The Player (Rouge Passion #1)

by J. D. Chase

  ‘But you’ve just done exactly that and it was incredible.’ She tried to make him smile saying, ‘I thought you said I’d be addicted to you, not the other way around.’

  His eyes were the epitome of sincerity when he whispered, ‘I know.’ She’d never seen anyone look so torn. Clearly, he hadn’t intended to need her the way he did.

  For the rest of the afternoon, Xander stayed in his office. When she popped her head around the door to ask if he’d seen her email about the banking information for staff salaries, he was still preoccupied with whatever was going on and waved her away saying that he’d be sorting the payroll from now on. She blinked back her surprise and told him where he could find the information he’d require. She had no idea whether or not he’d heard her because he didn’t acknowledge her at all.

  She quietly went back to her desk and told herself that she should be grateful he was taking some of her heavy workload away from her. She looked at the next item on her to-do list and went to find Charlie, the hotel’s site supervisor and gardener. She spent the next half an hour trying to get him to explain to her in simple terms why he’d requested £7,000 to repair the heating system when a new boiler could be installed for £9,000. With a little help from Bobbi who was passing by, just as Isla was losing the will to live, they determined that it was because he was fond of the antiquated boiler and knew he could persuade her to keep going. The thought of a modern boiler was unthinkable! She managed to keep her temper in check and Bobbi managed to hold back her giggles until they were back inside the hotel, leaving Charlie talking to his beloved boiler which he called Martha.

  ‘What is it about men and their toys?’ snickered Bobbi. ‘Did you hear the way he was crooning to the boiler? I’ll bet he doesn’t talk to his wife like that!’

  Isla couldn’t help but laugh but she decided that Xander would have to be the one to make the call on this one. It was common sense that a new boiler was the most efficient choice but, if that decision came from Xander, Charlie couldn’t take against her when his beloved Martha was ripped out and scrapped.

  She was on her way back to report the boiler situation to Xander when she saw him walking towards her. He looked awful.

  ‘Is everything okay, Xander?’

  He continued to walk past her, tossing over his shoulder, ‘No, Red. Life’s a bastard. There’s something I’ve got to do. See you in the morning.’

  Frowning, she returned to her office and started work on the next item on her list. Before she knew it, it was almost seven o’clock. She leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms above her head. Her shoulders felt oddly stiff today and she had no idea why until memories of Xander, holding her clasped hands behind her back as he rammed into her from behind, flooded her mind. She involuntarily pressed her thighs together and felt the oddly satisfying sharp pain from her somewhat abused pussy. She gasped and squirmed in her seat, bumping her hip against the arm of the chair. Ouch! Standing up, she lifted her dress and studied the plentiful skin that covered her hip bone. Five bright blue bruises glowed against her pale skin and it was blatantly obvious that they’d been caused by fingers pressing down into her flesh.

  She checked her other hip and found a matching set. Then she remembered that not only had her pussy felt sore under the hot jets of water but her back had smarted too. She’d been in such a rush to get into the office as soon as she could that she hadn’t paid it much attention. But now she recalled feeling his nails raking down her skin as she’d writhed under him the night before. He’d obviously left his mark there too. She’d never been one for hickeys and other blatant sex marks, not understanding the need to broadcast the fact that you’d had sex or to brand your partner in order to keep others away. But then she’d never been initiated into the pleasures of animalistic fucking until now and her marks were not a public statement, but her dirty little secret, hidden away from prying eyes.

  Oh my God! The pleasures of animalistic fucking – dirty little secret – I sound just like Xander!

  She often walked out of work via the bar to say goodbye to Dean and she really fancied a drink and didn’t want to spend any more time at home alone than she had to, but with her mind fully focused on Xander, it didn’t seem right. Not when Dean clearly had feelings for her. She didn’t quite know what to do about that. She didn’t want to give him false hope. She needed to find a way to let him down gently. She’d never intended for anything to happen between them anyway, but spending time with Xander had made her realise that she’d never be sexually fulfilled unless she was fucked the way that Xander fucked her. She already knew that Dean wasn’t strong enough to handle her personality and she doubted he’d be able to handle her desires either. She almost laughed out loud at the mere thought of him calling her a filthy slut and fucking her in a totally feral way.

  By the time she closed the door of her flat behind her, she felt like flopping into bed. Instead, she threw a sad microwave meal for one in to get nuked for five minutes while she undressed and pulled on her pyjamas. She picked at her plastic looking macaroni cheese but decided that it tasted like plastic too so she gave up and scraped it into the bin.

  By nine-thirty, after her second shower of the day, which she realised she needed because she could smell the traces of him that he hadn’t quite managed to remove, she refused to accept how depressing her social life was and eased her bruised body into bed. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard her intercom buzz. What the . . .? That’ll be some stupid fuck pressing the wrong button . . . well they’re going to get the sharp end of my tongue!

  She stomped over the intercom, jabbed her finger on the button and shouted, ‘Press the right fucking button, you dumb fuck!’

  A disembodied voice with barely concealed amusement replied, ‘From the welcoming words to the dulcet delivery, I know I’ve pressed the right button. Besides which, I’ve already pressed three incorrectly, much to the annoyance of your neighbours. Open up, Red – I need to get inside. Oh and it might be an idea to let me in.’

  Xander!

  She pressed the door release button then dragged a brush through her flaming tresses. She was waiting at her open door until she looked down. Fucking hell! I’m in my jammies! She dragged the bottoms off and threw them under her bed. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her top until she dragged it over her head, cursing like a sailor when her hair got tangled in one of the buttons. Finally, she managed to disengage herself and kick the offending article under the bed just as he knocked on her door.

  Dragging her fingers through her hair and fastening her hastily acquired robe, she flung the door open.

  His eyebrows shot up. ‘I came to fuck you to sleep but it seems I may have some competition in the fucking stakes . . .’

  ‘What?’

  He nodded at her hair, a smile toying with the corners of his mouth.

  ‘Oh that! I’d just got into bed.’ She hastily attempted to smooth down her unruly tresses.

  ‘Well, let’s get you right back there.’ His expression changed drastically and he again looked like a tormented soul, as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. ‘I need to be inside you, Red. It’s the only place I want to be, right now. The only place where I can seek shelter.’

  He stepped up to her and began to devour her in his own inimitable fashion. She managed to kick the door shut as they sank to the floor. If she’d thought he was rough the night before, she was made to rethink fast. He redefined rough, such was his desperate need to get inside her and his need to think of nothing else but fucking her his way. He pushed her to the floor, tearing her robe open and feasting his eyes on her as he made short work of unfastening his belt and his trousers.

  He leaned- over her, grasping her upper arms and locking his elbows as he shoved his cock inside her. There was no preamble, no foreplay, no tender words . . . just his raw need. And Isla had never felt hornier.

  Oh fuck! Yessssss! ‘Fuck me, Xander. Fuck me until you can’t fuck any more and then I�
��ll ride you until your cock is as sore as my pussy and you beg me to stop,’ she cried.

  ‘Never!’ he roared, his hands digging into her arms. ‘I’d never beg you to stop. You are my siren. My addiction. My salvation.’

  And so it began. They fucked on and up against almost every surface in her little flat. As soon as she came, he either propelled or carried her to the next fucking location, using his repertoire of coarse, filthy terms of affection. When they were upright, and the muscles in his legs screamed for him to stop, he fucked her horizontally. He was like a machine and she a ragdoll as he fucked and fucked until his lungs burned and he could fuck no more, then he finally emptied his balls inside her.

  He rolled on to his back and began to stroke his cock. She stared, totally spellbound at the sight of his large hand gently caressing his uncircumcised, knicker-wettingly magnificent cock and felt incredibly horny all over again.

  ‘Get up here, you filthy come-slut. Get on my cock . . . no, not like that . . . reverse cowgirl . . . I want to see that bountiful arse bouncing up and down as you try to sate your whore of a cunt.’

  Isla grinned like a cat that had got not only the cream, but the whole damn dairy. She crawled up over him and waved her arse in the air, inches from his face. She heard him gasp and curse as she slid forward and impaled herself on his cock. She rose up and down, clenching around him and savouring the feeling of being in control for a change. It didn’t last.

  ‘Are you going to tickle it or fuck it?’ he growled, as his hand wound around her hair and yanked her head back. ‘Show me what a filthy flame-haired goddess you really are or I’ll spank your cock-tempting arse until it glows. And then I’ll fuck it.’

  Isla’s eyes mouth fell open. He wouldn’t! Oh yes, he fucking would . . . but I’m not ready to give up control just yet, mister!

  She rode him like a prize winning jockey, thrusting her hips back and forth and dragging that cock across her g-spot until she feared she might actually give it friction burns. He grabbed her arse cheeks and parted them and, as she’d learned was his way, without warning he pushed his thumb inside her puckered ring.

  Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head and she probably would have shot off his cock in surprise but his fingers had sunk into the soft flesh of her arse and he was holding her fast. He began to rotate his thumb in circles inside her.

  ‘I can feel my cock through the thin wall of your pussy,’ he announced.

  ‘Good. For. You,’ she panted. ‘I can feel your cock inside my pussy and your finger in my arse!’

  ‘It’s not my finger. It’s my thumb inside your hot, tight, dirtiest little hole, but I’m sure I could fit at least one finger in too because it’s almost as greedy as your wet little whore hole.’

  ‘No!’ she shrieked, as he began to thrust his hips up to meet her as well as thrusting his thumb in and out of her arse.

  ‘You fucking love it, you dirty slut! Admit it . . . or my fingers will go walkabout.’

  She felt herself building swiftly and knew there was no way she could cope with any increased sensation. ‘Okay. Yes, I love it. I fucking love your deviant ways, you filthy fucking fucker!’

  She clamped down hard on his cock and shuddered like she’d been tasered as her orgasm ravaged her tired body. She felt him rise up and bite the back of her shoulder as his fingers pulled her nipples so far from her body she thought they’d surely tear. But that pain, slicing through her tortured consciousness, forced her orgasm on and on.

  She collapsed back on to his chest and they lay there for a few moments. Two sated, sweaty souls who were equally amazed at the effect the other had on them. And that effect was addictive. In their own way, each recognised their need for each other could prove to be an obsession.

  ‘You are fucking amazing, Red. You are the best fuck a man like me could ever have. You’re as sexy as fuck and you get it. You get me; what I need, and the most fucking incredible thing is that you need it too. That’s why you couldn’t orgasm properly before. Gentlemanly fucking does nothing for you. You need a real man who can give you what you need. What you crave. I’m that man and that makes me the luckiest fucker in the whole damn world.’

  She turned her face so that she could kiss his neck. ‘I’m glad you came to me tonight. You looked awful. I know something’s going on and that you obviously don’t want to tell me but I’m glad I can help in some small way, even if it’s just helping you to forget for a few hours.’

  He sighed. ‘Let’s not make this anything more than sex, Red. I can’t give you more. Fuck, if there was one thing I’d like to do right now, it’s to fuck off somewhere far away with you and let you make me forget about the world.’

  ‘Xander!’

  ‘I know, I know. And please don’t let me scare you away. I heard from those bimbos on reception that you’re sworn off men. I don’t know why but I guess it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that some bastard did a class A number on you. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Men are bastards. God knows I’ve made mistakes. But I need you in my life, Red. I fucking need you like the earth needs the sun. I know it’s fucking mental. I’ve only just met you but you get me, Red. You take me on toe-to-toe when I’m being an arrogant fuck. You trust me to do unmentionable things to your body and, not only that, you enjoy it at least as much as I do, and that is mind-blowing for me. No-holds-barred fucking is a release for me but with you, it’s more than that. You make me feel alive. More alive than I’ve ever felt. And I don’t want to lose that feeling. There’s stuff going on that I can’t talk about. That I can barely bring myself to think about. And when it gets too much, burying myself inside you takes it all away. I don’t expect you to understand . . .’

  ‘I do,’ she whispered. ‘I feel the connection between us. And I feel the need in you and an answering need in me. For now, let’s just give in to that need. Maybe one day, one of us won’t feel the need for the other any more. Then we go our separate ways. But for now, I’m here whenever you need me.’

  He hugged her to him tightly and kissed the top of her head. ‘And whenever I can, I’ll be there for you too.’

  Chapter Seven

  The insistent ringing of her alarm woke Isla with a moan, but when she attempted to lean out of bed and knock it off, she found she was trapped by a solid limb draped across her ribcage. It took a few seconds for her to work out who it belonged to.

  ‘Are you going to turn that fucking thing off?’ Xander grunted.

  ‘If you let me go, I’ll be able to reach it,’ she muttered, thinking that neither of them could be accused of being morning people.

  His arm lifted and she leaned out and hit the button on the offending object. No sooner had it stopped, two strong arms wound around her midriff and pulled her back.

  ‘No, no, no.’ She giggled. ‘I have to shower and dress. Drying my hair takes ages.’

  ‘Who cares if you’re late?’ he muttered into her neck as he nibbled along her collar bone.

  ‘I’ll care. It’s unprofessional to be late. It sets a bad example for the staff and can cause resentment if they see you using managerial privileges. Besides, my boss is a total wanker and will probably make my day unbearable if I’m late.’

  ‘Hmm. He sounds like a tyrant. I hope he’s not working you too hard. But, from what I hear, he’s about to work you harder than ever.’

  She giggled. ‘I have a feeling that he’s harder than ever. The feeling comes from my thigh.’

  He pushed his erect cock into the skin of her thigh. ‘Your thigh is very perceptive. I wonder if it can work out what will happen next . . .’

  ‘I think it could hazard a guess but I refuse to be late for work, so if you insist on fucking me, you’d better make it quick.’

  He feigned offence. ‘Red, think about my reputation. I don’t do quick. Besides, I’ll run you in so you won’t be late. I know a shortcut to the office as well as I know all the shortcuts to your delectable, back arching orgasms.’

  In a flash, h
e flipped her over on to her back, slid between her thighs, and pinned her hands to the bottom of the headboard with his. He nudged against her folds with the head of his cock.

  ‘Go on, deny me,’ he challenged. ‘Deprive that hungry little hole of a thorough fucking before breakfast and you’ll be squirming in your seat all morning. By lunchtime, you’ll be crawling into my office on your knees begging me to fuck you there and then because your pussy aches with the longing to be filled, stretched and used like the little whore it is.’

  His cocky grin made her want to resist him but his cock was teasing her pussy so badly she thought she’d hear it panting if he carried on. She waited until his cock was about to glide over her entrance and she thrust her hips up hard, sheathing him halfway up his cock.

  ‘I’m only fucking you so that you don’t walk around all day with the boner from hell. And I think it would be you who’d be begging by lunchtime. Begging to be slamming into my hot, wet pussy until your balls can stand it no more and you fill me with your thick, sticky come.’

  She saw the fire in his eyes intensify. ‘You dirty, foulmouthed, fucking bitch!’ he retorted as he pushed his cock all the way inside. ‘Is that pussy so greedy that it couldn’t wait for me and had to claim the cock? Maybe that little pussy whore needs teaching a lesson.’

  ‘Ahhh,’ she gasped, even as her muscles clamped down on him. ‘I notice you didn’t tell me I was wrong.’

  He lowered his head and put his lips against hers, withdrawing his cock to the tip.

  He whispered against her mouth. ‘You are the most stubborn creature that I’ve ever had the fortune of fucking and I can’t get enough of you. But I don’t beg and, let’s face it, Red, you’re never going to make me.’ He slammed his cock back inside her and bit down sharply on her bottom lip.

  The tell-tale metallic taste told her that she was bleeding. She tried to bite him back but he quickly lifted his head. ‘Oh no, my feral little slut . . . you bear my marks, not the other way around. You may be stubborn, but I’m ruthless. Bear that in mind if you want to play games.’