I quickly fumble with his fly, unbuttoning the confines there, and then because I know he is always commando, I reach in and grab the most intimate part of him.
He is large, hot and heavy in my hand. As soon as I make contact, he hisses through clenched teeth. I feel him reach in and tear my panties and the flimsy material falls away like it wasn’t anything to begin with, like it wasn’t meant to be there.
“Gideon, I need you right now.” I moan out, too feverish to care about where we are or any kind of embarrassment. He is the one that instilled this kind of craving in me, a craving only he can satisfy.
But then I think he is the devil, because I know from the depths of me, that as long as he commands and desires it, it’s only ever going to be him that will satisfy me.
“You drive me crazy. I’ve got to have you right now.” He whispers roughly. There is no seduction in his voice, none of that sweet sex talk, no. His voice is filled with raw, aggressive need that I want to pacify.
Because as long as he is mine, I am the only woman who will be able to see him and meet him at the points he desperately desires.
In a matter of seconds, he shoves me against the wall, hikes up my right leg and steps close to me, aligning out bodies and building the height of delicious anticipation as he goes.
He enters me with one brutal, sexy, deep thrust that makes me see stars in a damn closet.
I scream silently.
“Don’t you dare come.” He commands, but I can’t help myself, I’m at the brink and he hasn’t even touched me.
“You are so wet and God, you are tight.” He grits out as we strain together.
And then he starts thrusting in earnest, plunging into the depths of me. Judging by the fast, brutal tempo that he sets, he is almost at the brink himself. He ruthlessly drives into me, asserting his dominance over me like he vowed he would. He doesn’t need to say a word; my body knows who it belongs to; and as silly as this sounds, so does my mind and my heart.
I claw at his back, my nails digging through his perfect, expensive tux. I need to hold on to something, straining for my release, straining and desperately needing him to give it to me.
I don’t feel any different for him just because of what he has done, and what he is capable of doing. I know damn well that Gideon is dangerous, there is a side of him that needs violence, and knowing that it’s there doesn’t lessen my own need of him. If anything, the awareness of him awakens a primal need in me that I know only he can answer. Only he can understand.
We haven’t broken our gaze on each other. He is staring into my damn soul, watching me fall apart, for him. This is too much, everything is too much. I feel like I will combust.
“It’s too good. . .” I moan out, watching his beautiful face, twisted harshly by lust and need.
“Only you. It’s only ever this good with you and for you.” He whispers roughly.
He pounds into me, hitting my sweet spot each time, hitting the end of me with ease. My body produces more lubrication to allow him an easy passage, because all my body knows, all it wants is him.
“You won’t come unless I tell you to.” He states with absolute seriousness.
At this point, you might think I’m pathetic and a fraud to every feminist movement that I believe in, but in this moment as he uses my body, playing me like his favorite instrument, moving in me like he would die if he doesn’t; I know one thing.
I’m in love with this man.
As that thought hits me full force, Gideon grunts out harshly, his face twisted with the agony of pleasure and as he starts coming inside me, with strong powerful jets, all while watching me; I know he reads that emotion and realization in my eyes.
“Let go for me, baby.” He instructs softly. And just like every other command he instructs to my body, I let go.
With my eyes locked onto his, his body tense and rigid, I let go. In his arms, standing on one heeled foot, my body anchored by him, I let go.
I let go of all the pain I feel inside, all my brokenness, all my anger. I let go and surrender to the love that has always been there since the day this man laid his eyes on me. Since the pools of green eyes pierced my soul.
He owns me. And there is nothing I can do about that. And I don’t want anyone to do anything about it either.
Chapter 30
Gideon
Fuck, that wasn’t supposed to happen.
I wasn’t supposed to fuck her in this dirty room no doubt, but I couldn’t help myself. My body and my mind have been coiled with too much restless energy, livid energy, that has been begging for release since the warehouse from a few hours earlier.
As soon as she stepped off that elevator, that damn dress shaping her body, her sexy leg peeking from that damn long slit, I knew I wasn’t going to keep my hands to myself. But as soon as she opened her mouth, that damn mouth; I was gone.
“Did he tell you who he is?” I question as I fix her dress. I can’t do anything about the torn panties so I just shove them into my pocket.
“He told me a few hours ago, Caleb Lorenzo.” She informs, looking at me like a predator, and that’s how I feel. I want her again,
“And who do you think the Lorenzo’s are?” I demand, getting angry. She was in the direct line of danger and she stands there, unaware.
“Judging by the way you are looking at me now, you know.” She shoots at me, folding her arms after pushing my hands away from her.
“The damn MIAMI syndicate, that’s who.” I grit out as I feel the vibration of my phone. But I’m watching her. She is suddenly tense, her face losing color but I can’t really tell with the stupid dim light in this room.
I take out my phone and notice an SOS text from Max. Apparently our troubles have just started downstairs.
“We have to go. You will go directly with Fred. He will take you to the house.” I instruct her as I take out a handkerchief from my breast pocket and then lift her leg to wipe away the evidence of our union. If this was another night, I would have left her like that, allow my cum to run down her thigh to remind her that she is all mine.
She watches me and doesn’t say anything, the storm in her eyes brewing through the contact lenses, almost calling to the storm within me. I stand up after making sure she is alright then go and unlock the door for her to pass.
“What? No way, I’m not leaving.” She huffs out, already gearing up for an argument.
“Not now, Charlotte.” I grit out. “There is lot happening tonight. And your new friend is a sociopath and he is after his damn father.” I explain.
“I know that, he told me.” She informs as we walk back to the elevator. I scan the card and punch in the code and the doors open.
“Yeah, that’s not the half of it. His father knows and he is here. I have no doubt blood will be shed so I don’t want you anywhere near here.” I inform as I turn to look at her gorgeous self.
God, she is a sight for sore eyes. She looks up at me and then opens her little purse, taking out a tissue, then she starts wiping at my neck.
“Lipstick.” She murmurs quietly, looking up at me with those damn eyes that slay the life right out of me.
I reach out, pulling her closer to me and fix her hair as best as I can. I will be damned if anyone touches a strand of this glorious hair. There is a small mirror in the service elevator but we don’t need that. I see her in her entirety and I have no illusions, she sees me just as clearly if not better.
“What about Demetri and Harvey?” She questions.
“I have Max on top of the situation, but I think Demetri will be too worried, shaking in his boots at having Giovanni Lorenzo here.”
“What does Giovanni want?” She asks
“I’m not sure, but I have a feeling whatever it is, it’s not pretty. His son has one large surprise coming his way.” I explain, not mentioning that there is a rumor circulating that Demetri is also in trouble.
“And the FBI?” She questions. “I don’t like any of this, Gideon.”
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“I know baby, that’s why I need you and Fred to find your friend Sam and get the hell out of here.” I tell her, my voice low intended for her ears only.
“Speaking of Fred,” She starts and I know exactly where this is going. “It’s not his fault, I begged him not tell you anything.”
“I know and I’m not happy about that.” I inform her, I don’t even want to think of the danger she was in all this time.
“You don’t have to be. Just don’t punish him.” She pleads as she wraps her arms around me. I swear, this woman can bring me to my knees just from the way she looks at me. And she has a way with words that reaches past my rules.
What am I going to do with her?
The elevator comes to a stop and the doors begin opening. I see Fred standing there and I nod at him, keeping in mind what Chloe just said. I guess he and I will talk about this later. I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of her smiles, so I get it. But that doesn’t excuse his poor and dangerous decision to keep such information to himself.
“Take her to the house.” I instruct. I don’t want her in the city. Not today or tomorrow, until I make sure that all dangers are abated. Until then, I won’t risk her. Not now, not ever.
“Yes sir.” He agrees.
“What about you?” She questions, her voice filled with alarm now, as she realizes that we are about to separate.
“I’m right behind you, baby.” I say softly, stroking her soft cheek, soothingly.
“No, come with me.” She demands and I really wish I could, but I made a deal that I want to see through. “We can’t be separated right now, Gideon.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Go get Samantha and get out of here.” I instruct seriously. If I listen to her pleas and look into her eyes, I will drop everything and go with her.
I feel like there is something else going on around here and I can’t place my finger on it. I feel uneasy all of a sudden as I look down at her.
I can’t help but lean down and kiss her fast. It’s a short, chaste kiss but it says everything that we both want to say but can’t. I saw her up there in that room. I saw what she has going on inside her and I know, even if she doesn’t say it, that she wants it back.
But I’m not going to promise her the world that I have no control over.
“You are mine. No one else will have you.”
“And so are you.” She responds with fire and a tenacious energy that has me ready to fight for her.
With that declaration, I watch as she leaves with Fred. I take out my phone, quickly walking back to where the action is happening. Time is money and I can’t waste any of it. As I reach the ballroom, there is commotion everywhere making me freeze.
The attendees are all scrambling around as if uneasy and confused. I guess while I was with Charlotte, the party escalated to a whole other level of excitement. I shove the phone back into my pocket, no way I can focus on the messages on it now.
I search the room for Max. He has to be here somewhere. I spot him standing in the middle of the room talking to two familiar figures. Great.
“Gentleman, good evening.” I greet as soon as I reach them. “Special Agent McGuire, Agent Felix.”
They look at me and then look back at each other. Max is looking at me demanding my attention, but I focus my gaze on the agents, most especially, shady ass McGuire.
“How generous of you to join us, Mr. Black. Your friend was just telling us that you had left already. Something about an emergency with one of your subsidiaries out of the country.” McGuire says, looking at me like I am a criminal.
I’m shocked to hear this but I don’t show it. I look at Max and it’s only then that realization hits me. I look at the agents again, “There was a mistake in our communication line. I sent someone else in my place to handle the issue.” The lie rolls off my tongue easily, looking at the agents.
“That works in our favor then. Mr. Black we would like to take you in for questioning as a key suspect in our investigation.”
Suspect?
Chapter 31
Chloe
We find Sam standing by the back entrance of the laundry room with John.
“Girl, there you are. Looking like you just had one steamy round. . .” She starts as soon as she spots me and I rush to shush her.
“Sam, not now. We can talk later.” I quickly silence her under my breath as we start walking with purpose towards the back entrance of the hotel, following John and Fred.
“Yeah, I agree, we can talk about this later.” She agrees, making me pause for a second. “What’s going on?” She demands. “One minute I was talking to Lawrence, waiting for you like your friend Caleb said and then the next moment, some large, scary looking men came in and everything got weird.”
“What happened?” I demand, grabbing her arm a bit roughly, my curiosity getting the best of me. We stop walking altogether and I look at her, wide eyed.
“I don’t know what happened. One moment, the Caleb guy was trying to talk to Lawrence but Lawrence didn’t want to talk to him, and the next thing I know, this older guy who looks like your friend came over with these men and they took Lawrence and your friend out of the room.” She explains, her eyes now wide as she takes in my reaction.
“Took them out of the room? Where to?” I question.
“I don’t know. Max came over immediately and told me to go with that guy, John, to come find you. And he looked deathly serious too, I couldn’t argue with him.” She rushes out, now starting to wring her hands. “Did something happen to Lawrence? Was I not supposed to leave?” She anxiously questions.
“No, no, you did well but did you see where they went?” I question, that sinking feeling within me getting worse. Something isn’t right. The hairs at the back of my neck stand up on end, I feel the danger in the air. I can smell it even.
“Chloe, we have to go now!” Fred informs hurriedly as he starts rushing Sam and I through the kitchen and out of the hotel’s service back entrance. The same entrance Caleb and I used what seems like an eternity ago.
“Where are we going?” Sam demands, worry filling her voice now.
“We are going somewhere safe.” I say to her, trying to keep my voice strong and steady. Gideon, where is he?
As soon as we exit the back door, we come to an immediate halt. I crush into Fred’s back, causing Sam to crush into me. Why has he stopped, where is John? Where is the car.
“Fred, let’s go!” I almost shout but he doesn’t move, but his hand at my wrist presses down painfully.
“Just give her to us.”
It’s then that I hear a menacing voice. A voice of danger. Alarm bells start ringing in my ears, goosebumps, the worst kind, appear out of nowhere as I become aware of the threat that is close by.
“Gentleman, I suggest that you leave, right now.” Fred calmly states. He says the words so coolly as if he can’t see the danger.
“What’s happening?” Sam whispers and I direct her to keep quiet. I don’t want to draw attention toward her. So, I push her back into the kitchen, hoping she sees the direction in my eyes. In this moment, I know I can’t let fear in, because it is fear that will end my life as well as the life of the people I care about. No fear!
“Go!” I mouth to her, trying not to move as much as possible or to make a sound. She shakes her head, looking bewildered and I compose myself, mouthing to her to go back.
“Chloe, no.” She whispers back, but I use one last burst of energy, hearing Fred saying something to the whoever he is talking to. I step forward and push Sam the rest of the way through then quickly close the door behind her.
I see the locking latch and I use it. There, now she is away from whatever danger awaits for me.
The thing about my very brave action is that, it drew attention to me and the sound that was coming behind Fred. One moment I felt his solid back behind me and then the next thing, he is forcefully moved away from me, exposing me.
As soon as Fred is moved, I look around and notice eight, large, intimidating men with guns drawn. All of them pointed at me. I look to my left as see three of them trying to contain Fred and then the rest are looking at me.
“There you are. You are coming with us, girl.”
And with those ominous words, a large guy grabs me lifting me off the ground. I struggle, kicking every which way.
“You bastards, let me go!” I scream, kicking, but the guy is holding me with an ironclad grip. He puts me down as another large guy comes to help him. I use that moment to press the heel of my stiletto into his foot. And he howls is pain.
“You bitch!” He spits and he drops me roughly to the rough road. I fall down, feeling my skin being cut up in various places. I try to spin as fast as I can, trying to escape, because I know, these men are not here for a social get together. These men mean to kidnap me, maybe kill me. But I refuse to think that.
I don’t roll away as far and as fast as I want because all too soon, another large, fat guy, this one with a mean face, he grabs me, picks me up and doesn’t let go no matter how many kicks to the shin I give.
I watch in horror as another guy, a familiar looking guy come close to me. He has something in his hands, something very thin and shiny in the fluorescent street light.
“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” The guy holding me says, and they all start laughing. “Will make for a great price.” He says.
The other guy coming towards me stops in front me and looks at me, He isn’t laughing, just looking at me.
“This won’t hurt a bit. It will just send you off to La La Land.” He informs, making me confused. His words register as I look at the injection in his hand. He means to drug me!
I start to panic once again, frantically looking at Fred but he is immobilized, in a brutal looking position. Where is John?
As the stupid asshole pricks my skin at my wrist, Fred and I lock gazes.
“What are we going to do about this one?” Asks one of the assholes.
“Finish him, like the other one.”
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