Chapter 25
Chapter twenty-five
Madeleine
Ihate men.
Lowering my gun to my side, I watch as the misogynistic asshole holds his groin, screaming profanities that would make a sailor blush.
“You shot my dick!” he shouts as blood soaks through the front of his pants.
I smirk. “You seem to be under the impression that since I don’t have a cock swinging between my legs, I should be in a kitchen and not here, behind my desk.
” I drop my gun in the drawer and place my palms on the smooth wood surface, straightening my spine.
“But let me be clear about two things. First, the only thing you will ever find me doing in a kitchen is looking for a takeout menu. Second, you messed with the wrong Alarie.”
Eli drops the man from his hold, letting him fall to the floor as he turns to face me. His eyes darken, grazing over every square inch of my body, inspecting me for any injuries. He approaches, not stopping until he’s standing directly beside me, his rough hand gently cupping my cheek.
“You did good, Princess.”
Okay, maybe I was wrong.
Maybe there’s one man I don’t hate.
Even if I should.
The office door swings open, and two guards step inside, guns drawn, their eyes scanning the room before settling on Angelo.
I stand tall, smoothing out my skirt. “Take him to our warehouse. My brothers can deal with him later.”
They both nod and quickly escort Angelo out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
Eli steps away from me, positioning himself in front of the door where his hand lifts to turn the lock into place.
My heart thumps wildly beneath my chest as he turns to face me, licking his lips.
“You always keep a gun on you?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
I nod. “I can’t take any chances,” I say in a ragged breath.
As he steps toward me, I move back until I’m directly against the glass wall. His hand braces the wall beside my head while his other hand grips my chin, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.
He lowers his head to mine, skimming his lips against my ear. “I’d never let anything happen to you. You know that, right?”
I swallow hard, my breath catching in my throat as his hand glides down my neck. “Like I said, can’t take any chances.”
His lips press slowly and softly against my cheek, sliding down to my collarbone.
“Someday, you’re going to realize that you don’t have to do all of this alone.
” He scrapes his teeth up the column of my neck and then nips my earlobe.
“But for now.” He hovers his lips right over mine.
“I’m going to fuck you against this glass wall until you’re screaming my name while coming around my cock. ”
His lips fuse to mine, devouring me whole.
Body and soul.
As his tongue snakes between my lips, finding mine, I try to remind myself that I shouldn’t be doing this. That only a few hours ago, I found a beautiful engagement ring in his nightstand meant for another woman.
Not to mention the letter… The goddamn letter that has tormented me for over a year.
But with his scent overwhelming my senses and his touch electrifying every nerve ending in my body, I turn into a puddle of need in his arms as every reason why I shouldn’t be doing this evaporates into thin air.
Fuck it. I deserve one more orgasm before my wedding. But that’s it. This is the last one for God knows how long.
I guess I better make it count.
I grasp his shirt, pulling him right up against me. With a carnal need, I tug the fabric up his chest as he reaches behind him to pull the collar up and over his head.
I run my hands down his contoured chest and chiseled abs, entranced by every muscle groove forged by hard work, as I try to memorize the feel of him beneath my touch.
Eli’s fingers tug at the fabric of my white blouse until they reach the hem.
With a swift motion, he removes it from my body and tosses it onto the floor beside us.
His fingers wrap around my back, unfastening my bra and letting it fall from my shoulders.
As his lips brush against my neck, he quickly unzips my skirt and then kneels before me, igniting a fire deep within me.
He yanks my black leather skirt down to my ankles and then, just as quickly, slips his thumbs under the lace fabric of my thong, sliding it painfully slowly down my thighs and letting it drop to my ankles.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I step out of my heels and then my clothes, standing naked in front of him.
He looks up at me, a smirk growing on his face. “Are you wet for me, Princess?”
I bite my bottom lip, spreading my legs. “You should probably check.”
Eli’s eyes stay on mine as his hands move up the inside of my thighs. He pushes my legs even farther apart before his fingers trail through my wet slit.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he groans in appreciation, twirling his fingers above my entrance before plunging inside.
My back arches as my eyes shut, my fingers curling into his body.
I love the feeling of him taking control.
I love the feeling of being at his mercy.
I love the way he makes me feel.
Powerful. Beautiful. Wanted.
I love—
“You’re soaked for me, love,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of my leg. “Just the way I like you.”
I whimper in protest as he removes his fingers and rises before me, towering over me.
His eyes darken, taking on an almost onyx hue. “Turn around and place your hands on the glass,” he orders, his voice husky with authority.
I look over my shoulder, seeing hundreds of men and women walking across the floors of the casino.
My stomach twists into tight knots. Nerves swarm around me, preventing me from moving. But there’s something bigger blooming within me. Excitement. The thought of being caught… The idea of being seen being fucked by Eli…
I’ve never been this aroused before.
Slowly, I turn around and glide my hands up the glass, stopping at shoulder height.
I hear Eli unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor.
His chest bears down on my back, which in turn presses my whole naked body against the glass.
I stare down at the patrons and even my security guards, who are gathered beneath us, utterly oblivious to what is going on three floors above them.
Holy fuck.
“You know.” Eli’s hands grip my waist as his lips graze my neck.
“If the light hits just right, someone could see right through this piece of glass and witness you getting thoroughly fucked by me.” A shiver runs over me as the pulse between my legs turns into a thunderous pounding. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I hesitantly nod, suddenly feeling embarrassed by this revelation. What is wrong with me that I would want this?
Eli grips my chin, turning my face toward him. “Don’t be embarrassed with me. Not when I’ll give you everything you desire.” His lips mold to mine, his fingers tightening their hold over me. “But know this, if anyone ever saw you in this state, I would be forced to kill them.”
With one quick move, Eli thrusts himself inside me. A moan escapes between my lips as he fills me, stilling inside me.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, his lips ghosting over the back of my neck.
The floor below us is in a flurry of activity as people walk around, gambling, betting, and chatting.
They have no idea that I’m being fucked right above them.
There’s something so entirely erotic about this.
Eli’s hand slides up my rib cage, over my shoulder, and around my neck, where he squeezes. My pussy pulses with need as he begins to move in a steady rhythm, in and out. Every time he thrusts inside, he hits that special spot inside me. The one that’s making my knees weak and my core throb.
“More,” I breathe, meeting him for each thrust. “I need more.”
His other hand slides between me and the glass, lowering until it ends up cupping my center. Two fingers glide over my clit in smooth circles, over and over again. Faster and faster.
“Yes.” I rest the back of my head against his chest, and the palms of my hands begin to slide down the glass.
“God, you feel so good, love.” His thrusts grow harder and rougher, just the way I like it, as his hand slides down my side and his fingers dig into my hip bone, securing me to him.
He pushes my body to its limit, knowing what I can handle.
Knowing my body better than me. Always giving me everything I need. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
His fingers move with precision over my clit, the orgasm on the precipice of appearing at any second.
“Oh my God.” I reach behind me, gripping his bicep for support.
He hisses as my nails dig into his skin, leaving half-moons behind. His thrusts grow more frantic, his hand maneuvering up my waist, over the side of my breast, and around my neck, squeezing. Black dots begin to line the edge of my vision, amplifying the intensity of every sensation in my body.
“Come for me, Princess.”
“Eli,” I scream, lost in a state of unfiltered pleasure. I unravel against the glass as he loosens his grip around my throat. The orgasm rocks through my center, taking me to heights unknown. Lands never traveled.
This is better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
This is a moment I’ll never forget.
He groans as he thrusts one more time, his body shuddering as he spills inside me.
And that’s when reality hits me like a bucket of ice-cold water.
We didn’t use protection.
Granted, I’m on birth control and have been for years.
But it’s not foolproof.
And after everything that happened a year ago…
The fucking letter…
The ring meant for another woman…
My wedding…
I maneuver my way out from beneath his weight, quickly reaching for my discarded clothes. Eli stands, his chest heaving with so much force as he rests his hands on his hips, staring down at me.
“What’s going on, Madeleine?” he questions, his eyes never leaving me.
I shake my head, zipping up my skirt with a tremble in my fingers, looking away from him. “We shouldn’t have done that.” I feel his cum slide down my leg, adding fuel to the fire.
I need to get out of here.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“Enlighten me.”
“Because we didn’t use protection!” I snap, giving up on tucking in my shirt as my hands go in the air. My chest heaves with each breath I take, fury growing inside me.
How could I be so stupid?
“Shit.” He drags a hand down his face, remorse evident on his features. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I mean, that’s not an excuse, but I lose my head when I’m around you. I…fuck.” He lets out a deep breath, regarding me with so much concern in his eyes. “You’re on birth control, though, right?”
My fingers clench into fists at my side. “And how, may I ask, do you know that?”
“Your health records,” he says as if it should be obvious.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Who the fuck gave you permission to look at my health records?” The only semblance of relief I feel is knowing they don’t include outside hospital visits and only pertain to information from our private doctors on the estate.
“As your bodyguard, it’s my job to know everything about you. I need to be able to take care of you if a situation arises—”
“I don’t need you to take care of me!” I shout, losing my patience.
I can’t believe we just did that.
He bends down to pull up his pants. “I’m clean if that’s the issue. I get tested at every physical. Besides, like I said to you in London, it’s only ever been—”
“That’s not what I’m concerned about!” I take a deep breath, trying but failing to rein in my anger.
“Then talk to me. Tell me what the problem is because we never used condoms before—”
“Forget it, Eli. You’re not the one who has to deal with the consequences. You never are.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Without answering, I finally tuck my shirt back inside my skirt, slide my feet into my heels, and smooth down my hair. I quickly turn and make my way for the door, but just as I wrap my fingers around the handle, Eli’s palm slams against the metal surface.
“This conversation isn’t over,” he states with force, his eyes drilling into me, tearing me apart from the inside out as he tries to read every thought passing through my head.
“Yes, it is.” I shove past him, open the door, and walk out, leaving him behind as he scrambles to get the rest of his clothes on.
Striding down the stairs toward the back exit, I open the door to find Reginald waiting for me.
At the sight of me, a frown appears on his face. “Is everything okay?” he asks, concern tinged in his words.
I swallow hard and force a smile. “Everything is fine. I’d like to go home now.”
“Will Mr. Lyon be joining us?” His eyes dart to the door as if he’s expecting Eli to appear.
“No, he won’t be.”
After I slide into the back seat, Reginald pulls away from the curb. I glance out the back window and see the door crash open and Eli standing there with a thunderous storm brewing in his beautiful eyes.