He pulls the contract across the table ever so seductively, and my view falls down onto his toned open thighs.
“Okay, I shall read it to you.” His tongue wets his lips. Keep it together Liz, and listen. “No other executive, or devotee, will touch or harm the appointed red, which refers to you. The red will withhold all information in regards to the order and personal business. The red must attend all functions when specified to do so.” He goes silent, and stares directly at me. “The red,” he hesitates, “will remain healthy, and keep up an appropriate appearance when accompanying the named executive to any formal gatherings.”
My thoughts are all over the place right now. I totally want this man, but this is so damn weird and I can’t get my head around it.
“So, is this like a freemason thing?” I squint at him.
“Look, whoever I get involved with has to sign this, and I have to abide. It is my duty.” His hand squeezes my knee. “It’s business. It’s not a pre-nup, and you’re free to go whenever you like. I don’t own you.”
“And what will I be known as... your red?”
“It’s just a word. Doesn’t mean a thing to me,” he says. “Look, when you’re with me, you may see things that have to remain confidential,” he explains. “This is purely a precaution.”
I think, and think some more. I need to get out of this godforsaken room. Okay Liz, he likes you, he wants you. You like him, and want him even more. It’s just a simple form to say I can keep my mouth shut. The fact it has to be in blood, well, that is bizarre. But if he’s in the freemasons, then I get that they have their secret handshakes and whatnot.
I place my hand on the paper and slide it to my body. I take a breath, and gaze up at Adrien.
“I really can’t believe I’m going to ask this. How do I sign in blood then?”
He takes the pen, presses the side, and out pops a tiny sharp needle. “Push down on that. It will draw and absorb into the nib,” he explains.
I swallow and push my finger down onto the needle, quick. A painless small bulb of blood beads on my fingertip, only to be sucked up into a tiny funnel immediately.
Adrien grabs my hand and stares right into me. “Only sign if you’re sure.”
I’m sure enough so take my hand back. I sign quickly without thinking about it, and slide the paper away. It’s done. Now I want out of this room.
Laurie barges through the door. “I smell an agreement,” he says.
Adrien picks up the contract as he stands, and pushes it into Laurie’s chest hard. “See you at the next summit.”
Dom enters, shakes Adrien’s hand, and winks at me before he leaves. Ben then pops his head around the door, and salutes a farewell before walking away with Connor. Clearly, like me, they all have somewhere they’d rather be.
“Well,” Laurie drones. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth... Adrien.” He dips his head and thankfully leaves us.
I walk with a frazzled mind down the hallway, feeling Adrien’s eyes on me.
“Sorry. That was a bit intense. They’re usually more welcoming than that,” Adrien says as we come to a stop before the elevator.
“Yes... it was.”
The elevator door opens and my desperation for his touch soars. I drive him inside, thrust him up against the wall, and lie my lips hard on his like a nymphomaniac. Now I’m unconcerned by the small space. Our bodies pressed together like this doesn’t require a lot of room. For once, I will take control. He’s left me hanging since the garage, and now I want what I’ve been very patient for. God, I’m so sex starved, I’ve lost my damn mind.
He pulls his lips away from me with a growl, his hungry eyes watching my chest panting for air. Control swaps and he shunts me into the corner, wetting my neck with his erotic mouth.
“You are not in charge here,” his cool words enter my ear and ripple through my core.
My knees wane open and inhalation intensifies into a moaning need. He’s so damn good at this kissing, and my turn on is at an all-time high.
He forces himself away from me again, and I’m furious. I gasp to breathe and try to claw him back to me. I’ve never thrown myself at anyone before. He’s getting the whole bad girl package right now, and he’s refusing. This could be just a fleeting bout of confidence that’s possessed me.
He holds me back by my biceps, wheezing deeply. His eyes want me, so what’s the damn problem?
“What!” Oh my god, I actually yelled at him. “I’m sorry... shit,” I gasp. “Sorry.” I shake my head down, shamefully.
His fingers push up my chin and I drown in his beautiful eyes. “Elizabeth, fucking you right now in this elevator would be pleasant. But you’re better than that, and I will show you.”
Rein it in Liz. Rein it in.
Chapter 10
Elizabeth
It’s been such a tense journey. Quiet, with an extreme tension drifting from driver’s seat to passenger. I feel like I’m choking with lust for him. An invisible noose around my neck tightening by the second. I’m so clammy, I have to subtly blow my hair off my face. The jitters have invaded my whole body, and I know I’m a permanent dark cherry colour, anticipating what awaits when we stop. Right now, I don’t need a gentleman, I need savaging. Like Cate advised, I need to get Adrien Knight out of my system.
I see how fixed on the road he is. He won’t even look at me. I watch his jawline grinding because he feels it too, and I have to remove my view, sharpish. If I don’t they’ll be an RTA on Bridge Street, caused by me propelling myself at him. His constricting grip on that steering wheel should be on me. Me Adrien. Me!
He swipes his card and we pull under into the darkness of the garage. The garage! It’s torturous. There’s build-up, and there’s build-up. He’s a businessman and he’s giving me the hard-sell.
He gets out as I pull on the handle to open my side, but he doesn’t give me the chance. He’s there, holding the door open for me. I rotate my body and place my feet on the floor, inhaling the heavy air. Jeez, I do hope he hasn’t spotted me physically quaking.
“Thank you.” I swallow down.
He presses the central locking. “Elizabeth,” he calls, as I charge ahead to the elevator without him. “Patience.” He grins strangely. “I shall see you very soon.” He walks to the stairwell and I glare at him. Where the hell is he going? “I want to make it in one piece, so I’ll take the stairs. Could do with the warm-up.” He winks mischievously. “You and I in another elevator, is not a good mix at the moment. Sixty-three.” He disappears through the door.
God. Where did he get his willpower from? Usually it will spring into action at the slightest indication of sex. Most men would have lost all inhibition at this stage. No matter how much I tell myself this is a good thing, he’s being honourable, it’s not fucking working.
The elevator doors open so I step inside, wheezy in heat. I lean over and stab hard on the number pad. I’m now wittering to myself. He’s making me lose my mind. Straightening up, I look at my reflection. I knew it, I’m a constant rouge shade. Skin laced with sweat, my cheeks and neck aflame. I promptly remove my jacket and give my hair a flick through with my fingers.
“God, come on.” I bob up and down impatiently.
Finally, I see the door to his apartment. A black door with a silver sixty-three and peephole. There’s not a chance he’s made it here before me. I linger in thought, unsure whether to wait or go and knock.
Liz, this is it. It has been two years, and you may be a little rusty. But my god girl, you deserve this night.
There’s movement inside the penthouse and it startles me. The door suddenly swings open and he’s there. He leans against the door frame with thin suggestive eyes. I hold a breath as my jelly legs move by him, and across the sea of black marble. There’s a smell, a tasty scent, along with the hint of melting candle wax.
I lie my jacket on the kitchen surface in what I try to make look like an evocative way. The dining table has been dressed with candles and red roses.
He doesn’t note my flirtatious eyes willing him to take me right now. He just moves by me, and pulls out a chair at the table.
There’s only one place set with a silver covered platter on the table. I sit down and cough awkwardly. Not because I need to, but because I’m unable to take in air correctly.
He lifts off the lid to reveal a Michelin star dish. “Steak tartare, with a red wine dew, and creamed potatoes,” he says.
“You really didn’t need to do all this.” I’m out of sorts. I have an appetite, yes. But for food, no. “There’s only one plate. Do you not eat?”
“Of course,” he says, smiling. “I have very specific dietary requirements, and only eat at certain times of the day. Besides, I’m not really hungry this evening.”
I don’t want to offend him after he’s gone to all this effort, but I simply cannot eat it. It’s kind of bizarre to think of myself eating while he watches me.
“You’re confusing me,” I whisper coyly with a side glance.
I have to tell him. I can’t go on like this. I’m aching for him and he’s making me feel ridiculous for doing so.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted you to feel at ease.”
“And I do... I think. Look, can you explain to me in layman’s terms, what it is that’s happening between us?” Oh no, all this sexual pressure has created an outspoken monster. “You don’t need to wine and dine me... Adrien.”
I peer up, hoping he doesn’t now think I’m some thankless bitch. I hope he wants me, with the same deep need I’m ailed with right now.
“Come with me, and I’ll show you.” He takes my hand with a firm grip.
I stand up and he leads me by the central fire. We come to a door across from his office, and he opens it up into the room of all rooms. It’s stunning and so different from the rest of the penthouse. Dark and old fashioned with a modern twist. I see an antique solid wooden four poster bed, the size and likes I’ve never seen before. The black posts are draped in deep red silk. It’s very erotic looking. There are wall-to-wall black panels, with gold dim up-lights, and a real wood fire with crackling embers and a solid limestone surround. Right before the fire is the most magnificent bathtub I have ever laid eyes on. A steaming full roll-top copper bath, big enough for two.
Okay, this is incredible, but who filled that bath. Is Sara still here? I look to Adrien with dubious eyes.
“It’s self-heating.” He reads my mind when he chooses to. “Bathe with me.” He darkly gazes as my chest flusters in panic.
Oh my. That is the most sensual scenario I could imagine. But hell, I’m losing it here. I’ve never been asked to do this before. Kicking off my shoes and getting into that tub ungracefully, could ruin this.
I hoist my brow in trepidation. This is what I’ve been waiting for, but it completely escaped my mind that I would have to get naked first.
He walks before the fire, and my god, slips off his shirt real slow. I knew it, he is a god. He’s so toned. Not bulky, but athletic. The contours of his physique limber and flow fluidly, and his pale skin is so easy on my vision. I’m standing here witnessing my very own personal phenomenon.
The flames cast an aura around his flawless body as he flicks open the button of his jeans. His eyes are continually aiming a commanding pull on me. He turns and removes his bottom half effortlessly, smooth as a hot knife to butter. Now he’s naked with his back to me, and the invisible noose around my neck is taut. I’m pulsating all over for him, but I’m freaking scared I might make a mess of this.
I can’t speak, move, or blink. My heart rate has never been so erratic, pounding and omitting beats. I’m so winded with lust and nerves right now, an oxygen mask couldn’t even help me.
He turns, and in all his carnal glory he waits. But I cannot do it.
“I want to see your body, Elizabeth.”
Shit Liz. You’re no innocent. Please, please, just take off your damn clothes. This divine sculpted being actually wants you.
He strolls to me, stealing my every breath so I’m barely able to respire at all. He touches my face, not my butt or chest, and stares so infinitely it arouses me like never before. His eyes. Fuck. He’s staring at me with big plans in mind. I close myself off for a second, my cheek nestling against his hand.
“Wake up Elizabeth. I want you to see me please you.”
I slowly open my eyes and my gasping voice whispers, “Oh-my-god.”
He grins wickedly. “Oh Elizabeth, I can be much more than your god.”
One by one, he unlocks the buttons on my white blouse and studies my torso. Out stretching his fingers, he strokes my cheek, slipping his hand down over my pulsating neck, collarbone, and then my breast. Like an expert, his hand creeps around my back and flicks open my bra. I tremble as he sweeps my blouse over my shoulders so it drops to the floor.
I cannot look. I’m shaking with my head angled back, breathless, feeling his lips scroll down to my chest. He pinches my erect nipple softly between his wet lips and pulls, before moving down to my naval. Dropping down to his knees, he tears down my panties and trousers with a touch of sexual aggression.
Shit, this is so fucked up. Fucked up and amazing.
His tongue slides out of his mouth and strokes my skin. Oh god. He’s teasing my opening. He’s making my body tic, caressing my sex softly with the tip of his tongue.
I can’t take anymore. I don’t care. I need him inside me.
I move away from his mouth then kick off my shoes eagerly, so I’m free of all clothing. He stands up with a critical hot look in his eyes.
“Elizabeth.” He swoops me up into his arms, taking me by surprise. “We have all night.” He nuzzles my nose, nibbling my lips faintly.
We move across the room and he lowers me down into the bathtub. The waters warm, but I don’t care about the feeling, where’s, how’s, or what’s. I’m in some sex bubble right now, and his hands on me are all I long for.
He climbs in-between my open thighs and sits, wrapping his legs around my body. Whoa, he’s clearly ready. He’s going to be using that mighty erection on me. I stare at his tip surfacing the water, biting my cheek hard.
“Elizabeth,” he says. “You are exquisite.” He lifts my leg and kisses my calf. “Unique.” He kisses behind my knee. “And I’m not letting you out of this room, until you have had your way with me.” He develops a fuck me grin, and I will, oh yes Mr Knight.
I hold the roll-top with white knuckles, my head back, panting. He moves onto his knees, his ample erection now at full capacity. He slinks his fingers around my waist and lifts me up onto his lap.
Dammit, I’m not going to last more than a minute here. Please Liz, hang on in there. This feeling has to last.
I whimper out as his erection penetrates me hard and deep. He’s inside me and it feels so good. This is natural, as though it’s meant to be. I have no fear or doubts now. I’m in my very own version of paradise.
I grip the top of the bath tighter as he cradles my butt cheeks and begins to manipulate me for his pleasure. The water waves and sploshes, creating a sensory slick delight as I rub hard against him. He grasps my wet hair, pulling it back harshly. I kiss his ear and move down to his wet neck. I nibble and use my teeth as he quickens my pace, back and forth, back and forth. I moan out in euphoria as he presses his forehead against mine to glower into me.
“No,” he grunts. “Biting.” He kisses me firm.
His tongue slips circular with mine as he buffs me harder and harder, over and over, grinding me deep against his hips. I want to let go. I need to release this ecstatic scream from the dark depths inside me.
JEEZ, THIS IS OFF THE SCALE!
“You feel ready, but you can wait.” His hoarse breathy words dominate me as I groan out for more. “I have waited a long time for this.”
He pulls out of me, leaving me in a state of total dissatisfaction, purring and gasping in chaos. I need him. He needs to be inside me making me feel his fire. I’m sizzling for his still hard erection, and I will die in thi
s tub if he doesn’t reconnect.
I sigh and convulse as he steps out of the bath, his wet body dripping all over me. I can’t move. I’m too weak to fight and drag him back into the water. I bite the inside of my cheek in anger as he stoops over me, to vehemently lift my limp body out from the water.
“You want more.” He lies me on the bed and stands before my soaking legs.
“Yes... yes!” I claw the sheets that cling to my wet body.
He crawls slowly over my needy skin so his knees are amid mine. His eyes are precisely aimed, slight and extreme. His mouth opens, letting out a bottomless breath as he brushes his cool palm over my face.
He smiles darkly down at me. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he exhales. “You’re perfect for me.”
Wow-wow-wow. I have never in my whole twenty-one years, heard such celestial words. Words of art. Words of beauty.
I draw my legs up around his waist as he reconnects with me. He still has his hand on my face as he moves into me, gentle, long, then deep. I scour my fingertips up over his muscular back and his protruding shoulder blades, as he begins to fiercely stimulate me. I close my eyes briefly; the sheer rapture makes me shudder and my toes curl.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I open my eyelids to see his chiselled jaw pulsing. He pushes his brow firmly on mine as I pull his hair, violently. He thrusts deep in circular motions, taking me to the very edge of sanity, and I begin to climax. He’s so hard, and the pleasure and pain feels agonisingly good.
WHOA.
My body’s reeling, wet, and in complete ecstasy. I grab at his skin, scratching, moving my hips with him to make this sensation last.
He breathes out my name, scrunching his eyes, then comes with me. With an elated growl, he stops with a tremor and buries his head into my neck.
I’m bursting inside. I’m on a whole other planet. He’s whisked me to another dimension and I want to stay and do it again. And again. And again.
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