The man who they’d come to see was nowhere around. She took a seat on one side of Tanner and Rowan took the other as she tried hard not to drop her jaw again at the different crazily expensive items he had on a bookcase behind his desk.
Her mouth had gone dry, and she pulled out her notepad and a pen, getting ready to take down every word that was said at the meeting. She was determined to get the internship and one day an office just like this one.
“Okay guys, remember the rules. This man is professional to the hilt. Maintain that, or he’ll tell me I have to let you off the case. He puts up with nothing, and I do mean nothing.”
Steele’s mind went to the fact the man was into BDSM and said, “I suppose that would be how a man who likes the kinky stuff that he does would act.”
Tanner leveled his eyes on her.
“That’s right, so watch what you say. I can’t be sure he won’t threaten to spank the shit out of you if you talk without being spoken to and for God’s sakes, do not look him in the eye. So many rules with this man, but follow what I tell you or he does or you’ll get dropped and I’d hate for you to miss out on this.”
Steele nodded and the door to the office opened. Not sure if she was supposed to look, she just looked at her lap as Tanner got up and shook hands with the man who’d walked in.
“Hello, Arsen. I hope your day has been going well.”
“Not as well as I’d like it to,” Arsen said and Steele’s ears prickled with heat.
His voice was deep and sounded like the man from last night. She continued to look at the notepad in her lap and shook her head slightly, knowing that she just wanted to hear the guy’s velvety voice again that was all it was.
That had to be it!
Tanner came and sat back down. “These are a couple of students I may use as interns if we end up having to go to court.” He tapped Steele’s knee that was exposed as her black skirt had ridden up as she sat down on the large chair that barely allowed her feet touch the floor. “This young lady is Steele Gannon.”
Steele let her eyes flicker up, but not long enough for the man to think she was eyeballing him or whatever the dominating people called it.
“Hello, Sir,” she said quietly.
“Look at me when you’re speaking to me,” he told her.
Her heart was pounding as she’d heard the man from last night say nearly the same thing and with the same tone to his deep voice. Her eyes snapped to his, and she stopped breathing.
It was him. His hair had been cut, the silky waves shorn, leaving only the slightest curl at the end of his dark hair. His face was still covered by the meticulously groomed dark beard and his dark eyes danced as they starred into hers.
“I am Arsen Sloan, Steele Gannon. What a strong name. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a woman called something that strong before.” His tongue ran over his lips with a quick motion that made her heart speed up.
“My father named me. Thank you for the compliment, sir.” She had no idea if she was supposed to drop her eyes or not, but she couldn’t stop looking at him. All she wanted to do was jump over the desk and pull his mouth to hers in a hot kiss.
“No thanks necessary.” He looked at Rowan. “And who is this, Tanner?”
“Rowan Stevens, my other top student,” Tanner said as he gestured to Rowan.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Sloan,” Rowan said.
“You too. Now tell me are the two of you supposed to work closely together if this becomes a case?” Arsen asked Rowan.
Rowan gave him a nod.
“Not to worry sir, we can work well together, I assure you.”
Steele was back to looking at her lap as all types of thoughts were storming her brain. The man from last night might be a murderer. Never had she done something so reckless and she’d gotten into a probable murderer’s car and allowed him to fuck her like a damn prostitute. Her stomach was twisting on itself and bile was rising in her throat.
“Can you?” The way his voice sounded he must be looking at her and she lifted her eyes and found he was.
“Of course, Sir,” she answered.
“Arsen, call me Arsen, Steele,” he said with a commanding tone.
“Of course, Arsen.” Her hands twisted in her lap and he looked at them.
“No need to be nervous, Steele,” he said, his voice much softer, reminding her of how soft he could be.
But he could be hard as hell too and she was still mentally berating herself for being so foolish and doing what she did with him. She wasn’t fool enough not to realize that telling Tanner she knew Arsen was not a thing she was supposed to do. But she felt like saying it then running from the room.
Tanner patted her knee and her eyes flew to Arsen. He was frowning as Tanner said, “She’ll be fine, Arsen. It’s just this is her first case.”
Steele could tell that Arsen didn’t like Tanner touching her, so she shifted in the chair, crossing her legs away from Tanner so he didn’t tap her knee anymore. Her actions had Arsen’s eyes darting to her and his lips pulled back into a smile.
She smiled too, happy for some damn reason that she saw what he wanted her to do and did it without thinking much about it. Steele knew she should stay far away from the man who might be a killer, but she was drawn to him like she never knew possible. To make him mad at her for any reason was a thing she didn’t want to do.
The meeting went on as Tanner talked just a little about the way the women were murdered, but Arsen put a quick stop to it. “There’s really no reason to remind me, Tanner. It’s really not a thing I like to talk about and won’t unless they charge me and I have to.”
Tanner looked at Steele then down at the notes she’d been taking.
“I understand that, Arsen. I would like to get ahead of the police on this thing just in case they do throw the charges at you with rapid fire. Your phone records I’ll need and access to all your email accounts.”
Incredibly, Arsen’s already dark eyes darkened even more as he said, “I know you need those things, Tanner. I’ll send it all to you in an email later today. For now, I really need to get out here. So, we’ll keep in touch.” He stood and so they then left Arsen alone in his office.
Steele fought the urge to stay and when Arsen called out after them she thought he might be about to ask her to stay. Instead he said, “Leave all of your cell numbers with the receptionist. In case I want to talk to the interns.”
Her heart sped up, and she thought he might be looking for a way to talk to her again. Steele knew that wasn’t safe or the right thing to do, but her body was overriding her mind by leaps and bounds.
After leaving their numbers they went back to Tanner’s car and were barely inside it when Steele’s cell rang. She pulled it from her purse and saw a number she didn’t recognize.
She nearly refused the call when Tanner looked over her shoulder at the phone.
“Answer it, it may by Arsen.”
She did as he said. “Hello, Steele Gannon here.”
“Save this number, Steele Gannon,” she heard Arsen’s voice tell her.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, trying hard not to smile.
“I want to meet with you alone,” he said.
She looked at Tanner with wide eyes. “He’d like to meet with me.”
Tanner nodded, and she said, “Of course. Where?”
“Get out of that car and into mine. Don’t you see Paul holding the door open for you a couple of cars over?” Arsen said.
She looked out the window and saw Paul dressed in a black suit holding open the back door of the Escalade Arsen had taken her in last night. She was sweating bullets as she looked at Tanner.
“He wants me to go get in his car.” She pointed to his waiting driver.
“Do it,” Tanner said.
“Okay, I’ll be in the car,” she told Arsen, and he ended the call without another word.
Before she got out she asked Tanner, “Are you sure about this? I mean he might be a murderer.”
“He’d be a damn fool if anything happened to you with the two of us knowing he asked you to meet with him and had his car take you. You can’t be a chicken, Steele. You have to get to know your clients and they all will be accused of terrible things. The closer you can get, the more you can find out and the better you can help them to get off the charges.” Tanner patted her leg. “Keep your wits about you.”
She nodded and got out of the car and walked up to Paul who smiled. “You,” he said under his breath. “Imagine that.”
“Hi, Paul. Yeah, it’s me.” She climbed into the car she had gotten into less than twenty-four hours earlier and found the smell of leather and Arsen’s expensive cologne making her head lighter than it already was.
Paul pointed to a small refrigerator.
“Get yourself something to drink. You should really calm way down before you see him again.”
“Is it showing how much I’m freaking out?” she asked with a nervous laugh.
He nodded. “By the way, Arsen told me your name. It’s nice to officially meet you, Steele Gannon.”
“You too, Paul.”
The door closed, leaving her in the dark backseat of the car. The buttons from her shirt he’d ripped open the night before were still all over the floor. She smiled and took a beer from the fridge.
What was his plan for her?
ARSEN
Pacing in his office, Arsen had never been more nervous. It was infuriating him that the young woman had such an effect on him. Never did a woman make him nervous, yet she did somehow.
When he’d walked into his office to meet with the legal staff he’d just hired to represent him if he was officially charged with the murders, he nearly dropped to his knees when he saw her.
The woman from last night. The woman who he thought he’d never see again. He didn’t know her name because he hadn’t asked it. He kicked himself all the way home for not getting her number, name and apartment number.
He knew he’d want to see her again, but the things hanging over his head were not things he wanted to tell her about. But now she knew about them, so that was an issue no longer. And she was being taken to his penthouse and would be waiting at home for him.
Arsen knew that he should leave the young thing alone. He had so much going on after all. He may not be around to keep her anyway.
She had to be freaking out about what she had done. Steele didn’t seem the type who did that sort of thing. Her tight as hell pussy sure didn’t seem to be used much, but she sure seemed to like it.
She did so well following his commands. Not many could hold back an orgasm just because he said to. She showed great restraint, and he loved that. Steel showed promise she’d make an excellent sub. But would she even want that?
The girl was trying to become a lawyer. A criminal lawyer. Would the lifestyle he led be a thing she could accept? Could she let him control her? Is that even a thing he wanted?
Why break a free spirit? If that’s what she was.
He took out a bottle of Jack Daniels and tossed a shot of it down his throat. Arsen should be calling Paul and telling him to get the girl out of his penthouse. That was the smart thing to do.
But his body was overruling his brain, and he was walking out the door to take his Jaguar to his penthouse. Thinking could come later after he saw if she’d let him have a piece of her again.
If she was smart, she wouldn’t!
He got into his car and crossed his fingers that she’d not be smart, at least for the rest of that day, anyway.
STEELE
A large window overlooked the San Francisco Bay and Steele held her third beer as she gazed out at it. The alcohol had taken the edge off and she was feeling quite lucid.
The sound of his shoes clicking and clacking as he walked out of the elevator which led to the penthouse she heard coming up behind her. She spun around and placed the beer bottle on a small table beside her and readied herself to tell the man she’d slept with the night before that she was never going to do that again.
His dark eyes leveled on hers as he pulled his dark blue tie loose and ripped his shirt open at the top, the top couple of buttons flying away. Her heart pounded as he strode towards her. His face was set, jaw tense, and muscles bulging.
Her mouth opened to speak, but he was on her before a word could pass her lips. His mouth crashed on hers hard and his tongue thrust into her mouth. His tongue raked over hers and his hands were everywhere, holding her body to his.
One hand grabbed one of her legs hoisting her up to wrap her legs around him. Steele’s mind was gone, and she did as he wanted. Because she now knew that she wanted it too and no matter how strong her mind was, the attraction they had was stronger.
His erection throbbed against her soft core and she moaned in desire for him and quickly stopped. But he did nothing to stop it as he began walking, carrying her to another room.
His mouth held hers as he kissed her like a man who thought he might never get to again. The sound of a door opening then slamming shut she barely heard as her heart was beating so hard and loudly she could barely hear a thing except that.
His mouth left hers and she looked at him as he tossed her onto a bed. She looked around the room and found it done in dark colors, red, and dark chocolate browns. It looked like something a man with his wants would have.
“Strip,” he said as he stood back and started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his white shirt.
She noticed the black jacket he’d taken off, and he was stepping out of his dress shoes. Steele thought about saying they should talk, but once he dropped his pants and his huge erection sprang out, she forgot what she wanted to say anyway.
Steele shimmied out of the tight, black pencil skirt and pulled the blue blouse off over her head. She managed to get the bra unclasped before he pounced on her as he had finished undressing.
He pulled it off this time without ripping it, but her black lace panties were history as he ripped them off. Arsen pinned her body beneath his and kissed her again. Hard and wanting, he kissed her as his huge cock pushed into her.
The pain reignited, and she writhed under him. He pounded into her as she wiggled as the burning sensation was nearly unbearable. His hand wrapped up in her hair and he pulled it hard.
His mouth left hers and he ran his tongue up her neck then his teeth bit her earlobe. “Be still,” he said.
Steele stopped wiggling. “It burns.”
“After how I fucked the shit out of you last night, it better burn,” he said as he continued to thrust hard strokes into her.
His words had her going to another place and for some reason she thought how hot it was that he was so brutally honest with her. She raised her knees to better accommodate him and he pushed even harder into her.
The pain turned to pleasure quickly, and she arched up to meet his thrusts. The wind left her lungs with every hard thrust he made. Her hands ran over his short hair and she moaned at how silky soft it was.
He let her moan, and she whispered, “I wish I could’ve run my hands through it when it was longer.”
“Shh,” he said in her ear. “No talking, only fucking.” His hot mouth moved down her neck then over her chest. He landed on her breast and bit her nipple hard.
“Oww!” she yelped and he let it go and stopped moving.
His eyes searched hers, darting rapidly back and forth. “Did that really hurt you?”
His eyes were narrowed at her and she found herself wondering if it did really hurt. “Not really, just surprised me I guess.”
“If I really hurt you, our safe word is rose. Okay? Do you understand me?” He ended his sentence with a tender kiss to her nipple which kind of ached for him to bite it again.
Steele nodded. “Rose, I got it. Okay, and just so you know, you can bite it again. It’s kind of nice.”
His smile went all the way over his gorgeous face and she couldn’t help herself as she took it between her palms and pulled him into a kiss. Her lips
touched his softly, and he returned a gentle kiss. His tongue stroking her lips.
Arsen pulled his head back and looked at her. “You’re beautiful, Steele. I’m so glad I saw you again.”
“Me too. I could hardly get you out of my mind,” she confessed.
“Me too,” he said then kissed her again softly as he made long, slow strokes.
His hands roamed over her soft body, and he moaned as he caressed her silky skin. Her hands ran over his muscled back and she loved he way the muscles felt.
His body was perfect, and she wanted to taste every inch of it. He was being gentle with her and she liked it, but she loved it when he was rough. She raked her nails over his back and his kiss hardened.
Arsen ran his hands back and took hers into them, pulling them over her head and holding them down with one hand. He pulled his mouth off hers and smiled.
“Scratching, huh? I can fix that.”
He got up and left her lying on the bed. She watched him grab his tie off the floor and come back. He looped it around her wrists, then the other end over the bedpost. She smiled at him as he resumed his position above her.
“Now I’m going to let you have it. Remember, no coming until I say or I will have to.”
She smiled and interrupted him, “I know, spank me until I cry. I remember, don’t worry.”
His eyes went dark, and he growled. “Why did you have to come into my life at this horrible time? You’re fucking perfect for me.”
With that he took her breast and bit it hard, her body arched up but she stifled her scream as he slammed back into her. Her body shook with relief as he pounded her again.
The way he took her like a savage was a thing she found more than exciting. Every nerve was on fire. Every fiber of her being was relishing in the assault his body was making on hers. One of his hands fisted in her hair and he pulled it hard.
Her arms strained against the bond he had her in and she ached to run her hands over his body. She could see the muscles as they rippled over his back with his harsh thrusts. He was using every one of them to pound his hard cock into her tender pussy.
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