by Naomi West
“Not a chance.”
I grabbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers and gave it a nice little squeeze. It was hard enough where he pushed himself off the mattress.
“And I think I might keep you in those boxers all night…”
“You wouldn’t.”
My thumb skirted around my clit, and it sent a pulse of pleasure through my bud.
“Mmm.” I exaggerated my pleasure just to make him squirm.
“Don’t make me beg.”
“Actually, I think I would love to hear that.” I started rubbing his cock. It was rock hard and making a desperate attempt to free itself from its fabric confines. “On second thought… I think that I had better have some fun because it's much too hard to resist you when you’re all trussed up and helpless.”
Without another word, I yanked off his boxers and threw them aside. They landed on the lampshade, casting the room into a darker light.
“Romantic lighting,” I said as I ran my lips along the side of his neck.
My goal was to drive him absolutely bonkers with lust and then unleash him from his confines and reap the benefits. It was a pretty good plan. I raked my nails against the side of his body because I knew just how much he liked it.
He threw his head back and groaned. “What are you doing to me, Cora?”
I tugged at his earlobe as my hand reached between his legs and found his balls. I squeezed them slightly before rolling them around in my palms.
“Does that feel good?” I whispered.
“You have no fucking idea…”
“And it’s about to feel even better.”
I was so wet. It was time for me to put those juices to good use. With my hands on his shoulders, I eased myself onto his length. Even now, after years of marriage, it still felt incredible to have his girth stretch my every inch. I wondered if there would ever come a time when the sex would fail to excite me.
God, please, never let that day come.
Once I was fully impaled, I started to bounce up and down. I took it slow to start because I wanted this night to last. Pleasure painted every inch of Andrei’s face, and I loved that I was able to make him feel that way.
I picked up the pace, and my ass started to clap against his balls. He tugged on the tie, trying to get to me, and this time, the knot came undone. A look of surprise flashed across his face before that devilish glint colored his eyes.
“You’re mine now.” He growled, and just as I had suspected, the tables were turned.
He pulled me over the edge of the bed and had me bent over, ass in the air. I screamed at his initial thrust because he had barreled every last inch deep inside my pussy.
“Fuck!”
Then, he nearly pulled out, leaving just the tip. He reached down and pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around until I was rocking my hips, desperate for him to continue our little fuck fest.
Without warning, he rammed into me a second time. I fell forward, head buried in one of our many pillows. I clung to it as Andrei pounded into me like some sort of animal. The whole bed had begun to rock with our lovemaking, and Andrei showed no signs of stopping.
“Andrei!” I screamed as my thighs began to shake. I clawed at the sheets because the pleasure was almost too much for me to handle.
He pulled my hair until I was forced to arch my back. To my dismay, he slowed down.
“Please…” I begged. “Harder.”
“Oh, not very fond of our punishment, are we?” he teased as he kept up the agonizing pace.
I swear I was this fucking close to losing my mind with sexual frustration.
He grabbed one of my breasts and began to knead it against his hand. And I thought this couldn’t get any better…
With one hand, he lifted me by the hips so that the next time—
Wham!
I was thrown forward, gasping. My whole body was shaking like a leaf caught in a wind storm. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My pussy gripped his cock, trying to milk him for every last drop and it worked too. With a groan, he filled my insides with his hot, sticky cum. Too bad I was already pregnant.
Panting, he pulled out, cock covered in a mixture of our juices.
“Need some help getting to the bathroom? After that, I doubt you’ll be able to walk straight.”
“I’m fine.” I tried taking a few steps, but my legs felt like cooked pasta.
Seeing me struggling, Andrei swept me off my feet and carried me straight into the bathtub. Before I could stop him, he had the water running, and I really couldn’t say no to a hot bath right now.
“How about a… bath bomb?” He sounded unsure as he rummaged through the basket of ‘goodies’, as I liked to call it.
“Yes, that’s a bath bomb,” I clarified.
“Don’t tell the guys, but these things are fucking amazing.”
“You have my word.” I made a cross over my heart just as he dropped the bath bomb into the water.
“I’m serious. If you tell anyone, I might have to collect on your life insurance a little earlier than expected.”
“I don’t think the insurance company pays out if you murder your spouse.”
“They would never know.” He pulled me onto his lap and started to tickle me all over.
When I had first met Andrei he was a difficult book to read, but after nearly five years of marriage, I knew his most intimate secrets—like the fact that he was actually a big softie; he just didn’t like to admit it.
“You’re in a good mood,” I said.
“How could I not be when you’re around?” He kissed me, and the passion of it was enough to make my head spin. “Never in my life did I ever think I would be this happy.”
I smiled and ran my fingertips against the side of his face. “You need to shave.”
“Way to ruin the moment.”
“It’s true. You’re all prickly.”
“Oh yeah?” He tightened his hold and rubbed his cheek against mine.
“Ah! Stop it!”
He continued for another millisecond because he knew that if he pushed it again further, I would go all Martina on his ass.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“You’re right. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“But there’s something I need to ask.”
“What’s that?”
“Are you willing to share that love with someone else?”
He furrowed his eyebrows, his confusion clear. “You know, I’ve thought it over, and Martina just wouldn’t be a good match for the bedroom—”
Slap! Just a light one on his arm.
“That’s not what I meant, you idiot!” I laughed. “And please tell me that you haven’t considered bringing my best friend into the bedroom with us. She clearly has a thing with Yuri.”
“Of course not! It was just a joke.”
“A bad one.”
“Are you seriously mad at me right now?”
“Furious.” I tried to keep a straight face, but it was impossible when he looked at me with that doe-in-headlights expression.
“Phew.” He wiped the sweat from his brow.
“What I meant was: would you be able to extend some of your love to our… child.”
“Child?” He repeated the word as if it were the first time he had ever heard it. “Wait…” His eyes widened. “Do you mean…?”
I nodded. “I have the doctor’s report in the—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he had me in a tight embrace. “I can’t believe it. We’ve been trying for months.”
“I know.”
His hands fell to my stomach. “Do you know when I get to meet the little guy?”
“About eight months from now. That’s sort of how pregnancy works. But who says it’s going to be a boy?”
He smiled, his lips stretching from ear to ear. “True. A little girl would be pretty damn cute... Why didn’t you tell me sooner though?”
“Well, I want
ed to save the best fireworks for last.”
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A devil like me belongs nowhere near an angel like her. Naomi was an innocent club girl. Hardly worth my time. But I needed a release, and so I claimed her the only way I know how: utterly and completely. And then I forgot about her. But she’s back now—back in my underworld, back in my enemy’s sights…and back with my accidental baby.
LUCA
She didn’t have my money. So I took her instead. One way another, this debt is getting settled. Even if I have to claim her precious little body to make that happen. But when taking Anna causes more problems than it solves, I’m forced to answer one crucial question: How far will I go to protect my newest possession?
VITO
She’s drowning in the darkness. I’m here to pull her deeper. My name is Vito Romano. I am everything they say I am: a killer, a criminal, a beast. Until I met her. I told myself I was rescuing Tammy. But we both know the truth: I took her to ruin her.
NIKOLAI
I didn’t plan to buy her. But once I had a taste, I couldn’t let go. Gabrielle is too pure to be up on that auction stage. But soon enough, I end up owning her. I’ll show her that even though there is pain in the darkness… It’s also full of pleasure. As long as she obeys me.
ADRIK
I put my hands on her body. Nothing will ever be the same again. Taylor saw me kill, and now I have no choice but to guarantee her silence. By any means necessary. From witness to fake wife in the blink of an eye. But when I begin to doubt she’ll keep up her end of our dark bargain, I make my final move… And put a baby in her belly.
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“Everything alright?” I ask. I'm in the VIP, so I have to lean in and ask loudly if I want the patrons to hear me. There are five people in the booth, four guys and one woman, the men dressed up in expensive-looking designer suits and the woman in—well, less than that.
“That’ll be all,” one of the men says to me. Forties, maybe, with really good hair and teeth, and the watch on his wrist looks ridiculously pricey. He hasn’t given me his name but he’s been flirting with me all night. He motions me over.
“I've never met you before. I come here a couple of times a month,” he says over the thump of the music.
“We must have missed each other.”
“Too bad. I would have loved to get to know you better. Here.” He hands me a tip. I open my palm and it’s a hundred-dollar bill. My eyes widen and I look back at him. “Hold on to that for me, ‘til next time.” He winks at me and I smile back.
Embers is a high-end night club in Midtown. Our clientele is mostly rich suits, their business partners, and the beautiful women they pay to keep around. I’ve been a bottle girl here for a few months and this nightlife gig isn’t half bad. Better than I expected, at least. Especially when guys are forking over Benjamins because they think I’m cute.
The outfit does help, to be fair. Our uniform is tight, shimmery black dresses with plunging necklines and short hems. I think it’s good with my hair, which I cut a while ago into a longish bob. The waves are natural but before work, I give them a little extra bounce with a curling iron.
One of my co-workers, Diana, is standing against the bar. I say hi and head around to the other side to restock my tray.
“Guess who just got a hundred-dollar tip,” I tell her, with an excited little shimmy of my hips. Diana grins, leaning forward with her elbows on the bar.
“Very well done, Naomi," she says. It makes me laugh. She sounds like an elementary school teacher, which is the absolute opposite of her personality. "Was he hot?"
“Who?” I ask demurely, smiling but eyes down as I rinse a glass out.
“He was,” she squeals, almost bouncing up and down.
I laugh. He probably was, depending on your definition of the term. Although, for Diana, a guy is only as hot as his net worth.
“Older. A suit. He’s been flirting with me all night.”
“Give him your number,” she says.
“I have a fiancé, Di.”
“He doesn’t know that.” She flips her long, blonde hair over her shoulder. “Besides, even if he did, he probably wouldn’t care.”
I nod, smiling because I don’t like to judge. “I would.”
She shrugs. “And that’s why my boyfriend put down the money for a condo for me, myself, and I, and yours drives a 1993 Camry.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Boyfriend?” I ask.
She shrugs. “He likes when I call him that. It’s nicer than what he actually is.”
“Which is what?”
Diana grins again, then looks down at her nails which are perfectly manicured. Her ‘boyfriend’ probably pays for that too. “A chump.”
It's not hard to see why a man would spend his money on Diana. She is gorgeous, a busty blonde with a beguiling smile. ‘Dating’ men she meets here at the club when she is supposed to be working is her M.O. She is ruthless. None of them ever lasts longer than three or four months—plenty of time for her to rinse them for everything they are willing to hand over and move on to someone else. Funnily enough, they always chase after her even after she’s run her game. The girl is intoxicating, I guess.
“Is he here tonight?” I ask.
“I told him to stop coming. I don’t want him to distract me during work.”
“Distract you from what? Pouring Jaeger bombs? Is that difficult?” I ask, giggling.
She scoffs. “Of course not. It's just hard to flirt with other guys when the one who thinks he's your boyfriend is watching."
I laugh and shake my head. She’s a lot to handle, but I honestly learn so much from her about how to handle myself around here, even if what I learn isn't particularly good. It certainly isn’t for the faint of heart. I wouldn’t call myself a prude, but some of the stunts she pulls make my jaw drop.
I’m drying a few glasses off when I hear Diana say hi to someone. Angie, another bottle girl comes up to the bar, holding her empty tray to her chest.
“Hey, Ange,” I say. Angie smiles at me across the bar. She’s a tall brunette. Tonight, her hair is gathered away from her face in a high ponytail that makes her already-stunning bone structure even more arresting.
“Having a good night?” she asks.
“Angie, can you please tell Naomi to get the number of the hot businessman who has been flirting with her all night?” Diana interrupts.
“Angie, please tell Diana that serially dating guys from work is a bad idea.”
Angie looks from Diana to me, then back to Diana. “She’s right, Di. Where are your manners?”
“She’s just jealous that my current man is a catch,” Diana teases smugly. “Well, catch-and-release, I guess.”
“Current man? Do these guys know how fast you cycle through them?”
“They’re aware of the risks. I make ‘em all sign a waiver before they get on the ride. Besides, who was the last guy you dated, Miss Love Doctor?”
“No, no, no. That’s different.”
“How?”
“They mean more to me than money and a couple of months of fun,” she says.
“If you’re looking for love, honey, you’re looking in the wrong place. This is Embers, in case you’re lost.”
Angie shakes her head. “You don’t know that. You never know where love can find you.”
“If l
ove is here, then it’s definitely lost,” Diana snorts.
“With that stank attitude, you’re probably right.” Di pretends to be offended as Angie looks at me. “Still, stank or not, Diana might be right. You should get his number. What could it hurt? Nothing wrong with a new friend, right?”
I balk. “What? No. C’mon, Ange, don’t team up on me.”
“You’ll hate yourself for not doing it. You don’t know. He might be the one.”
“He’s not the one, because I already found the one. I’m engaged, remember?” I protest. I would hold my hand up to flash the ring but I don’t wear it while I'm working—availability, or at least the illusion of it, gets the tips. My fiancé, Jeremy, laughed at me the first time I went to him after work and told him that I was sorry for being friendly with customers because it felt like cheating. He likes that they can all look but they can’t touch and I get paid for it.
“You don’t need to do anything with him. Just make him think you will and he’ll hook it up for you,” Diana quips.
“Oh please. How long would that last?”
Diana shrugs. “A little side dick is good for the soul,” she says. All three of us laugh, although I know she isn’t really kidding.
They don’t like Jeremy. My first night here, he picked me up after my shift and met both of the girls. Angie was polite to his face but told me later that she thought he wasn’t in my league. Diana straight-up told him he was lucky I had such simple tastes.
I don't feel like I have to defend what I have with Jeremy. It works for us and that is all that matters. I will not be seeking out any ‘side dick,’ no matter how good it may or may not be for the soul.
Regardless, duty calls, so I load my tray and we disperse. I walk back over to the booth and start refreshing glasses and clearing away empty bottles as I ask around whether everyone is okay and if they need anything.
The guy who’s been putting the moves on me all night motions me over again.
“Anything I can do for you?” I ask. I have to lean down to talk to him and, as I do, I see his eyes settle on my cleavage.
“Here,” he says, holding out another tip. I take it and feel something strange. Wrapped in the bills is a card. His business card. “I want to see you again.”
