Page 10 of Redemption

You have no idea.My heart and body would both be mush in his hands if it weren’t for the evidence agent Jackass showed me. I’m not convinced half of the women in this club have any idea what it’s about.

I roll my eyes. “Let’s get this over with. What do you want?”

“That’s a loaded question.”

I look around. There’s nothing in this room. Not one shadow, indicating there’s even a box, a chair, anything. It’s not total blackness as promised either. Dim blue perimeter lighting casts a strange glow.

He rushes me. Picks me up by the waist and in seconds my bare back is flush against cool glass. He wraps my legs around his waist, using his hands to help my dress skate higher. Moans of appreciation come from behind the barrier as my ass is pressed against the wall of windows.

Embarrassed, I try to yank it down. “This isn’t me.”

“Look at me. Only, at me.”

I do and what a mistake. I’m sucked into the vortex that is Roque Salvatore. He consumes me like some soul sucking reaper with just one intense stare. I feel my soul untethering from somewhere deep inside. It wants him. It wants to leave me and let him take it.

“That’s it,bella.Come to me.”

The man hasn’t barely touched me, and I’m already gone. My hands cup his cheek. It takes everything I have not to be weak and let the tears I feel welling fall. It feels like I need to hold onto every stolen second, I take with him before I betray him.

“It’s been too long. I need you so much.” His words are fast and frenzied, but his hands glide slow as they caress me. My head rolls back as his lips blaze a trail of fire. He alternates between whispering curses and love words in Italian against my skin. In the dark, he owns me. He always did. His hands slide all over me. The drumbeat’s faster and faster. I spin in his web, until I don’t know which way is up or down. Until I forget right from wrong.

My hands are all over him too. He dominates me just by breathing, he doesn’t need ropes or chains either. One hand slides further up the inside of my thigh. His teeth scrape against my throat at the same moment he moves aside my thong finding the tiny pearl nestled in the folds.

As he presses it, fireworks go off inside me. I moan and whimper in his embrace, needing more.

“No,bella.No one else gets to watch this but me. Only I own the pleasure I give you.” My back leaves the glass as he stalks to the opposite corner. He presses in a series of numbers into a key box and the room goes pitch black. Gone is the dim blue lighting. Drapes fall from inside, shielding us from view. I’m put down, stripped of my dress. I can’t see him only feel, taste, and smell the rich scent of his skin. “I can’t wait. It’s been too long.” In one long stroke he impales me. We both groan because it feels so fucking good. He increases the tempo and I’m lost, riding the wave that’s Roque fucking Salvatore. My eyes roll back this time in ecstasy as he strokes me with his hand and his cock.

Our bodies slam together. My hands fist in his hair. His fingers bite into my flesh. “It’s always been you, Red. Fucking you,” he grates out seconds before I feel him shuddering inside me. Boneless and limp, my legs fall from where they were wrapped around his back. I still haven’t said anything back. His litany of lusted-filled words were all one-sided. Maybe it’s because I can’t trust myself to speak. I’d break down, tell him everything and let him fix it all. But that’s not who I am. I don’t want or need a man to fix my problems.

“Is this love?” He takes my palm, placing it against his rapidly beating heart. “Tell me this is love,bella.Why else do I never stop thinking of you? Why can’t I let this go?”

I still can’t see his face. I bow my head, laying it against his chest, listening to the thumping sound of the heart I always accused him of not having. I can’t do this. I can’t betray him. Somehow, I need to evade it all without turning him in. He’s never been so damn alpha and yet so tender with me before. He’s the perfect damn man and I can’t have him.

Before I know it, he places my discarded dress in my hands. I have only seconds to make sense out of the bunched-up fabric before he grabs my hand and somehow gets us back to the keypad. He punches in a four-digit code and the door opens. “Ready to run, Red?”

“You know it.”

“Ah, she finally speaks.”

It’s a good think it’s still so dark because my face is as red as a tomato. He grabs my hand and races through The Den to the bank of elevators I first arrived in. After tapping out another code the doors open. I sag in relief as he presses down.

“Not your thing, eh?”

“If it was up to me, you’d be the one collared.”

“You collared me the second we met in the closet.”

“Which one?”

“The one where I looked into your eyes and saw my future.”

“Please. Through my hazy brown contacts?”

“I knew the first time I had you pinned in a closet. That was the second time.”

“Whatever. I’m out. Thanks for the… um… good time.” As the elevator opens back on the club floor, I rush out. I can’t make this too easy or he’ll expect something’s up.

I feel him hot on my heels as I exit the club feeling the salty night air cling to my skin. I pull out my phone attempting to open a car service app when a huge SUV pulls up. “The night’s still young, Red. Dare you to spend it with me?”

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