Midnight Secrets (Midnight Dynasty Book 4)

by CR Robertson

“The hole you’ve bored into the ceiling. I’ll soon be able to see the moon if you don’t stop.”

  “Smartass.”

  She snuggled closer, her fingers splaying across my stomach as she pressed a kiss to my chest. “You happen to like my ass, considering you kept pulling my tail.”

  She was just quirky and different, and nothing like I thought she’d be. I expected a refined socialite and instead found a woman with a wicked sense of humour and a libido that matched mine. She was a rare diamond hiding among a container of zirconias.

  I rolled her onto her stomach and pressed her into the mattress, my hand grabbing her ass. “You better believe that I love this ass. Want me to introduce you to the exciting world of anal sex?”

  “Exit only,” she muttered, squirming against my fingers that had slipped around to play with her clit.

  This was my private home and no woman had ever made it through the front door, never mind into my bed. If she kept tempting me, I would run out of condoms since I didn’t keep a supply here.

  “You sure?”

  She wiggled that ass against my dick that was suddenly straining to get back inside her. “Hmmm-mmm.”

  “You could tempt a man into sin, Angel.” The fact that she arched her back in invitation made me even harder. I grabbed the last condom from beside the bed and rolled it on before lifting her hips just enough to expose that wet pussy of hers. My legs were on either side of her thighs when I thrust inside, seating myself in one motion.

  “Ash,” she moaned, her hands gripping the bedclothes.

  There wasn’t much leverage in this position as I rocked my hips into hers slow and deep. Lucrezia was addictive, and with every encounter I was becoming an addict craving her more than was healthy. Her breathy moans coaxed me onward, the way she wiggled her ass to get more friction for herself drove me crazy.

  This tiny little minx was all I needed in my life, the missing piece that completed me. I leaned over her, my fingers linking through hers, grinding my hips so that I rotated inside her.

  “Ash, it’s too much.” She gasped. “I’m going to explode.”

  She was tight because of the position, her pussy strangling my dick until he thrummed in pleasure.

  “Stay with me,” I said, kissing the sensitive skin of her throat.

  Lucrezia shuddered, her body bucking as she climbed toward an orgasm. I rotated my hips again and she groaned. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”

  Death by orgasm sounded good right now. I would happily trundle off this mortal coil with my dick inside this woman. Lucrezia arched her spine so that her head rested against my shoulder.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  Tingles rippled down my spine until they tightened my balls. We moved instinctively as if we’d spent years in this bed together. I’d never wanted that sort of intimacy with anyone and now she imprinted herself on me. Her pussy tightened around me, coaxing me ever onward.

  Perspiration coated my shoulders and back, trickling down the side of my head. We were cocooned in this world of sensation, far from our responsibilities and our real lives.

  “Right there, please, Ash.”

  Short, rapid thrusts rubbed where she needed me most. Her body convulsed under mine as she spiralled into an orgasm, screaming her release. My balls tightened and my dick thickened with my last few thrusts before I shot my load. For the first time in my life, I wished there was no condom, no barrier between me and the woman under me.

  Lucrezia decimated all my inhibitions, dragging me deeper into this insanity with her. I’d promised myself that I would keep myself distant from her, but all it took was one day and she destroyed all my barriers and crawled inside me. She would never know it, but there was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her safe and happy.

  I collapsed on top of her, pulling both of us onto our sides as we tried to regain our breath.

  “I’ll never be able to walk tomorrow,” she finally said, her fingers finding mine to grasp against her stomach.

  “Then stay in bed.” I kissed her shoulder.

  The sky outside started to lighten, casting shadows over the room and illuminating our bodies. Her skin was soft, silken perfection, the curve of her shoulders leading to a perfect hourglass of a trim waist and widening at the hips. She groaned as I pulled out of her to roll her onto her back. Her breasts were more than a handful and shaped to tempt a man to suck her perky nipples. She held more power over me than I ever wanted to admit.

  Her fingers pushed my hair back, a smile curving her lips still swollen from all our kisses. “Can we not just stay in here forever and lock the rest of the world away?”

  “Do you think anyone will notice if we disappeared?”

  Her legs gripped me and she tugged me closer, her arms ensnaring me. “Nope. Just you and me, lost in our own world, sounds good right now. The measures you took to get us here yesterday suggests this house is off the grid. Who would ever find us?”

  “Your father has a tracker on you and each of your sisters,” I replied.

  Her scowl said no one had ever told her. “All I ever wanted was to be normal.”

  I kissed her pouty lips. “Normal is overrated.”

  “Seriously, Ash. If we were normal we could be together without all this hiding. We could walk down the street, hand in hand, like normal lovers going on a date.”

  “Is that what you want?” I’d never admitted it out loud, but she’d described what I yearned for since I was a teenager and realised the life that was opening before me.

  She sighed and pressed her forehead to my chest. “I want you.”

  “You have me.”

  Lucrezia finally looked at me. “For how long? Until my father intervenes? Until Xavier and Jordan decide to be dicks?”

  I rolled us onto our sides and stared down at her. “No relationship comes with guarantees.”

  “Yeah, but they all start with opportunities. I feel that my life has been mapped out for me, including who I should marry and how many kids I should have.”

  I released the breath that had been stuck in my chest. “I know exactly how you feel. Father has a list of eligible brides in his diary. All any of my brothers need to do is select one and it’ll be arranged.”

  “I hate my life,” she whispered.

  Yeah, so did I. All I could do was hold her as close as possible for the time we had together and pray for a miracle.

  After breakfast, I left Lucrezia setting up her workroom since I had several meetings in my diary for the morning. She had panties on this morning with unicorns and rainbows on them. The world saw a serious woman who rarely smiled, yet I got to see the woman with unicorns covering her ass.

  Several times in the meeting Xavier gave me a what the fuck? look before Jordan discreetly kicked me in the shin. My mind definitely wasn’t on the spreadsheets on the laptop in front of me, it was back home in the land of rainbows.

  “You okay?” Xavier asked when we were outside.

  “Yeah, just a headache.” I loosened my tie. “I’ll maybe head home and lie down for a while.”

  Jordan shot me a glare. “You’re never sick.”

  “My brother has a death sentence hanging over him, my dad is acting like a dick, and my mum is driving me mad with decorating her new place. Want to swap with me and see how your head is feeling?”

  Jordan had the decency to look ashamed. “Need me to drive you?”

  “Nah, it’s not too far to my apartment. I’ll catch up with you both later.”

  Xavier and Jordan waved me off. Instead of going home, I went to the river since it was where I always came to think. Yesterday, I stepped over a line that I couldn’t retreat over again. Bit at a time, Lucrezia had chipped away at my reserve on the phone until I needed her beside me. It was a moment of weakness that had thrown me over the edge of a precipice and now all I had in front of me was the fast-approaching ground.

  She was too good for me because she was pure and I was the son of a demon with his own personal
Hell where he torments people. I would taint and destroy her until she wasn’t my angel anymore.

  I couldn’t do that to her.

  That’s not your choice to make… a small voice whispered inside my head. If I let Lucrezia have her way, she’d be moved in before the end of the week. Lucas Black would have me murdered the week after.

  The hardest part of this was the fact that now I’d experienced life with her in it, I didn’t want to let her go. In the past few weeks, I’d grown to anticipate her phone calls. Every time my phone pinged I secretly crossed my fingers that it would be Lucrezia. Then she walked physically into my life yesterday and put all my broken pieces back together again.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket and I tugged it out. “Angel” flashed on the screen with the image of Minnie Mouse with angel wings. Fuck my life.

  “Hey,” I answered.

  “Hey, are you coming home soon?” Lucrezia asked. “I need to get some supplies and I didn’t know if you were free or I should head out with Francis.”

  “No, I’m heading home now. My last meeting just finished.”

  Home… No one had ever referred to it as that before. It had always been the townhouse. Now both Lucrezia and I were calling it our home.

  “Great. I’ll go pull my jeans on and grab my bag.”

  “Perfect. See you soon.”

  I was over my head and starting to slowly drown. My conscience screamed to save her and walk away, but every instinct in me said she was mine alone to protect. No one had ever seen her the way I did. She trusted me with her mind, body, and soul and that was a responsibility I didn’t take lightly. Another man might keep her safe, but no other man would worship her the way I did.

  Taking one last breath of fresh air, I returned to my car and headed home. Lucrezia was waiting for me in the hall and she stole that last breath I took. She was dressed in jeans and a red T-shirt, but it was the look in her eyes and her smile that halted me. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail that made her look elegant without trying. She was no longer the woman who walked into the restaurant with her head down and her lips pursed. Lucrezia exuded an inner confidence because there was only the two of us here.

  “Hey.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. “Missed you.”

  I stared down at her since I didn’t have a clue what to do with this scene of domesticity. She smiled up at me, and suddenly the lump in my throat disappeared. She made it easy to breathe.

  “Give me two minutes to change and I’ll be right with you.”

  “Okey dokey.”

  The sensible side of me screamed that I was getting too far into this situation and I needed to reverse and run like hell. The side of me that courted danger had me hauling my shirt off and dragging my long-sleeved T-shirt over my head as I toed my shoes off. I froze when small, soft hands slid from my back to my stomach.

  “Maybe we should stay in,” Lucrezia muttered.

  If this was the hell that father always claimed a relationship was, right now I was ready to help stoke the fires of damnation.

  ***

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lucrezia

  I unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the ground. His jeans were hanging over the chair in the corner of the bedroom where I had put them earlier since our clothes were lying all over the floor from last night. My hand slipped into his boxers and he groaned.

  “Is that a banana in your pants or are you happy to see me?” I asked, stroking my hand over his length.

  “If I remember correctly you have experience of both,” he quipped, making me smile.

  “Hmmm…” I swear that he was turning me into a nymphomaniac. All I could think about was sex and it was something I rarely contemplated in the past. “You know, I’ve never had a quickie before.”

  He hardened under my fingers, the muscles in his ass tightening against my stomach where I was pressed against him.

  “You’re lucky I bought condoms this morning.”

  The way I was feeling right now, I didn’t care if he had them or not. All I needed was him stretching and filling me. He spun around so quickly that I squeaked. Pinning me to the wall, his nose traced the side of my face while he kicked his trousers free.

  “You need to stop tempting me,” he growled and sucked my earlobe before biting down on it gently.

  “Does that mean I’m not getting my quickie?”

  He didn’t reply. Instead, he took control and trailed my top off before tugging my jeans down and pressing me against the window. A crinkle behind me was my only warning before he surged inside from behind. I wasn’t half ready and the stretch was painful, but I relished the burn. My cheek and breasts created imprints on the window with every powerful thrust of his hips.

  Last night he’d held me and soothed me. Today, he claimed me like he alone owned my body. He was right. Moisture gathered and lubricated his onslaught and I began to find our rhythm, pushing back into him. Ash’s fingers threaded through mine on the window, his lips kissing my throat.

  “Fuck!” I groaned when he rotated his hips and let me feel his entire length rubbing inside me.

  “That’s the idea, Angel.”

  His hands grounded me since I was adrift on an ocean of sensation. My legs were bound with my jeans, my upper body pinned against the window, and my pelvis was on fire from the friction of his huge cock thrusting up over and over again into my quivering core.

  My poor pussy was battered and bruised, but she was purring like the cat that got the cream as she convulsed around him.

  “Ash!” I screamed as he hit that spot that made me see stars. It added to the electrical pulses that were gathering in my core. He deliberately thrust up at that angle again and my knees wobbled. My mouth fell open as he held himself deep and rapidly moved his cock in a short, fast pace, the way he’d rubbed his finger inside me last night.

  I was panting from the sensation, praying to the god of orgasms to grant me deliverance because I was about to detonate in an explosion that could possibly kill me.

  “Come for me,” he commanded in a deep, growly voice against my ear.

  Surely he didn’t expect me to climax just because he told me to? Yet my treacherous body began to tremble, the pulses in my core beginning to vibrate out into my body in preparation. His hands left mine to grasp my hips. He held me as his pelvis thrust into me in hard, deep thrusts that pushed me up the window.

  “Oh, God!” I screamed. It all became too much when I exploded into a myriad of muscle spasms and nerve twitches, my pussy desperately trying to milk him.

  Ash bit down on my shoulder, his cock throbbing as he joined me in orgasmic bliss, his body collapsing on top of mine.

  “Was that a quickie?” I asked, when I finally managed to gather my scattered wits.

  “Yeah,” he confirmed. “That was a quickie.”

  I felt battered and bruised lying against this window, and I was sure that if anyone was outside they’d have received quite the show, but every synapse in my body was on fire. When he pulled out, I was empty and still craved him, needed his comfort more than I dared to admit.

  Ash wandered into the bathroom to clean up and my hands trembled when I bent over to pull my jeans up. How the hell was I ever supposed to go back to a normal life after my time here? My normal had been exposed as a farce with nothing to sustain me emotionally.

  “Ready?” I hadn’t seen him grabbing his jeans, but Ash stood dressed and not looking as if he’d just decimated me. My insides were the equivalent of milkshake right now.

  “I will be when my legs start working again,” I muttered, retrieving my top and putting it on backward before turning it around.

  His grin made my stomach flip, and he stalked across the room to me. Fear and arousal twinned inside me with every step he took. Fear because he was an apex predator stalking me. Arousal because that stalking made me want to sink to my knees and offer myself to him.

  His fingers traced the side of my cheek, his eyes still that darker shad
e that told me he was fighting his emotions. “What am I going to do with you?”

  A thousand smartass replies rippled through my head, but my brain ignored them all. Instead, I peered up at him wordlessly, hoping that he could read my emotions in my eyes the way I did with him.

  His lips met mine in a tender kiss that left me rawer than his thrusting into me with no preparation. He tore all my defences down and left me vulnerable with one kiss. “If we don’t stop this, I won’t be able to let you go.”

  My hands rested on his waist. “Why would you need to let me go when I belong with you?”

  I wanted to bite my tongue off for revealing too much.

  Ash studied me with an intensity that would melt the polar icecaps. His thumb traced over my bottom lip. “Everything I love is taken from me, all my dreams crushed under the heel of a merciless dictator. Do you have any idea what he would do to someone as pure as you?”

  The only person he spoke about in that tone was his father.

  “Then protect me.” I moved into the heat of his body and rested my head against his heart. “Don’t let them take me away.”

  I relaxed while he stroked my hair. “It not as easy as that.”

  Sucking in a shuddering breath, I stepped back and grabbed his wrist. “It is as easy as that, Ash. We either fight to be together or exist miserably apart.”

  His jaw tightened and I honestly thought he would turn and walk away. “What if something happens to you?”

  I shrugged. “Papa hid Mama behind those gates and illness still took her. All we can do is try and hope fate is kinder to us.”

  His shutters came up and that fake smile appeared on his face. “You needed to go out. Daylight’s burning, let’s go.”

  Over the past few weeks, I’d come to realise that Ash tended to contemplate everything from all angles before making a decision. I could only hope that he chose us instead of the other alternative.

  I’d made a list of everything that I needed, and Ash acted as chauffeur for the day, replying to emails between destinations.

  “Am I keeping you from work?” I finally asked outside our latest destination.