Chapter 13
Jameson
SHIT.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The devil of the darling in front of me was that I couldn’t resist her. And she didn’t even try to resist me either. I’d clocked how her eyes flashed with recognition when I told her I was a part of the Diamonds. Still, she hadn’t left.
It wasn’t common knowledge that a secret society was laced throughout Paradise Grove, but it wasn’t a huge secret either. People talked, rumors spread, and people either believed it or they didn’t.
The thing about the news nowadays was that most people were so self-absorbed they barely even blinked when aliens were proven to be real. No one cared about a secret society … unless, of course, they could benefit from it or lose everything to it.
Ours was the most beneficial, the most influential, and the most powerful in the world. We could hand someone diamonds, or we could hand them the dagger that would end their life. Once people were close enough, they realized that and begged.
Begged for their life. Begged for wealth. Begged for their hopes and their dreams.
They squirmed for most everything. All of them.
But not Mia. Mia Darling had the audacity to turn her nose up to me and look physically ill.
Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t starstruck, that she didn’t bend to my will immediately, that she didn’t fawn over me when most women did.
Or maybe it was the fact that she was so uptight and innocent that I wanted to peel back every part of her personality.
She was professional at every turn until it came to taking care of my daughter.
Then she pushed and broke every rule. She was sweet to everyone, but when she talked to me, she was rude and disobedient.
It fucked with my head enough that I’d avoided her for weeks.
Avoidance only went so far when she pushed me in ways I couldn’t ignore, though.
Coming into my basement was the last fucking straw.
Indulging in this would deter her and set us straight again.
We get a fix and flush it out of our systems. I needed it after the night I’d had.
What I didn’t tell her was that I’d already sent my men on a rampage, and that’s why Jacques was here bleeding out.
I wouldn’t have us cowering inside my walls a second longer, not when I’d seen how happy Mia and Franny were outside of them.
Mia shouldn’t have been in that equation.
And I shouldn’t have used it as a negotiating tool to get her naked.
Yet, I was a Diamond and a Knight. I’d do anything for the upper hand. Or what I thought was the upper hand, because as that blouse fell from her shoulders, I almost lost my balance.
All the blood flowing straight to my cock must have caused it.
And that was a problem for a man who had a million enemies …
and one in particular who wasn’t admitting to attacking his daughter’s school.
I couldn’t be distracted or have my attention elsewhere.
She needed to be swept out of my thoughts and put back in a place where I didn’t give a damn about her.
Yet, her skin was smooth, supple, not a tattoo in sight other than a small one on her wrist as I dragged an inked knuckle over one breast. I was interested in why she hadn’t marked up her body more and wanted to ask, to see if her answer would be as judgmental as her comment about the Diamonds.
Everything about the woman had become interesting to me.
Why she liked fuchsia, even. The fact that I remembered such small things about her was getting to be ridiculous.
I hooked an arm around her to pull her closer to the edge of the counter and sighed, letting my gaze slowly creep over her. “You had to be even more flawless without clothes on, didn’t you?”
“Hardly flawless.” Her voice was gentle, like she was suddenly shy even though she’d not stopped my perusal.
She let me stare, and I did. The top of her breasts filled her bra enough that they were almost spilling out, her arms sported goose bumps, and her hands were gripping the counter’s edge like she was trying to keep from moving.
I stared, probably could have all day, but she chewed on her lip and finally said, “You get your fill?”
“No. Do you rush all men?”
“Men I’m with don’t stare.”
“Men you were with,” I corrected immediately, as if I had some claim on her.
She pursed her lips but didn’t argue. Instead, she bit the corner of her lip as if she were trying not to smile and murmured, “Done now?”
“Not even close.” I brushed my thumb close to the end of her bra, and her lips parted enough that I could bring my other thumb to that bottom lip and slide it onto her tongue. “I’m memorizing every part of you, darling Mia. Taking in perfection shouldn’t be rushed.”
That pull between us coiled tighter as I turned my hand over her breast and cupped it while my thumb pad pushed further into her mouth, seeking that wet tongue of hers.
We were dancing on the edges of her boundaries, I knew it, but I chose to overstep as I leaned in and murmured in her ear, “Suck it, darling devil. Give me an image I couldn’t forget if I tried. ”
The blush on her cheeks heated her face either in embarrassment or desire. I curled my thumb over the lace of her bra and brushed her nipple as I whispered, “Please.”
Maybe it was my hand in her bra and how I touched her nipple, or maybe it was me being at her mercy and begging, but instead of biting my damn thumb off, her tongue slid up and around me.
She closed her eyes as if too shy to hold my gaze while her lips wrapped around me and, then I felt it.
The pull of her suction as her cheeks hollowed.
It shot straight through my body and almost had me losing control. Instead, I gripped her jaw just to hold her there and take it all in before I let the swear rumble out of me, “Fuuuck. You want to ruin my mind, don’t you?”
Her eyelids fluttered open, and I took my time pulling my thumb from her mouth.
Slowly. Deliberately. I wiped it across that bottom lip of hers, the one that drove me mad every time I saw her bite it.
I wanted to see her pretty mouth glistening like it was ready for me to put something much bigger in it now.
Then, I moved my hand down her back to pop the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts spill out.
My hands were on them immediately, massaging and molding them to my grip before I moved to touch her everywhere.
I couldn’t get my fill, from her tits to the slope of her waist and how it flared wider into her hips.
I gripped her there, took hold of her, pressed harder than I should have in hopes it would leave marks.
Her curves were ones she kept hidden under flowy dresses and blouses.
And even though I was used to women flaunting their figures, I was mesmerized by the fact that she hadn’t and I got to explore what felt like a hidden treasure for the first time.
I memorized the feel of her being within my grasp and catalogued it so I wouldn’t need to come back.
That was the goal. It had to be.
She squirmed under me, her body either wanting more or less. I had to give her an out before we went too far. “You can say you’re done and want to go back to your room, Ms. Darling. I told you all you have to say is stop.”
This was the responsible thing to do. I was ready to take way more advantage of her than I had originally intended.
I was already way the fuck over the line, but now I’d lost control.
She’d need to be the one to exercise it if she wanted this to end.
I wanted her pussy on my mouth, her arousal on my tongue, and her moaning my name.
Just once.
“You said you needed to eliminate the distraction,” she murmured. “If it hasn’t been eliminated, I’m not done and neither are you, right?”
I nodded, even though I shouldn’t have agreed.
When I moved my hands to her knees and slowly slid them up that silky skin on her inner thigh, she gasped.
She wasn’t made for this, I could already tell.
She was the darling, the sweet teacher, the woman who thought she couldn’t even get aroused enough to drip down my counter.
One time. This was an indulgence and distraction we were going to get out of our systems.
“You need it too. Don’t lie to yourself. If you’re telling me no one can get you wet, I have to show you that you’re wrong, darling Mia.”
“It’s not possible,” she whispered defiantly and boldly, her tone pointed in the confidence of what her body lacked.
Yet, her hands tightened on the edges of the counter like I gripped her lower thighs.
Maybe it was our sanity that we were trying to hold on to at that point, or our dignity, but I’d lost that a long time ago.
Didn’t give a fuck now what anyone thought of me when I’d built my own path and way.
I knew her squirming and wiggling her hips on the stainless steel was evidence enough that she’d come all over it if I did this just right.
My hands slid up her thighs farther and farther, her tan skin so perfect under my rough grip that I wanted to mar it somehow.
It was disturbing how much I wanted to disrupt every part of her.
Would it glisten if I worked her pussy enough?
Redden if I gave it a slap or two? And would she moan my first or last name while I did?
My vision was tunneling around this woman, and it shouldn’t have been.
I knelt before her on my tailored slacks and watched as her breath caught while mine brushed against her panty line.
I wanted to know her thoughts, wanted her to share every single feeling she had instead of rolling her lips between her teeth and clamping down on what she wanted to say.