“What do you want, princess?” he whispered in my ear, his voice musical and magical to my ears, his breath majestic.
“Mmm, that’s something new. Men don’t usually call me ‘princess’ but I have to admit it makes me feel special.” I turned my head toward him as he swept my hair off my neck.
He kissed the base of my spine and I felt the tingles as they started there and continued throughout every part of my body. This man was a complete and utter drug; one that could cost me everything I’d worked for my entire life.
“Why not? You’re gorgeous, worldly, and I feel like I could spend my whole life talking to you but I can tell our bodies have other plans. I’m just not the kind of man who would be able to take you in a place like this.”
I moved my body around until I faced him and it was then I realized he’d only accommodated me as I did my fluid turn because his arms were still wrapped around my waist.
“Then take me home,” I whispered against my better judgment.
I’d just sealed my fate and yet, I couldn’t be bothered to give a damn.
Hell or high water, I wanted to know Torin. I wanted to be in his home, in his bed and experience every inch of this wonderful man. I wanted all of him and I desired nothing at this point but for him to make me his and his alone.
Even if it was only for just one night.
Chapter Three
Torin
IN IRISH GAELIC, Torin’s name meant “chief” and his father knew exactly what he was doing when he’d named him. He wasn’t the first Torin, he was the third; both his father and grandfather had been the first born sons in their family and named Torin. The name should have gone to Shane since he was the oldest but his father said he’d known his brother wouldn’t be the one to make a name for the family. Shane was born premature and the doctors weren’t sure he’d survive therefore his parents had given him a family name and chalked up it would be going on a headstone sooner rather than later.
Torin was born healthy, strong and an easy delivery for both mother and son. Their father had bestowed the name upon his second son as soon as he saw him wrapped his mother’s arms.
The only difference was Torin Evoy Duffy III was one hundred percent his name and when a woman as drop dead beautiful as the one he held in his arms now pleaded with bright amber eyes to take her home, he planned to do exactly what she asked of him.
If anyone had told him he would come to this private party his brother dragged him to, and find the one woman who might perhaps have the key that might one day unlock his heart, he would have knocked them out harder than an opponent in the ring.
Chiara was unlike any woman he’d ever met in his life. She was vibrant, fiery, knowledgeable and had enough charisma to light up an entire room. Her beauty had not escaped him but the way she spoke about his sport like she studied it and was an avid yet true fan, not a groupie, had him eating out of the palm of her hand.
So many people were misguided enough to think mixed martial arts only took place on the illegal fighting circuit or it was where washed up boxers who were banned from the sport went to fight and die. It was its own legitimate sport and he’d never had any aspirations to be a boxer. He’d always loved mixed martial arts and was grateful there was a worldwide league that allowed him to not only practice his passion but earn a generous living from it too.
However, as he snuck glances at the woman beside him, he wasn’t exactly thinking about his sport. They sat in the back of a complimentary limo, provided by Vogue Hotel, Spa and Casino, since he hadn’t driven to the Strip.
She continued to hold his hand though he wouldn’t dare make a move, not in the back of the car. It was crass and something he would have done if he’d been with one of his usual type of women. Somehow, he sensed she was someone special and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t let go of that feeling.
She looked out the window in awe as the limo exited the freeway on Town Center Drive and began to drive into a neighborhood filled with gated communities teeming with McMansions.
“So you live all the way out here in Summerlin? It’s gorgeous.” Her voice sounded soft yet sexy at the same time.
“Been here since I moved to Vegas. Why? Where do you reside?”
Chiara turned toward him and smiled. “I’ve only been here for the past four months or so. I decided on Aliante because the properties were inexpensive and I was able to buy my sister and me homes next door to one another. She’s not well and it gives me a chance to look in on her as well as my niece and nephew. You see, I pay for her care and theirs. They have a nanny who looks after them. I bought the houses outright before they were finished being built.”
This piqued his curiosity. “What’s wrong with you sister? Is she…physically ill?”
Her eyes appeared dark in the dim light though she answered in a forthright manner. “No, there is nothing wrong with her physically. She’s got some…mental issues…she can work and she does but I’d prefer she rather not. Her condition makes her unpredictable and less than stable but not enough the state would take away her children or declare her incompetent. Hence the reason I hired the nanny. I want Angelo and Amelie to get the best of care…my sister isn’t always around to provide that.”
Torin wanted to ask other questions but the limo pulled up to his gate, and he supplied the code to the driver before they drove in and were promptly dropped off at his house. He helped her out and walked her up to the front steps of a two-story art-deco style home that was large and magnificent.
By the look on her face, he knew she’d seen homes probably bigger than his though he had a great view of the Red Rock Mountains. The desert landscaping complimented the gorgeous house.
He opened the door and quickly punched in the code to the alarm system before he armed it again and closed the door behind her. They walked down a long highway on exquisite cream-colored tile floors and into an open sitting room with classic furniture. His home was definitely masculine and all the furniture was dark and art-deco with glass tables.
There was a huge backyard at the rear of the property with a combination pool and hot tub along with a state of the art barbeque pit, and expensive pool furniture perfect for relaxing and tanning.
Torin was naturally fair-skinned and didn’t do a lot of tanning but he had a home that was perfect for parties and accommodated all types. His home was his pride and joy and he was quite pleased he had a career that could afford him a multi-million dollar home in one of the best neighborhoods in Vegas proper.
“This place is beautiful but it’s obvious you’re a bachelor.” Chiara ran her hands down the caramel-colored walls. “It lacks…a feminine touch.”
He turned to stare at her before his face broke into a grin. “I know. I don’t usually bring strangers here because this place is my sanctuary.”
“Are you trying to tell me you don’t bring women here—”
“I’m not trying to tell you anything—I am telling you I don’t bring women here…not until you.”
Chiara’s dark eyes widened as she followed him down the hallway and into the kitchen where he turned on the light and offered her a drink from the bar.
He poured them both Irish whiskeys before he handed her her own and she accepted it with short, beautifully manicured hands painted with dark nail polish. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Torin swigged from his whiskey as he watched her closely.
“What makes me so different and why did you bring me here?”
“Obviously, we have a connection and I know how crazy that sounds…coming from me. It’s something a woman would say but I felt it from the first moment I saw you. If I could understand it, I could control it and the impulse control problems it’s causing with me.”
“You? Suffer from impulse control? Never.” She sipped daintily from her whiskey.
“Yes, even me, my dear. I’ve brought you here but I don’t want this to be some quickie where we’re done an hour from now and I’m calling you a cab.
I find myself trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.”
Chiara’s smile lit up the room. “Torin, I’m not that type of woman. I wouldn’t just leave after an hour. I understand your personality…a lot better than you know and if you were looking for a quick, anonymous fuck, you wouldn’t have chosen me in the first place.”
Who was this chick and how the hell did she know so much about him? Had she secretly studied human psychology? He knew she wasn’t stupid but she’d figured him out and had his personality down to an exact science.
“What happened to your sister?”
“No.” She shook her head as she continued to glance at him intently. “You don’t get to change the subject. I’m yours…for the night…and then we go our separate ways and we probably won’t see one another again but it’s for the best. What we have could end up hurting us both, and it’s obvious, neither one of us were dealt the best cards in life to begin with. I’m a gambling girl—hell, I grew up in Nevada my whole life—but there is one thing I won’t gamble and that is my heart.”
Torin finished his whiskey before he stalked over to her and took the crystal glass from her hand. His arms swept around her waist and he pulled her to him before his lips descended on hers in soul-searing lip lock.
It was the first time he’d been able to taste those delectable lips and she had the lingering whiskey plus something sweet on her tongue that took his breath away. He didn’t usually kiss his usual bed companions—it was too intimate—but he couldn’t imagine not possessing every inch of her body if he had her for the whole night.
His lips left a trail down her neck and he inhaled the scent of freesia, amber and coconut as they assaulted his dulled senses. She smelled alive, and wild; he couldn’t wait until he slid her dress off her body.
“You smell like heaven,” he whispered in her ear.
Chiara laughed, full and throaty; it made Torin’s dick twitch in his pants just hearing it. She whispered in his ear, “Believe me when I say I’m no angel.”
“I’m not looking for one either.” He pressed his erection against her pliable body. “If I was lookin’ to be saved, I’d go to fuckin’ Mass.”
“And you don’t, little Catholic boy?”
“I might have been raised Catholic but religion plays no part of my life—it never did.”
“Forgive me then if I call out God’s name when you make me come. At least I won’t feel like it’s sacrilegious.”
“And how do you know I’ll make you come? I could be a selfish lover,” he whispered in her ear before his teeth bit down playfully on the lobe.
“I would like to believe you pick and choose your lovers carefully but even if you don’t, something about you tells me you’ll want me to be satisfied and believe me, that doesn’t happen often. I haven’t had a man make me come in over two years.”
Two fucking years?!
“You’re kidding, right?” Torin looked into her amber eyes and found not a hint of play or affection.
“No, I’m not. I didn’t say I haven’t had an orgasm in two years…only I didn’t get it from a man.”
“So, are you bi? Not that there is anything wrong with that.”
“No, I’m not but thank you for giving me permission to be so,” she joked before a smile spread across her face. “Women don’t do anything for me sexually. Personally, I just have to feel a connection with another person and I can have one. I already feel one with you and I know it’s crazy.”
“Not really.” His hand reached out and grabbed her breasts over the thin fabric which looked so much thicker than what it really was. His thumbs circled her nipples and they instantly responded to the attention.
“I won’t stalk you, if that’s what you think.” She sighed as her breath caught in her throat. “It’s just one night. Might as well make it one to remember, right?”
“Most definitely.”
Torin leaned over and devoured her lips again and she responded with sheer wild abandon. Her whole body felt like putty in his hands, which he could shape and control anyway he wanted to. It was criminal for a woman this beautiful not to get off in the hands of a man with a magic touch. He definitely had that, even if he chose not to use it all the time.
He pulled back as he caressed her face. She stared back at him with parted lips before her eyes looked up into his own. His hands touched her arms as they were still encased in the dress she wore. When he reached her hands, he grabbed them and held them within in his own.
“Let’s take this upstairs. If I don’t take you now then we’ll never go and I don’t want to fuck you here in the kitchen.”
She merely nodded and he realized she would never move fast enough for him. He needed to get her clothes off pronto, her naked, open and ready in his bed.
Torin picked her up like she weighed nothing and strode through the house until he reached his staircase and double-timed it up the stairs. He’d barely raised his blood pressure though his cock felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t get inside this woman soon.
He set her down on the bed gently. Chiara stood on her own and turned her back to him before she bent over his bed. He realized there was a hidden zipper and he quickly pulled it down with more force than necessary.
She wasn’t wearing a bra and her perfect back was exposed to him before she stood again and turned around to face him before her hands slowly peeled off the dress. He didn’t realize he was holding the air in his lungs until he let out a ragged breath as she exposed her breasts to him and allowed the dress to fall down to gather around her ankles after it made it past her hips.
She wore the smallest gold lace thong but he still couldn’t resist those gorgeous tits. They were not too big yet not too small and one hundred percent natural. He drank her in before he moved toward her and kissed her neck again as his hands caressed her soft skin. His thumbs and forefingers squeezed her breasts and she moaned out loud.
Torin couldn’t resist kissing her lips again. They were addictive as was that gorgeous tongue of hers, which moved in sync with his like she’d memorized his mouth.
She began to unbutton his silk shirt before she shed it from his body and exposed his chiseled chest and washboard abs. That perfect V peaked out just above his pants line and he heard her draw in a deep breath.
“My turn,” she whispered ever so softly before she turned him around and sat him down on the bed.
He moved until he was in the middle of his California King and she crawled toward him, sat astride him and began to undo his pants. She looked so incredibly erotic, her breasts swaying with her movements and wearing nothing but the tiniest thong and a pair of expensive, sky-high stiletto heels.
Her hands clutched around his cock as it sprung free from his open fly and her palms were soft and sultry though his dick was so hard, he felt like he would explode if she caressed him anymore than what she was doing now.
Torin watched her with vivid fascination as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and began to work him in and out of her warm, wet mouth. God, she was fucking good and then some. Her tongue teased the underside of his length before she swallowed him in her mouth and down her throat. He couldn’t hold out and felt like a schoolboy.
He hadn’t come thirty seconds into a blow job in a long time but her technique, the way she handled him so expertly without breaking into a sweat had him shuddering and the molten liquid of his cum spurting down her throat. She milked him like a fucking Hoover and although it seemed like it was bad form, she only looked at him and smiled as if she was quite proud of herself, while all he felt was complete and utter humiliation.
For fuck’s sake, Chiara knew who he was and would she tell all her girlfriends how she made the great Torin Duffy come in less than a minute?
He had to redeem himself especially since she casually climbed off him. He took off his pants before he threw her on her back. He could have been gentle but he tore her thong and spread her legs. She smelled exactly how he thought she w
ould between those gorgeous, long legs. Clean, fresh and with the slight musk of a soaking wet pussy. At least he wouldn’t have to work too hard to turn her on.
Torin wasn’t big on oral sex, mostly because of the kind of women he usually picked up though they were usually just as fastidious about their hygiene as Chiara. Maybe it was just imagining all the men who’d been there before him that turned him off but with this beautiful creature, he was determined to bring her to orgasm and he couldn’t give a fuck about her past.
She might as well have been a virgin. As far as he was concerned, she’d never been touched. His tongue stroked her clit and she shook slightly underneath him as her breath came hard and fast.
His mouth circled her clit and sucked on it as he slid two fingers inside her and found the spongy tissue of her G-spot. He stroked her softly. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as he continued to lick her clit. He couldn’t believe she hadn’t been satisfied by a man in two years.
Her whole body began to spasm as he withdrew his fingers and began to tongue fuck her tight hole. She was slippery wet and he slid inside her easily though her muscles clenched his tongue and he could feel her slip over the precipice. She would come with him—that he was sure of and not just one time either.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart and tongued her asshole as the thumb of his right hand rubbed her clit and she finally convulsed underneath him.
“Oh. My. God.” She breathed hard and tried to control herself but he’d witnessed her fall apart and now, he was finally ready to put her back together again.
Torin sat up and grabbed a condom off the nightstand from a small crystal bowl he kept full of them.
“You’re clean, aren’t you?” It was a stupid fucking question because what did he expect her to say? No?
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