“Picture me kissing your toes, to your ankles, to your calf.”
I imagined his warm lips on my skin, spreading light touches over my body.
“Now I’m licking up your inner thigh and I place a soft kiss on the freckle at the crease.”
I moaned, my breathing picking up at the erotic images his words put into my head. Liquid heat spread from my core through my body, heating my skin.
“Want me to continue, lover?”
“I need you here. Right now,” I pleaded.
A soft click sounded around the room making my eyes pop open. Brett leaned against the door, his eyes dark with lust and desire as they roamed down my body.
A wicked glint flashed in his gaze when he walked to the black cushioned chair in the corner of the room.
“Brett, what are you doing?” I asked, surprised that he didn’t join me on the bed.
He smirked and rubbed his chin before loosening the tie around his neck. The veins in his thick forearms strained against the movement, his strong fingers unbuttoning the first couple of buttons of his shirt.
I sat up, leaning on my elbows and raised an eyebrow.
“Get off the bed.”
I rose from the bed and took a step towards him when he raised his hand and pointed at the floor.
A smug smile spread on his face. “On your knees. I’m going to make you beg for my cock.”
My stomach flipped at the hard demand and with shaky legs, I lowered to my knees.
I watched as he unbuckled his belt and reached inside his pants before pulling out the rigid length. My pussy pulsed and clenched, needing him inside me. I licked my lips, tensing at not being able to touch him just yet.
His large hand wrapped around the thick veiny muscle, slowly stroking from base to tip. “You like watching me?”
I nodded, words lost on my tongue. It was highly erotic the way he fit so perfectly in his large hand as he pleased himself. It was simply beautiful.
His body strained, the muscles in his jaw tightening as his hand picked up speed. The tip turned a dark shade of pink, like he was holding back on his release.
Taking a breath, I inched my hand up my inner thigh before grazing my fingers over my mound.
His eyes followed my movements. Drawing from my new-found bravery, I pushed a finger through my soaked folds.
His breath hitched at the same time as I moaned while we both pleased our bodies.
“Finger your pussy,” he husked.
I spread my knees wider, leaning back against the bed and inserted a finger into my sex. The walls of my core clenched around me as I moved my hips back and forth.
“Fuck, lover,” Brett said, squeezing his cock hard.
I licked my lips and moaned, grazing my finger of my clit. A jolt of electricity shot through my body.
“Come for me.”
My eyes widened. Not even hesitating, I pushed the hard nub and cried out. Flicking my finger back and forth, a tingle spread through my body.
“That’s it. Stroke your clit. I want to watch you come against your hand.”
I moaned at his words of encouragement and gasped as an explosion of desire erupted through me. My eyes fluttered closed, his name leaving my lips as I came hard around my fingers.
Suddenly, I was lifted into the air and bent over the edge of the bed as a rough hand smoothed down my naked back. My feet dangled, not touching the floor as Brett held me down.
My heart pumped hard, my skin humming from the remnants of my orgasm.
“Beg,” he demanded.
I looked over my shoulder and watched him continue to stroke himself. Our gazes collided and I smirked, waiting.
“Lover,” he breathed, his hand moving fast over his cock. A moment later, he shook and growled, warm liquid shooting from his body.
I moaned and arched under him, feeling his release coat my ass and tailbone.
“Shit.” His hand slowed, a shiver trembling through his body.
“Brett?”
His passion-filled eyes met mine.
“Now I’m begging.”
***
My body stirred awake the next morning, sore and stiff in all the right places. I rolled over, expecting to find a warm body beside me but found the space empty instead.
I got off the bed, pulled on Brett’s white t-shirt and a pair of his boxers when I heard voices in the living room.
I opened the door and peaked out into the hallway. My stomach twisted at the sound of a woman’s voice.
“Claire, you can’t be here.”
My heart sunk. No, not that woman. She was here. In my boyfriend’s apartment. A territorial edge fluttered through my body, my hackles raising over her being here.
“She won’t even know, Brett. Come on, baby. Have a taste of what you’ve been missing these past couple of weeks.”
“Get your fucking hands off of me.”
Bile rose to my throat. She was touching him. Her hands were on a body that was meant for me and me only. Mine.
“Claire, stop,” Brett demanded.
“Brett, I know you’ve missed me. Can that little whore please you like I can?”
Fury erupted through my body but I was frozen. I couldn’t move as I listened.
“She’s not a fucking whore. Now get out of my apartment.”
“Where is she? In your room?”
I heard heels clicking on the tiled floor, heading my way.
My first thought was to run, to hide but there was no way that I was going to let her win. It’s what she wanted. I would claw off her face before I let her get a hold of him again.
“You need to leave. Right the fuck now,” Brett snarled.
“Oh yeah, Brett. Push me. You know I like it rough. Does your little slut please your dark sadistic desires, baby?”
I frowned. What the hell was she talking about? And I was getting fucking sick and tired of the name calling. I neared the end of the hall and braced myself for what I would walk in on but all I saw was her with her back to me.
Her vibrant red hair hung down to her waist and she was almost as tall as Brett with her high heels. My stomach clenched, unease soaring through me. They looked perfect together.
Brett met my gaze, his blue eyes warming and filling with apology.
Claire turned to me and raised a perfectly arched brow.
I smiled sweetly and crossed my arms under my chest. “Call me a slut or a whore again and I’ll drive that perfect face into my knee.”
Her jaw clenched and she looked back at Brett. “You sure have yourself a real lady, Brett.”
I laughed. “More than I can say for you. At least I’m not desperate enough to show up at my ex-lover’s apartment.” I took a step towards her. “Did you beg him? Get on your knees and grovel? Is that how you got him to sleep with you?”
“You’re a bitch.”
I sneered. “Oh girl. You haven’t seen anything yet. Now get the fuck out before I get mean.”
She looked between Brett and I. Taking a step towards me, her blue eyes were dark with rage.
I tilted my chin, standing my ground.
“I will be back…” she smirked. “Slut.”
I glared. “I look forward to it.”
She walked past me, shoving me in the shoulder before leaving the apartment.
A breath left me on a whoosh when the door slammed shut behind her. My heart raced, my blood pounding in my ears. I knew she would be back. It was only a matter of when.
Brett sat on the couch and scrubbed a hand down his face.
At that point, I really took him in. He wore blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and a plain white t-shirt. He dressed casual but dominated so much superiority, it left me breathless.
My heart ached. A part of me wanted to be mad at him for letting Claire into his apartment but then another part felt as though he had no choice.
I walked over to him and sat at his feet, leaning my head against his knee.
He seemed surprised by m
y actions and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “I’m so fucking sorry, lover.”
My heart thumped at the vulnerability that passed between us. The level of trust that we had for each other dwindled as each day past. It was like we weren’t meant to be together.
“Evvie, I—”
“I’m scared, Brett,” I blurted.
He pushed me forward and sat behind me on the floor. Wrapping his body around me, he held me against him. “I love you and only you. Please know that,” he whispered into my ear.
I turned in his arms and leaned my head against his chest. I knew he loved me and I loved him. But I felt like something was pulling us apart. Keeping us from truly being happy. And I had a feeling that it would only be a matter of time before I would find out just how deep his dark sadistic side went.
After She-Bitch-From-Hell left, we spent the rest of the morning in bed until it was time to get ready for work. But things still felt off. Brett was on edge and it made it hard to talk to him. I didn’t like seeing him upset but I didn’t know what to do to make it better. I also didn’t like his constant mood swings.
We got to the club and Brett retreated to his office in silence. Everyone knew that we were together, he had made that very clear so I have to admit, it kind of stung.
“Hey, what do I have to do to get some fucking service around here?”
My breath hitched and I stopped wiping the counter, turning to the deep voice behind me. I squealed with delight at seeing Ethan sitting at the bar. “Ethan!” I said, walking around the counter.
A cheesy grin spread on his face as he met me halfway.
I threw my arms around his neck and giggled as he spun me around before setting me back on my feet. “When did you get out?”
“Yesterday.” He looked around the room. “You like working here?”
“I do,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
His gaze met mine. “I see you’re wearing a different uniform.”
“How would…” I frowned. “You talked to Evan.”
Ethan winked. “I also hear that your boyfriend is the owner.”
My heart fluttered. “He is.”
“How old is he?”
“Twenty-seven. Why?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
“Little young to own all of this, isn’t he?” he said, sitting on a stool.
“No. God, you’re worse than Evan.”
Ethan smirked and rubbed his jaw before looking past me. His eyes narrowed and he rose to his full height. “Who the hell is that?”
I followed his gaze and found Brett heading our way. I swallowed hard at the cold look Brett was giving me.
“Who is that, Evvie?”
“My boyfriend,” I mumbled.
“Fuck, sis, you sure know how to pick ‘em.” Ethan took a step past me.
I grabbed his arm. “Ethan.”
He shoved out of my grip. “I don’t like how he’s looking at you.”
I looked back at Brett and realized his cold stare wasn’t directed at me. My heart raced, my stomach twisting at what I knew was to come.
Ethan got in Brett’s face, tendons protruding from his thick neck as the rage of the Neal temper took over.
Brett smirked and crossed his arms under his chest like he was waiting.
Ethan pointed at me and Brett met my gaze. His eyes warmed but the coldness from a moment ago still lingered.
I took a step towards them when Ethan pushed Brett.
Brett sneered and punched him across the jaw.
I gasped and rushed to their side. Where the hell was Kane?
Just as Ethan took a step back and grabbed his jaw, I took that as my chance. I pushed my way between them and shoved Ethan.
“Both of you, stop,” I demanded.
“Evvie, get the fuck out of my way,” Ethan growled.
“You need to watch your tone with her,” Brett said. His voice was calm, in control but I could see the tendons in his neck tensing.
“Guys, stop.” I placed a hand on Brett’s chest, holding him back.
At that moment, Kane stepped up beside us, breathing heavy, his cheeks flushed.
I frowned as Tatiana walked by and adjusted her skirt. She looked at me over her shoulder and winked.
Well that’s new. “Take him home, please,” I told Kane.
“Evvie, this fucker started it,” Ethan said, motioning to Brett.
“I don’t care who started it. You just got out of jail. Do you want to go back for fighting, jackass?” I spun on my heel and stared at up at Brett. “Office. Now.”
A twinkle of mischief flashed in his eyes before he cupped the back of my neck. Pulling me towards him, he placed a hard kiss on my lips. “You’re mine, lover.”
“That is my brother, Brett.”
He looked up past my head and back down at me. “Shit.”
“Yeah, time to start kissing my ass ‘cause I’m so fucking pissed right now.”
He pinched my chin. “I enjoy kissing your ass.”
I huffed and pushed out of his grip. “Office.”
He turned and walked towards his office.
“Evvie,” Ethan said.
I looked up as he and Kane came up on either side of me.
“I will not apologize for fucking trying to protect you.” Ethan’s jaw clenched, his brows furrowing with concern.
I sighed and handed him my keys. “You can stay at my apartment but I’m still mad at you.”
Heading to Brett’s office, I took a deep breath as I neared it. Deep bass thumped from the small room as I reached the door.
I jumped when it was shoved open and with a rough hold, I was pulled inside.
Brett pushed me up against the wall and brushed his nose along the side of my neck. “I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around my middle.
My stomach fluttered at the intense heat coming from his body. “You hit my brother, Brett. What the hell were you thinking?” I asked, shoving out of his grip.
“Evvie.” He went to reach for my hand but I brushed past him and sat on the couch.
“I didn’t know he was your brother,” he said. He closed the distance between us and stepped between my legs.
I looked up at him as he hovered over me, placing his hands on either side of my head on the couch. “And that would make it okay if he wasn’t?”
His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t say that.”
“Well what are you saying then?”
Brett gripped my jaw, our lips mere inches apart. As many times as he had kissed me, I would never get used to the feel of his mouth on mine. “I’m fucking saying that I don’t like it when any man touches you. I don’t care who the hell it is.”
I pushed out of his hold but his hand only tightened. My body heated with adrenaline as I fought against him.
He pushed my head back against the couch and brushed his mouth along mine. The contact, although soft, sent jolts of electricity straight to my groin.
My lips parted on a breath as I grabbed onto his wrist. “You can’t stop every man from touching me.”
His eyes darkened. “Maybe not. But I will make it my mission to fucking try.”
“You don’t trust me?”
He frowned. “Of course I trust you.” His lips brushed down my jaw to my ear, his hot breath scorching my skin. “I don’t trust other men.”
“If you trust me, like you say you do, then you have nothing to worry about,” I said, pushing out of his hold.
He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. “I can’t control it. The feelings I have for you, Evvie…” He breathed against my neck. He lifted his head, his heated gaze boring into mine.
“Do you love me?” I whispered.
His eyes searched my face. “What I feel for you is deeper than love. It’s an all-consuming need. It’s like you have a firm grip on my heart and one twist, it would shatter into a million pieces. You have that control, Evvie.”
I swallowed hard at his admissio
n. “I don’t—”
“I’m sorry.” He let go of my wrists and knelt at my feet before wrapping his arms around my waist. He placed his head in my lap and let out a deep sigh.
“For what?” I asked, curling my fingers in the short hair at his nape.
He looked up at me and pulled me into his lap. With a gentle touch, he trailed his finger down the length of my jaw and over my bottom lip.
My heart thudded, racing hard against my ribs. “Brett?”
“For loving you too much,” he whispered.
A lump formed in my throat. We had only been together for a couple of weeks but the love that surrounded us was controlling, powerful as it took over our thoughts and actions. Was it possible to love someone too much?
“I…” I sighed and gripped his shirt in my hands before wrapping my arms around his neck. I didn’t know what to say. But I did know that we would move past this and find our happiness again.
I inhaled, the scent of musk and man invading my nostrils. My favorite smell.
“I’ve already been left for another man. I won’t go through that shit again.”
I lifted my head, shock tearing through me and cupped his face.
A sense of insecurity flashed in his eyes as he looked away.
I placed a soft kiss on his lips, forcing him to meet my gaze. “I won’t leave you for anyone. You are it for me.”
His hand moved to the back of my neck, the vulnerability in his eyes no longer there. “I like the sound of that, lover.”
I gasped as he tugged my head back, the dominating Brett I had come to love, taking control. His eyes flashed with a hunger that was ferocious and desperate. Desire curled in my belly at his heated stare.
A smug smile formed on his face and with one hand, he had my pants undone and off faster than I ever thought was possible.
I gave him the control and watched as he undid his belt. Licking my lips, I spread my legs and waited.
Brett rose to his knees and still holding my hair in his hand, he pulled out his rigid length with the other.
I moved my panties to the side, not having enough time to take them off. My body ached for him.
He smirked and thrust into me so hard, my breath was knocked out of me. He didn’t wait for me to get used to the size of him. He was desperate for me.
The feeling of his pants rubbing against my center, knowing that he needed me too much to take off his clothes, sent a thrill down my spine.
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