Fuck me. I’d never survive. And she knew it. She played me.
Too bad I hated to lose.
By the end of the night, she’d be asking for it, Pleading with me to grant her a release. To touch her. To hold her. To fuck her until we collapsed in the ultimate pleasure a man and woman were meant to experience.
She’d beg me for a baby.
And I’d give it to her.
“Yeah…” I glanced over her body again and imagined the dark curves that would be mine. “You’re gonna have a night you never forget.”
“Promise?”
I held the door open for her. “I guarantee it.”
Her shy smile twisted my boxers. I led her to my car, helping her into the passenger seat like a perfect gentleman.
Of course, as she slid inside she accidently offered me a view of her soft thigh. Cocoa trouble, that’s what she was. If looking at her rendered me into a slobbering moron, catching the brush of her perfume would flatline me. She smelled of violets and sweetness, just how she had tasted on my tongue.
I drove to the nightclub, leaving my car with the valet and offering my elbow for the most beautiful woman at the venue. Diva wasn’t a five-dollar-cover close to the colleges. It was class. Velvet ropes and dropped names. It thrummed sensual music and pushed forty dollar drinks.
Leah had never been inside before, but I wasn’t leaving her to the rabble below. A man of my status earned the VIP section even before I invested in the club. I let her walk before me, admiring how her ass shimmied up the stairs. She knew it too, and each step was taken slow, deliberately, until she tucked behind the beaded curtain and overlooked the dancing below.
She leaned over a gold railing and watched the show. Couples grinded on the dance floor while those yet unattached claimed tables in the darkness. The VIP section passed around champagne. She declined, eyes lowered.
“I shouldn’t, in case I decide to…” She smiled. “You know. Have a procedure.”
God, that tease. Leah stared at the club with wide eyes and peeked over the gold railing. Her hips wiggled in time to the music, subtle. Like how she’d dance in her office when she thought nobody was looking.
But I watched. I saw. I wondered how that delicate ass would feel pressed against me.
I stretched my arms over her, covering her hands on the railing and edging close. She tensed, but she didn’t push me away, even when I kissed the vulnerable, pulsing spot between her neck and collarbone.
If she meant to arch into my lips, she hid it well. Her eyes closed.
“I want you.” I didn’t have to say it. My pants trapped my cock, and I ground the hardness against her ass to the rhythm of the music. “I’d give you the best night of your life.”
Leah didn’t push me away, but her voice challenged me just the same. “You don’t know that. Maybe I’ve had many good nights.”
“Ever have a great one?”
“It’s subjective.”
“Not with me. Spend a night with me, and nothing will ever feel the same.”
Leah smirked, enjoying the music, ignoring how my body enveloped hers. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Do you want to be full of me?”
“Are you ever serious?”
I pulled away from the railing, letting my fingers tickle her arms, her sides, her waist. “I’m always serious about good sex.”
“Wouldn’t this be a little more than sex?”
“Yes.”
“Then shouldn’t we talk about this?” she asked. “Take it seriously?”
I hadn’t lured her to the sexiest club in the city to make a damn pro/con list. I led her away from the crowd and into a secluded, shadowy part of the VIP room. We had a private dance floor, a sanctuary within the pulsing music and loose morals. Leah tangled in pink and purple shadows, drifting lights in a smoke filled and exciting club. Her red dress was not nearly as beautiful as the darkness of her skin. She was sultry and seductive, innocent and wide-eyed.
She had to be mine.
I held her tight. “What do you consider good sex?”
“Doesn’t everyone have the same definition?”
“I’m starting to think you’re more complicated.” I wrapped her tighter, encouraging her to dance. Her hips shimmied, and my cock hardened as her body moved in a perfect, sensual poetry. Never understood it before, but I gained an appreciation for it now. “What does it mean to you?”
She bit her lip. “It’s gotta be something…more than just pleasure.”
Her fingers tickled behind my neck. She played with my hair. Gently. Our chests bumped, and every heated touch tightened my cock.
“Of course sex is about more than pleasure,” I said.
“Even to you?”
“Especially to me.” I leaned in, letting my lips graze her ear. “It’s an experience. It’s excitement. Passion. There’s no better way to demonstrate a man’s strength or skill or aggression.”
“Aggression?”
“Sex is all aggression. It’s a release for that suppressed wild, instinct we possess.” I nibbled her ear. “It’s animalistic.”
She shuddered. “It’s not supposed to be.”
“Says who?”
Leah didn’t have an answer. She glanced up at me, her mocha eyes heavy-lidded and dark with forbidden curiosity. “What about romance?”
“What about it?”
“You’re describing something…feral and impersonal.”
I leaned down, bumping my forehead with hers. “If taking my cock is impersonal, then I’ve done something wrong.”
She looked away. I didn’t let her. The music faded to something slower, melodic, and pulsing with base. A perfect song to promise a night of pleasure.
“Did it feel impersonal when I devoured your pussy?”
Leah shifted, embarrassed, and she tried to pull back. She wasn’t moving that easily, not unless she was falling backward onto a bed. I kept my voice low, a secret just for her, a truth she already figured out.
That’s what scared her the most.
“I licked you.” My words rumbled. “Tasted you. Made you come. That wasn’t impersonal, Kiss. I got deeper inside you than anyone ever had, even that prick who left you.”
“We shouldn’t talk about this now.” Her eyes darted across the floor, studying the few dancers in slutty dresses that might’ve caught my attention if I hadn’t been holding the most beautiful woman in the world. “Anyone can hear.”
“So let them hear. Let them know what I plan to do to you tonight.”
“Jack…”
“You’re going to get fucked, Kiss. Like you’ve never been taken before. I’m going to own your body. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re raw and screaming and begging for it harder and faster. Better get used to crying out my name now. You’ll be saying it a lot.”
“It’s not a good idea.”
Christ, this woman. “What? Pleasure isn’t a good idea? You need to be taken. You need to be rutted on your knees. You need to feel what it’s like when you’re completely overwhelmed with passion, and the only way to escape is to surrender to your own body.”
She trembled, staring at my lips. She wanted a kiss. Wasn’t getting it. Not until she begged.
“You’re gonna be on your knees. You’re gonna be on your back. You can ride me while the sun comes up. I’m going to fuck you until you are exhausted, sweaty, and panting for every breath.”
Leah’s body warmed against me. “But we’re not just having sex. We’re doing something…completely different.”
“Yeah. That’s what makes this so exciting.” The music pulsed through me, in me. Leah felt it too, shifting close. I debated pushing her against the back wall and taking what we both wanted right then and there. My cock couldn’t handle much more of her innocence, her hidden desire. “Tonight, you’re gonna be mine.”
She glanced over the floor, searching for anyone who might know what devilish things we promised each other. The music swelled and lights flickered, cocooning us in our own private dance in the middle of everything.
“What about the…consequences?” Leah whispered. Her fingers dug into my arms.
I leaned down, capturing her lips, forcing her to listen to the words I said and the ones lost in our need. A baby wasn’t a consequence. Fucking my seed into her blinded me with feral instinct and aggressive possession. The other men in the VIP room stared at the sexy woman quaking in my arms.
They looked, and it drove me insane.
Leah was mine.
This woman belonged to me.
And the only way I’d prove it to the world was if she swelled with my child.
I kissed her, hard. “When I take you, I’m going to fuck you bare. Completely unprotected from everything except my seed.”
“And…when you…?”
“I’m going to come inside you. All night, Kiss. I won’t pull my cock from you once, not from the minute it sheaths in that perfect little pussy.”
Leah shivered. Her breath released in a heated whimper, and she slowed her dance, as though she’d fall if I weren’t holding her. But I had her. Captured her. Trapped her in my arms and pinned her against my raging cock. She pulled closer. The threat intrigued her, but she couldn’t let herself imagine all the terrible and perfect things I’d do to her body.