26. Connor
Chapter 26
Connor
What is she playing at? It’s clear that she wants me, but something is holding her back, something related to Chris. Would bringing her to prison to meet her beloved Chris give her closure or destroy her further?
I don’t know. All I know is I can’t stay away from her.
The whole day, I did nothing but watch her, thinking about how to approach this the correct way. But as always, there is no logic when it comes to her. I can’t approach this like some puzzle or code.
My fingers tense, digging into the worn leather of my armchair. I stare at the array of screens, watching Mary with her date over dinner. Every touch sends a wave of jealousy crashing over me, threatening to capsize the boatload of composure I’d managed to salvage thus far.
I’m stuck in this vicious cycle of wanting her and hating myself for it.
Why, Blue?
One minute, she’s gazing at me like I’m her salvation, the next she’s throwing herself at some posh prick in a designer suit. Mary laughs at something her date says, the sound melodic even through the speakers.
Why can’t she look at me like that? What is it about these posh guys that she finds so alluring?
My phone buzzes.
Mary: You’re watching, aren’t you?
She knows?
Connor: Why?
Mary: Just making sure my favorite stalker is paying attention. Because this dinner is not professional…
Connor: Blue. Don’t.
I direct my attention back to the screen. She glances up at the camera, a teasing smile curving her lips, and warmth floods my veins. But then it runs cold as Mary places her phone down, leans over to her date, places his hand on her thigh, and trails her fingers up his arm.
She knows exactly which buttons to push.
I’m out of my seat and grab a towel before heading to my car.
You really wanna play this game, Blue? Fine.
Don’t blame me for what I’ll do next.
I spot them in a secluded corner booth, Mary leaning across the table as she speaks to the guy in hushed tones. Her date’s hand is placed over hers, and rage erupts in my chest like a volcano .
No one touches her. No one but me.
“Milton. Fancy meeting you here,” she says as I approach.
The guy glances between us, brow furrowing. “Do you two know each other?”
“Yes,” I say.
Mary smirks. “Connor is the security consultant my father hired to upgrade our systems. He’s been keeping a very close eye on things.”
I ignore him completely, focusing all my attention on Mary. “We need to talk. Now.”
“I’m a little busy at the moment.”
I brace my hands on the table. She shrinks back against the seat, her breath catching, and triumph surges through me. She can pretend all she wants, but she knows exactly who she belongs to.
“You have one minute to end this, or I’m doing it for you,” I say.
Her eyes flash with anger, but beneath it, I sense her arousal, feel it resonating with my own. She wants this as much as I do. She wants me to do this. Claim her.
“You can’t order me around,” she says.
“Fifty-five seconds.” I cross my arms.
“And then what? You’re gonna drag me out of here?” Mary asks.
“Is he your brother or something?” The posh guy points at me .
I ignore the guy completely. “Thirty seconds.” My sole focus is Mary.
Her blue eyes flash with a challenge that awakens something primal within me. “What’s the towel for?”
“You’re going to find out soon enough.” I place it one table away.
“Mary, who the hell is this guy?” he asks.
She ignores him, eyes locked on mine. I can see the gears turning in her head, debating whether to challenge me further. She has no idea how close I am to snapping.
“Ten seconds,” I say through gritted teeth.
The fool sitting across from her darts his eyes between us.
Five seconds left. The entire restaurant seems to fade away until there’s only Mary and me left in the world. Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. My groin tightens.
“Time’s up,” I growl.
Mary’s eyes narrow. “And what—”
I don’t give her time to argue and tap on my phone.
The sprinklers burst to life, drenching us.
Her date sputters in outrage, grabbing the napkin to shield himself, but it’s too late. His expensive suit is already soaked through, and in all seriousness, what would a simple napkin help?
Mary glares at me, water dripping down her face and plastering her dress to her body. But there’s a challenge in her eyes, and the corner of her mouth quirks up.
I tap on my phone again, and the sprinklers stop .
Her date grabs her arm. “We’re leaving.”
Daring her to choose him over me, I hold out the towel.
“You should go.” She grabs it. “I’ll handle things from here.”
“You’re staying with him?” he asks.
“Yes.” Her eyes never leave mine. “I am.”
Good girl.
With an indignant huff, he storms off, leaving us alone.
“What the hell was that?” she asks.
“You wanted to play games,” I say. “It was my turn.”
“You can’t just do that. What about all the people?”
“I don’t care about the other people.”
“The whole restaurant is ruined.”
“They’ll be fine.”
“What?”
“Look around.” I chuckle as she scans the other tables and realizes we’re the only ones drenched.
I’m not that irresponsible.
A waiter rushes to us with a towel in hand. “Miss, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how this happened. There must be some malfunction. I’ll call the technician right away.”
She takes the second one, glaring at me.
“I’ll bring another one for you, Sir.”
“No need. We’ll go upstairs to our room.”
The waiter bows and walks away.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Yes, my methods might be unconventional, but you provoked it. ”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Yes, you are. Because the only place you’re going tonight is with me.” I grab her arm, half-dragging her through the restaurant, ignoring the stares of curious bystanders. The anticipation building inside me is intoxicating, blotting out all reason and restraint.
By the time we make it to the elevator, she’s shivering.
I take off my jacket. “Here.”
“No.” She holds up her hands. “Just hug me.”
“I got a better idea.” I hit the button for the 6th floor, and as soon as the doors are closed, I kiss her.
Mary shoves at my chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, crowding her against the wall. “Are you still cold?”
She sucks in a sharp breath, chest heaving against mine. I duck my head and run my nose along her neck, breathing in her scent.
“This isn’t right,” she protests weakly.
“No, it’s not.” I nip at her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan. “But that’s what makes it so fun, isn’t it?”
She turns her head to the side, baring the long line of her throat. I trace my tongue down to the hollow at its base, and she whimpers.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this. I know your father doesn’t mind.”
When she remains silent, I grin against her skin .
“That’s what I thought.” I release her wrists and grip her thighs, hoisting her up to wrap her legs around my waist.
Her hands trail up my chest and close around my neck, scratching my nape. She hauls me down to her, kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. My hands roam over her wet dress, squeezing and caressing.
“Still think you’re in control here?” I ask.
She shakes her head, eyes closed.
“Good.” I draw back to look at her, taking in her kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks. She’s breathtaking like this, trembling with need and desire.
My fingers reach her slick core. Fuck.
“Tell me you did this for me,” I say.
“What?”
“You’re not wearing any underwear.”
Her cheeks flush. “I…”
“Tell me.”
Her fingers twist in my hair as I plunge two fingers inside her, hot and slick and ready for me.
She cries out, the sound echoing in the small space. “For you. It’s for you.”
“Good girl.” I withdraw my fingers and lift her higher on the railing. Then I free my cock and nudge her entrance with the tip.
The elevator doors slide open, and with that, Mary’s eyes, too, panic flashing across her features. “Connor? ”
“I’m not done with you.” I pin her in place with my body, blocking the view from outside. “You’re mine, Mary. No one else can have you.” Inch by inch, I impale her with my cock.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and her lips part in a silent moan.
The doors begin to close, but I wedge my foot between them. We’re out of sight for now, hidden in this small space, but anyone could walk in and discover us at any moment.
Danger thrills in my veins.
I fuck Mary harder, rougher, chasing that sweet edge of oblivion. Her nails scrape at my shoulders through the fabric of my jacket, and I wish the material weren’t there, longing for her touch to reach my skin.
She tears her mouth from mine, panting. “Connor, please.”
“Shh.” I lick the shape of her collarbone, nipping at the delicate skin. “You’ll come for me like a good girl, won’t you?”
She whimpers, nodding frantically. I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter and clench around me, the telltale sign she’s close.
I reach between us to rub tight circles over her clit. “That’s it, Blue. Show me you’re mine.”
She stiffens in my arms, a broken cry escaping her as she shatters around me, and I silence her with a kiss.
Seconds or Minutes tick by.
Breathless, I lean my forehead against hers. She’s still trembling in the aftermath, soft little aftershocks running through her .
“You okay?” I don’t know why, but I’m always scared to overdo it with her. Scare her away.
Her lips curve into a smile, soft and sated. “I knew it would work.”
I keep Mary’s legs around me, my cock still inside her but obscured through her long dress. She clings to me, her head resting on my shoulder. No one sees us as I walk down the empty hotel corridor, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps. After this I have to make sure the footage disappears.
At the door to our room, I swipe the key card through the lock and push through the door, slamming it behind us and pinning her against the hardwood. My mouth claims hers again as my hands roam lower, squeezing her ass. She moans and arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I let her down. “Take the dress off.”
She reaches behind her back, unzips the dress, and lets it pool at her feet.
Fuck.
She’s flawless. Perfect. And she’s mine.
I stalk towards her, shrugging off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt along the way. Her gaze follows my every movement, pupils blown wide with lust.
“You know. The last time I was in a hotel room, I had a sex dream about you,” she blurts out. “It felt so real.”