Chapter 15
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I close her bedroom door and lean back against the cool wood, puffing up my cheeks and blowing out a big breath.
The sweat trickles down the side of my face.
My cock is so hard straining against my zipper, it’s to the point of being painful, which I like.
But it makes it that much harder to walk across the hall and not go back in that room and sink my dick in that tight virgin pussy.
Scrubbing my hands down my face, I take in another big breath and blow it out hissing it through my teeth. Fuck, watching her fall apart in my hands was unlike anything I had ever seen and I've seen a lot of twisted shit in my day.
Her flushed face, the way she whimpered from her swollen lips--the result of my abuse.
Fuck me, those delicious pink lips of hers.
I couldn't stop myself from kissing her.
The gentle brush of her tongue on mine--I couldn't get enough of the taste of her innocence.
Isabella's mouth was like a drug, and I was addicted.
God the way she tasted. So sweet, so innocent.
I was transfixed as I saw a barrage of emotions wash across her face.
Fear and nervousness gave way to apprehension and curiosity, which gradually melted into inquisitiveness and passion.
The final stage was her submission when she let herself go under the guidance of my hand.
I drove her body to succumb to the desire, and I want to do it again, only this time, my cock will be inside her as she grips me tight instead of my fingers.
Her body is perfection. She has a solid frame, muscular legs, and shoulders, all lush curves, and has a softness to it I’ve never experienced.
Her skin was like warm silk. As she came down from her high, I couldn't help myself.
I stroked her tummy and marveled at its warmth and softness of it.
I just wanted to rest my cheek against it.
Pushing away from the door and heading across the hall to my room; I slam the door open and head straight to the shower, tossing my clothes and undressing on my way. I need to release the pressure in my pants.
I hit the bathroom and flip on the light, turn on the shower, stepping under the warm spray. I place one hand on the wall and grip my cock in a tight hold, stroking from root to tip.
My brain plays the image of her cumming on my hand repeatedly. Her green eyes were filled with shock and desire as she looked at me. They came alive under my hand and my mouth as I sucked her hard nipples, kissed her swollen lips, and left my teeth mark on her breast.
I stroke myself faster and grind my teeth together as the images play over in my head. I take my fantasy further and picture my mouth sucking her hard nub in my mouth, flicking her clit till she screams, feeling her explode in my mouth.
My balls draw up and I can feel the pressure run up my cock. I cum so hard I lose my breath. My legs are shaky and I brace my other hand on the wall as I try to catch my breath.
Jesus!
Sucking in some much-needed air I try to slow my ragged breathing as I lather up and step fully under the water, turning it down to let the cold water cool off my heated body as I rinse myself off.
I step out of the shower after finishing, feeling even more confused than when I entered.
I kissed her hard. I couldn’t get enough of her lips, the way she tasted, and how she finally kissed me back with an innocence I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager.
I don't think I've jerked off this hard since I was that age either.
Wrapping a towel around my waist I go to the sink and wipe the steam off the mirror looking at myself with self-loathing. I should have just gone in there and given her shit, but no, I had to go and touch her, push her. Kissing her made me want more.
I snarl and push off the counter, turning off the bathroom light and making my way to my closet. I need to be at the club right now. If I immerse myself in work, get caught up on paperwork, and get out of here, I'll be able to resist the need to go back in there and make us both scream.
I take out my phone. I text Carlos and tell him to prepare the car. I’ll be down in ten minutes. I toss it back on the bed and return to the closet to retrieve my grey suit.
Once I’m dressed and feel more in control of myself, I scoop up my phone from the bed, and my wallet off the dresser before heading out. Opening my door I freeze staring at her closed door, she is only a few feet away.
My dick gets hard and I adjust it in my slacks. Christ, I just jerked off, how can it be hard again?
There are no visible lights on. I take a step closer and listen. There isn’t any sound. A smile spread across my lips and I have a warped sense of pleasure knowing that I wore out my little bunny.
Walking down the hall my steps lighter than when I first came home, I bounce down the stairs, with a satisfied grin on my face.
Carlos is standing near the front door. Gripping his wrist in front of his waist with one hand. He has one eyebrow raised in inquiry, and I can tell he’s concerned as to what happened upstairs.
“Boss?”
“Don’t do it, Carlos.” I keep walking, holding my hand to his face. “No, not right now. I have to be at the club. Check-in and get some work done. Tonight, my brother, I need to clear my mind.”
Nodding his head, he says nothing and opens the door as I head out into the night.
We reach the club, and it’s booming. The familiar scent of vanilla and stale beer assaults my nostrils and I smile as my body relaxes a little. I need this. The familiar territory where I can think and breathe without the smell of Lavender in my nose.
Making my way down the hall, where Carlos is shoving fondling couples and drunkards out of the way. The beat of the music is thumping in my chest, and my body relaxes as I watch the sea of people gyrating to the beat as a collective unit.
I head back behind the bar, lifting the counter and leaning against the ladder. There are five bartenders tonight. Each one is busy mixing and handing out drinks over the bar.
Marcus notices me and hands a towel off his shoulder to a new girl, leaning in to tell her something. She looks back over her shoulder at me and then leans in slightly, their hands grazing as he walks past her toward me.
She watches him walk away over her shoulder, her cheeks flush. She quickly gets back to work once she takes note I’m watching her.
Looks like Marcus has a new toy.
“Office,” I shout and point to the stairs. Marcus nods and follows me as I head around the bar, Carlos is moving bodies out of the way to clear a path for me as we head up.
Once inside, I head to my desk and take off my jacket, wrapping it on the back of the chair. I sit down. Carlos closes the door behind Marcus, the heavy beat of the bar muffled as he makes his way to the chair across from me.
“It’s busy tonight.” I look up at Marcus as I flip my laptop open.
“Yeah, it’s crazy out there for a Tuesday night. Never seen it this busy for a weekday.”
“I’m glad. Shows we are climbing the club ladder. How’s sales this evening?”
“Off the charts. Not just hard liquor, but the top-end stuff is selling tonight. We have a sizeable group of business class, plus a few of the regular organization members are here. I gave them a large booth in the private section.”
That has my mind going. “Which members?”
Marcus looks at Carlos and then back at me.
“Jamison and his crew, as well as Bennett, but he only has his top few guys, plus his security. Why? Should I be worried?”
I shake my head no, “All good, Marcus. Just wanted to know who’s inside the house.”
I dig out my file folder and put it aside. “And Silk? Anyone I should know about?”
“Two of Jamison’s top guys went in, but they are vetted and have all the paperwork. I didn’t think there would be a problem.” He looks apprehensive, darting his eyes between Carlos and me. “Do we have a problem?”
“Which men?” I tap my finger on the desk.
“Charles and Daniel. Why? You’re making me nervous, man. Did I fuck up?”
“No, not at all. Just wanted to know what was going on. By the way, who is the brunette? She new?”
Marcus shifts in his chair and his cheeks turn pink, his hand fists on his thigh.“Cheryl. She got hired a few weeks ago. She’s fantastic, fast learner, and great with customers. Why?”
I can see it written all over his face. He thinks I’m going to take her. I’m not, but I also don’t like the idea of him fucking the staff and getting sexual harassment charges.
“No reason just wanted to know who is under my employ.” Relief washes over his face and he points his thumb over to the door, “Anything else, boss? I’ve got a full house and I need to get back.”
“No, head out. I’ll be in here for a while then head to Silk.” Marcus is almost at the door before I say, “Oh, and by the way, I’m getting married in two weeks, so no need to stress about Cheryl. But be careful there.” I point at him, as his face is a combination of shock and embarrassment.
Giving him a cocky grin. “Last thing I need is more female drama.”
“Married? You’re getting married?” He’s pointing at me.
“Yes. I’ll have a staff meeting once I get back from New York. But for now, just keep it to yourself.”
“Sure thing. Married?” He mumbles, shaking his head as he leaves the office. Carlos closes the door and walks over to drop into Marcus’s empty seat.
“Want me to check out Silk? See what those two are up to?”
“Yeah. I don’t have a good feeling about them in the club. Especially right before the meeting. Check on them and get back to me. I’ll be here for a while. I have to call Chris and Sebastian. I’d like to pass a few things by them tonight.”
Carlos stands up and heads to the door. “I’ll send you a text to let you know what those two assholes are up to.”
“Thanks.” I chuckle as I start the text to my brothers.
An hour later, Christian comes through the door and closes it behind him.