I, Porn Star(66)

Adriana was right. My father’s presence in the city has triggered an escalation of the darkness inside me. Enough for me to contemplate whether I should remain here for the entire time I need with Lucky or try and handle a few more birds with one stone.

For one thing, Delilah has redoubled her efforts where I’m concerned. She needs to be dealt with. Ignoring her for much longer means risking the potential to blow this thing wide open.

Maxwell also needs to be handled. He’s still not thrilled about the Miami situation. He’s going to be even more pissed when he realizes I’ve given away two more of his precious properties. And although my consenting to participate in his campaign has slowed down the flames racing towards the inevitable nuclear meltdown, the end result hasn’t altered. He may be Governor of New York City, a post that is demanding at the best of times, but he’s also a Blackwood. Keeping a finger on the pulse of the empire he’s no longer king of, but holds a good portion of, is a must. Especially when he’s making secret moves to regain that kingdom for when he’s no longer governor.#p#分页标题#e#

It’s not a great time to be out of New York. But I have a little leeway.

My gaze returns to the monitor and I walk closer. She’s turned again, lying on her front, the spill of caramel blonde hair brushing her delicate spine.

My cock throbs harder.

Three days.

No. Four.

I need four uninterrupted days with my firecracker. Minimum.

Then I’ll take the short break I need to ensure my enemies remain in my crosshairs.





23



CLOSE UP



I wake up sore. No surprises there.

My legs shake when I try to walk from bed to bathroom. The bath I had last night went a ways to soothing the throbbing between my legs, but it wasn’t a miracle cure by any stretch. There are faint red marks on my inner thighs and around my waist. I wince as I pee and touching my swollen lips brings back a flood of erotic memories of what Q did to me last night. What he plans to do to me today.

The orgasms he drew so effortlessly from me. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind to put together the sequence of fake moans and groans leading to fake orgasms I mastered back at the Villa.

This was supposed to be a technical exercise. A clinical exchange of body for money. But I knew the moment he touched me that he had the ability to make it something else.

It’s that something else that lingers on my mind when I dress in yoga pants and a Lycra tank and head outside to the designated exercise area. I’m a few minutes earlier than the appointed nine o’clock work out, so I walk to the end of the sun splashed terrace and eye the high wall signaling the end of the wing. A similar wall rises up on the other side of the great room, but there’s a huge garden, and pool, and a gate that leads down a steep path to a jetty overhanging the water. I haven’t ventured down the garden yet, but from the high position of the house, I can see the craggy rocks against which the waves pound.

The walls do an effective job in obscuring just how big this place it. I also haven’t found a door that leads outside besides the ones that bring me to the garden. Which means my only escape, should I need one, is via the water.

I’m a gilded, well-fed, diamond-wearing prisoner, with absolutely no clue where I am.

In some ways I’m reassured that if I don’t know where I am, neither will Clayton or my father. But I know that’s a pipe dream that has no sustenance in reality, but for a moment I let it wash away a little of the fear that clings perpetually to me.

I stop pondering the wall and let the view of the water soothe me. I have my first hundred thousand. Nine more days like last night and then I can allow myself to think of the possibility of a future.

Maybe in New York.

Maybe Quinn Blackwood.

I startle when I realize I haven’t thought much about him since arriving here. It’s almost as if when I’m with Q, I stop thinking about enigmatic CEO with the wastelands of hell in his eyes. And when I’m with Quinn, the man with the hypnotically sexy mechanical voice ceases to exist. I don’t deny that they both have profound, albeit different, effects on me. But one is a finite means to an end.

While the other…

I settle on the top step and fold my hands across my knees. To be honest, I don’t know what Quinn Blackwood is. Or whether he’s even anything to me.

But you want to find out…

“There you are. You ready to get limber?”

I startle and glance up at Fred…or Freddie. Or was it Eddie? Fitness Trainer. Here to prepare my body for another night of fucking. My face reddens as I nod.

If he sees my reaction, he chooses not to comment. He nods approvingly at my half-finished bottle of water, and we get started.#p#分页标题#e#