moved her hair off her face. ‘Just give it a moment. The pain will fade.’
A virgin. She was a fucking virgin.
I was the only man who’d ever been inside of her. Ever. And now she was truly MINE. And only mine.
Carefully, she moved beneath me as I brushed away her tears with my thumbs, then pressed my lips to hers. I felt her mouth tremble as I kissed her, slowly at first, and then with more urgency, sinking my tongue into the sweet warmth of her mouth. She tasted like innocence and fine whiskey. My muscles were fucking shaking with the effort it took for me to hold still and not drive into her like a man possessed as I kissed my way along her jaw, to her earlobe, and then down her neck to the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder.
I pulled out until only the head of my cock was still inside of her and felt her stiffen beneath me, but I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to come. And I needed to be inside of her when I did it.
She began to cry as I sank back into her. Sweat dripped down my temples and my body screamed with need. ‘I’m so sorry, baby,’ I whispered, and then I gave in to my body’s needs. Though my chest ached to cause her any amount of pain, I slammed into her over and over, her sobs in my ears and her body unyielding beneath me until I felt my balls tighten and I came deep inside of her, my entire body jerking with the force of it.
Afterward, I held her as she wept, murmured apologies and promises falling from my lips as I kissed her face. When I could breathe again, I carefully pulled out of her and sat back on my heels.
She laid spread out before me like a sacrifice, blood and come leaking out of her pussy. Pushing her knees wide, I leaned over and pressed a kiss to the bruised skin of her inner thigh, the scent of sex filling my nose. With my thumb, I caught the trickle of come and pushed it back inside of her where her body would absorb it—absorb me. ‘This belongs to me now,’ I told her. ‘YOU belong to me now.’
And whoever hurt her would soon be praying for their death. A death I would prolong as long as possible.
