Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Maia
“Max, long time no see!” Blaine beamed.
The man stood, offering a handshake. “Porter, good to see you. I’m surprised Killian’s not around to keep an eye on you. Finally got a chance to slip away, huh?”
The backhanded joke carried a bite, but Blaine only smiled, shrugging as he pulled away and motioned me to sit. His hand guided mine until I sank into the seat beside him.
“Only way I’d be able to meet with you. Can you blame me?”
Maxwell chuckled, puffing on his cigar. One of the women returned with whiskeys on the rocks. Blaine took one, sipping lazily. I declined politely, my eyes scanning the room.
Maxwell had one guard.
Blaine? At least three. Odd. He usually kept to a minimum. Why the extra muscle tonight?
His palm landed on my knee, thumb brushing slow circles. My eyes flicked down, then back up, just in time to see Maxwell watching us a little too closely.
“And who might this lovely lady be?” His curiosity sounded casual, but his stare lingered.
Blaine’s smile widened, his thumb tightening against my skin. “This is Maia. She’s… my associate.”
“Your associate…” Maxwell chuckled, eyes dragging down my figure. His gaze was nothing compared to Blaine’s, but it still made my skin prickle.
Clearing my throat, I offered him a polite smile. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Vanderbilt.”
“On the contrary, Maia… the pleasure’s all mine,” he replied, raising his glass in a mock toast before draining it.
Blaine’s grip on my knee tightened, just slightly. His expression, however, stayed calm.
“So, Max,” Blaine cut in smoothly, “let’s get down to business. I need a final price on how much you want for the rig.”
Maxwell sighed, handing his empty glass to one of the women draped nearby. “Told you before, Porter. It’s priceless. Practically a family heirloom.”
“That doesn’t exactly align with your actual profitability margins,” Blaine countered, voice still easy.
Maxwell’s jaw ticked. “Regardless of profit, I’d think you’d understand the sentimental value. For the Vanderbilts, it’s more than numbers.”
Blaine tilted his head, smile sharp. “Father Vanderbilt must’ve passed it down for that very reason. But I’m sure both of you know… sentimental value doesn’t pay the bills.”
Maxwell chuckled humorlessly, crossing one leg over the other. “Humor me, Porter. What do you know about running an oil rig?”
Blaine’s lips curved into a mocking grin. “Not a damn thing. But I do know I’ve got the money to hire someone competent enough to do it for me… Better than just leaving it in your hands, wouldn’t you agree?”
“God, you’re almost as arrogant as Killian. The answer is no.”
Blaine leaned back, casual as ever. “Seven hundred fifty million.”
My mouth went dry. The room froze. Even the women hovering nearby stilled, eyes darting between them.
Maxwell’s face turned red, fury radiating off him. Blaine didn’t blink.
“What game are you playing, Blaine?” he seethed.
“I’m not playing any games, Maxwell. I know you’ve had offers… pathetic ones compared to what you think it’s worth. I’m giving you something different: an offer you can’t refuse.”
“You’re out of your fucking mind.”
Blaine, clearly done, rose to his feet and extended a hand to me. The moment I slipped my fingers into his, he drew me against his side, his arm wrapping firmly around my waist.
His voice dropped, lethal and final.
“Make your decision soon. If not, I’ll find another kid drowning in Daddy’s shadow and buy them out instead. But I know you’ll come to your senses soon enough.”
“Soon enough, huh? You know, Porter, your streak of always getting what you want won’t last forever.”
“Is that so?” Blaine’s smile sharpened. “Funny… considering you’re the one surrounded by women, and yet the only one you couldn’t keep your eyes off of… is mine.”
Shock fluttered through me, but I stilled my expression as Maxwell’s glare burned into us.
Blaine just chuckled, smug as ever, as he led me away, guards falling into step behind us. “See you around, Max.”
Once outside, the night air cool against my skin, I glanced at Blaine as his grip around my waist tightened.
“I assume I was good enough eye candy for the night, hmm?”
“Too damn good. He wouldn’t take his fucking eyes off you.” His voice was low, nearly a growl. A playful smile tugged at my lips. “You find my jealousy amusing, Sunshine?” he asked, tilting my chin up with his hand.
“Of course I do, Mr. Porter. You invited me. Whatever plan you had to secure the deal worked, but instead of celebrating your oil rig—”
“Two,” he cut in smoothly. “And when he accepts the deal formally, three.”
I rolled my eyes. “Instead of celebrating three oil rigs, you’re upset because your sugar baby got too much attention. Childish, don’t you think?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, voice rough. “But can you blame me? You captivated the entire room.”
“And yet, despite that, I’m stuck with you.”
His hand shifted from my chin to grip my jaw possessively. “You bet you fucking are.”
Then his mouth was on mine… hot, insistent, claiming. His lips moved with a hunger that stole the air right from my lungs. My fingers tangled in his thick hair, tugging just enough to draw a low groan from him.
His other hand slid down to my ass, fingers digging in possessively before he hiked my leg up against his hip. The motion dragged me flush against him, my back pressing into the cold brick of the wall while his broad chest caged me in.
I gasped into his mouth, the shock of the rough surface behind me making me shiver while his tongue pushed deeper, tasting me like he had every right to. The world around us blurred into nothing.
He kissed like a man starved, like he’d been holding back all night and finally snapped.
Each roll of his hips ground me tighter against the wall, the thick outline of his cock pressing hard against my clit through the thin barrier of lace.
My panties were already soaked, my body twitching with overstimulated need.
A whimper escaped me. It was pathetic, desperate, helpless. His answering growl vibrated against my lips, feral and possessive, sending sparks straight through my veins.
His fingers dug harder, his grinding sending shivers to my core as he cooed. My clit throbbed from the friction, my thighs quivered around his. My panties clung, slick and ruined, every needy shift of his body wringing another helpless moan from my lips.
My nails scraped down the back of his neck, desperate for more. It was reckless. Shameless. The kind of kiss that screamed possession, that warned every pair of eyes passing by that I wasn’t available. I was his.
I doubted either of us cared who saw; his broad chest pressed against mine, caging me in, was all I could focus on.
A throat cleared. We finally broke away, both of us panting, and looked over to find the valet standing a few feet away, cheeks blazing red.
“Y-Your car is ready for you, Mr. Porter,” he stammered.
Blaine plucked the keys from his hand, giving him a casual pat on the back, as if he hadn’t just been dry-fucking me against the wall.
Mortified, I hid behind my hair, tugging Blaine toward the car while he clearly got a kick out of my embarrassment. On second thought… maybe I did care about conducting rather graphic displays of affection in public.
“You’re so adorable when you’re flustered, Sunshine,” he drawled, opening the passenger door for me.
“And you’re absolutely insane. Take me home.” I pouted, sliding inside.
He sighed, shut the door, and circled to his side. But the second he pulled out, I groaned—he wasn’t heading toward my apartment. He was driving in the opposite direction, straight toward his penthouse.
“Mr. Porter, I asked you to take me home,” I snapped.
His hand landed on my bare thigh before I could say another word. My breath hitched as his fingers trailed higher, slow and deliberate.
“Blaine…” My whisper broke into a gasp when his finger found my clit through the damp lace. Any rational thought told me to shove his hand away, but instead my head fell back against the seat, my body betraying me as he toyed with me almost lazily.
“What was it you asked me, Sunshine?” he coaxed, voice like smoke. “Say it like you mean it this time…”
His touch grew firmer, pushing my panties aside. My lips parted to beg… when his phone lit up the dash. The name Lucifer flashed across the screen.
Blaine sighed, annoyance dripping from him as he answered, sliding a finger deep into my aching core in the same breath.
“Killian, I’m busy,” he bit out, his tone sharp even as his fingers moved slow and deliberate inside me.
I clutched the leather seat, trembling, biting my lip hard to hold back the desperate sounds threatening to spill out. My body writhed under his hand while he conducted business like nothing at all was happening.
Every stroke of his fingers dragged me deeper, unraveling me until my brain was mush, my nerves raw and exposed.
God, this man was going to be the death of me. Where was my resilience? The disciplined woman who once brushed off advances, who held power even when men tried to buy her with money or attention? Gone.
She didn’t exist anymore. Not when Blaine Porter’s hand was between my thighs.
Not when my hips betrayed me, lifting shamelessly into his touch like I was begging for it, like I was some desperate little bitch in heat.
Fuck, with the way my pussy clenched around his fingers I might as well have been.
Killian’s dry voice filtered through the Bluetooth speakers. “Busy enough to spend seven hundred and fifty million in one night, I see?”
Blaine didn’t flinch. He just pressed another finger inside me, stretching me, making me choke back a cry as I clenched helplessly around him. I nearly shattered right there in the passenger seat.
“So he accepted the offer,” Blaine replied smoothly, like he wasn’t knuckle-deep inside me, like he wasn’t rubbing tight circles over my swollen clit.
“He did. I’d think you’d be more enthusiastic about acquiring a new asset,” Killian muttered.
I could barely process the words… new asset, oil rigs, contracts. All of it was fading. All I could think was, More, more, more, more, more, God, I need more.
My thighs trembled uncontrollably, my head tipped back, hair sticking to the sweat beading at my temple. My world narrowed to Blaine’s hand and the ruthless way he played me like an instrument only he knew how to use.
The car slid into the garage, the quiet click of the gear shift bringing me back down to earth. Then Blaine ripped his hand away. I whimpered as I watched him lift his glistening fingers to his mouth.
He licked them slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on mine. My body burned hotter. Before I could breathe, he shoved those same fingers between my lips, pushing past my tongue until I gagged softly around them. My moan vibrated against his skin, shameless.
As my mouth was full of him, his other hand slid right back to my cunt, finding me soaked and trembling.
“Forgive me,” he said easily, voice smooth as silk, like he wasn’t destroying me in the passenger seat. “But I’m a bit occupied with something more important.”
I could only stare at him, wide-eyed, sucking his fingers like a good girl…
like his good girl while his other hand plunged back into me.
Two fingers, perfect and merciless, curling until they found that spot that made my whole body convulse.
My thighs shook, my spine arched, and still he held me in place, his eyes steady on mine, daring me to come undone around him.
My legs shook, my stomach clenched, my face burning hot as the sloppy, wet sounds poured from my weeping pussy. Every thrust of his fingers wrung another wet slap, another humiliating reminder of how ruined I was for him.
The leather beneath me was damp with my slick, my thighs trembling as more dripped down between them, obscene and sticky.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but twitch helplessly around his fingers, my body giving him everything while my mind melted into nothing but whimpers and need.
“Glad to see you taking a bit more initiative, Blaine, keeping your focus on what’s important,” Killian droned through the car speakers, completely oblivious.
Blaine chuckled low, his fingers still buried in me, his gaze locked on mine while I trembled under his grip. “You have no idea,” he muttered, silky with double meaning.
The call clicked off, and finally he pulled his hand from my throat. I collapsed against the seat, gasping for air, trembling, only to watch him bring those slick fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact.
“You’re—” I panted, shaking my head, words slurring in my daze. “…absolutely insane.”
He only shrugged, leaning closer, his lips brushing mine as his breath ghosted hot against my mouth.
“And you,” he whispered, voice velvet and lethal, “taste absolutely delicious, Sunshine.”
Then he kissed me, deep and claiming, not giving me a chance to catch my breath as if he intended to keep me dizzy, melting, ruined for anyone else.
God, why did he have to be so annoyingly sexy?