Page 47 of Kings of Desire
Fightingthe torching sensation with my remaining powers, I decided to ask him another question. Something that was troubling me. ‘Do we need to go to Vanya about this?’ She was still my employer after all, and we did owe her a percentage.
‘As long as you don’t get a check or cash, Vanya doesn’t care. Well, I am going to spend a great deal of money seeing this through, but it won’t count as long as I don’t give the payment directly to you’
At least that cleared things up since I was having doubts about telling another soul of the agreements I need to make to free my family.
‘But if you also need cash, I’m sure that I could think of something to add to our deal,’ he just couldn’t hold that thought to himself, probably already scheming up some new ways of owning me.
Luckily, I had Ferris’s offer to cover for that part, and no matter how much of a psychotic temperament he may have displayed, it was nothing compared to Brax’s deathlike coldness.
Nothing he could say or do could convince me to extend our deal in any way, especially since I’ve already agreed to give him such an important part of me.
‘I don’t need your money,’ my mouth got the best of me.
‘That’s not what I see, but have it your way.’ I could feel his angered voice slightly shaking, needing to offend me back to prove superiority. It wasn’t just a game with me, but the main game in his world- establishing supremacy. That’s what kept the money rolling and the loyal subjects bowing at his feet. That’s what made himkingon the streets.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t -,’ I wanted to apologize in some way and avoid him getting mad at me. I’m not usually the apologetic type, but getting on the bad side of his radar didn’t seem like such a good option, at least not until he would have fulfilled his part of the deal. But before I could finish my words I caught sight of a strong light coming from the glass wall.
I turned to notice large spotlights shining on what seemed to be a stage with a holstered table sitting in the middle of it. It was none of my business and since theshowwas about to start, this was my cue to leave.
‘I should go,’ I babbled, though without trying to get up without permission this time.
‘No, you shouldn’t,’ his words full of melting pathos as I was craving them and fearing them at the same time. ‘What you’re asking of me is a lot... A lot of money and a lot of time. I think it’s only fair I should see a sign that you’re as excited about this deal as I am... Call it a sign of good faith on your part.’
I knew that there was a trick. An extra deal that I unwillingly agreed to. Point b.21 in his contract, scribbled with almost invisible letters. I was expecting this ever since deciding to do a deal with a man like him. ‘What does that mean?’ I couldn’t hide the whimper in my voice as it was cracking under the uncertainty of what he had planned for the night.
‘Relax,’ his voice so warm this time that instantly wrapped all around me, melting my body onto his own under the pressure of every anguishing need that was tormenting me ever since I first made contact with him. ‘It only means you get to watch the show with me,’ he turned me to face the glass wall, raising my body further up his leg until my back rested on his chest, pulsing with each one of his heartbeats.
Suddenly, the lights in our room went down, leaving just a few tiny bulbs to glimmer in the deep darkness. Caught by surprise, my shaking feet pressed on the floor, trying to find stability yet involuntarily arching against him. I froze, feeling the evident part of his manly arousal directly under me while his arm raised me a little further, bringing my head to rest on his shoulder.
‘I said, relax,’ his lips inches away from mine, heavy with the hardened breath, full of desire.
I was certain that he was going to kiss me, and as much as I may have wanted him not to do it, the memory of his tongue urging against mine brought a wave of liquid heat to flow down on my body.
My eyes closed once again, waiting for his mouth to cover mine, but the warmth of his lips was nowhere to be found.
I reopened them just in time to catch a glimpse of him carefully studying my neckline, then pushing a few of my strands aside, trailing a long line with his tongue from my collarbone to that cursed spot behind my ear that made me tingle with unearthly need.
I cussed at myself for being so weak. This was nothing more than a job for me, and a game for him. Things were pretty clear from the start, and allowing his touch to have any effect on me could only complicate everything.
That was it. I was strong. I had to be so... At least that’s what I told myself for almost two nanoseconds because the atmosphere in the room was going to heat up much quicker than I could ever imagine.
Slow music began playing from the speakers while another set of spotlights set the room behind the glass wall to life.
‘What is this?’ I asked looking at the stage where an astonishing blonde woman, dressed only in a tight black lace corset made an appearance.
‘Shush, just watch the show,’ his tongue skimmed the exposed part of my neck, again and again making my skin crawl with the intoxicating sensation ofhim.
I was so fucking lost into his arms, hating myself for every single second I was trembling with desire, and in an attempt to do something...anything to take my mind off him, I decided to follow his advice and really pay attention to what was going on in the second room.
A half-dressed man with a herculean muscle frame had made an appearance while I wasn’t watching, and I couldn’t deny that he could easily be the object of all womanly desire... All besides me. His hands would feel iceberg cold traveling my body compared to the lava heating palms that were now prowling the defined contour or my breasts.
The woman seemed excited to see him, approaching him with luscious movements, like a wild panther stalking her prey. They had magnetism and you could see it from miles away. Her arms opened to greet him, running her fingers through the thick strands of his curled blonde hair while their mouths crashed, searching for one another in fluid motions almost like showing off their fantastic compatibility.
They were on fire, and the stage seemed to be burning underneath them. The woman broke off the kiss and followed the manly line of his jaw with the tip of her tongue, descending to the rock-like squares of his chest, all the way down to the V-line that formed the perfect arrow towards his manhood. Her knees hit the floor and a satisfied grin splattered over her face as her eyes went up to glance at the eagerness glinting in his own.
With stagnant movements, as if feasting on his excitement, she unbuckled his belt, throwing it on the floor then painfully slowly unbuttoned his jeans.
I had a feeling of what was about to happen and blushing with shame, I wanted to look away, but with the corner of my eye, I caught Brax’s gaze studying me. His tongue still glided on my skin, enhancing the storm that he was building inside of me, yet at the same time, I knew he was watching over me. This was a test of obedience. One that I wasn’t going to fail, no matter how hard my ego was pushing me to riot against it.
