House of Love
Vera
One hour later
“Interesting place, sweetheart,” Alistair remarked as we stepped into our room at the Casa de Amor.
“I thought you’d like it,” I whispered, peppering his masculine jaw with hot kisses.
“You are a woman of mystery, love,” he drawled, breaking away from me. “Did you come here with a former lover?”
“That’s my secret to keep,” I responded with a coy smile.
Julian once mentioned Casa de Amor, dropping hints about some secret deal with a mystery woman.
All I knew… she was loaded, and she covered his debts in exchange for, well, him.
Sapphire had no idea, but that mess was Julian’s to clean up, not mine.
Enough about my brother, because tonight was about me.
Right outside Lester Harbor, Casa de Amor was a secluded sex motel that charged by the hour and offered a special overnight rate.
Each room housed a jacuzzi, mirrors, and televisions with porn channels.
Some rooms were bondage-themed, while others were furnished with disco lights and dance poles.
Our room featured a ceiling mirror above our bed and a vinyl-coated bondage horse.
Next to it, there was a small table with rope to be used on the apparatus’s sturdy rings for bondage. A leather flogger lay next to the rope.
“What the heck is that?” Alistair’s eyebrows shot up as he loosened his grip on me.
“It’s a bondage horse,” I replied, slowly unzipping the back of my dress. “Once I’m in position, I want you to spank me. Feel free to use the flogger.”
“I need a minute,” he said in a panicked tone. He broke away from me, took a step back, and placed his hands in his pockets.
I bit my lip and played with my dress, exposing my black lace bra. “We can skip the horse this time. If you feel unsure about this, we can leave.” I touched his arm, but he didn’t respond.
I was about to zip up my dress and walk away when Alistair seized my waist. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks as he gyrated his pelvis into mine. “You’re mine tonight, sweetheart,” he murmured, thrusting his hardness against my body.
“Yours, hmm?” I toyed with his shirt collar, feeling the heat of his face rubbing against mine.
“Goddamn, woman. Kiss me,” he whispered as his perfect aquiline nose touched mine.
I shut my eyes and crashed my mouth against his, letting his tongue slip in and completely wreck me. I breathed him in… warm, minty, addictive… savoring every second. One kiss, and I was his.
Oh, God.
It was damn good. His mouth claimed mine, hungry, hot, like he was breathing through me. Like he needed me to live.
Then our eyes locked.
And something snapped.
Emotion surged, raw, unbearable. I saw too much. Want. Need. A flicker of something terrifying: hope.
My body jolted.
Not from fear. From feeling.
I pulled back, not to play games, but because I needed air. That wild, hungry rush burned on my lips as I darted for the door, adrenaline surging. This wasn’t just a tease. It was real, intense enough to scare me.
“Vera,” he called, sprinting after me. “Don’t leave.”
I turned to face him, teeth sinking into my lip. “That kiss got to me. More than I expected.”
“Then let’s get real. Let’s go deeper.” His green eyes pinned me in place. “Take me. Taste me.” He reached for my hand, voice dropping. “Come on. Trust me.”
I took Alistair’s hand, gravitating back to him. My fingers traced the strength in his shoulders, the firmness of his chest, and the details of every vein and muscle that created his powerful arms. He grabbed my buttocks, pressing my pelvis against his hardened groin.
“Wanna continue our kiss?” he murmured into my ear.
“Yeah.” I nodded, taking in the heat of his lips again.
Maybe I’d traded my soul for his with one shaky breath, one skipped heartbeat, and a kiss that left me starving. I finally broke away, pulse racing, skin flushed and alive. That was hands-down the most intoxicating moment of my life and it was with the city’s most notorious player.
I was ready.
I wanted to be with Alistair.
His eyes shifted from angelic enchantment to sinful delight. “You know, Vera, I would have kept hunting you if you ran away.”
“You’re dangerous,” I said, tracing his chiseled cheekbones. “Still, I’m willing to take a chance.”
Forget caution, I went straight for his belt, unbuckling it with hungry fingers while guiding his hands to the zipper on my dress. One pull and my clothes slipped to the floor, leaving me bare and burning for him.
“I’m impulsive,” Alistair murmured, nipping at my earlobe, his tongue teasing my skin. “You have no idea how much I want you. Tell me, do you want me just as bad?”
I nodded, lips parting as his thumb traced over them, then dipped inside. I closed around it, sucking, tasting salt and heat, watching his eyes darken with every slow pull.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he groaned, his thumb pressing deeper inside my mouth before he slid it out. He crushed his lips to mine, hot and demanding, then paused, breath mingling with mine as the tension built.
“What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”
“Trust. And yours?”
“Fire. Take your bra and your panties off,” Alistair commanded, spanking my ass cheek. I felt the sharp sting of his stiff fingers leave red marks on my skin.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whispered, popping open his shirt buttons one by one. “You planning to fuck me tonight, or just tease?”
“As long as we play it safe.” He fished a condom from his pocket and threw it on the circular bed. He removed his Oxford shoes, dark wool socks, and tailored pants, placing them neatly near the jacuzzi.
I kicked off my dress, heels, and stockings in quick succession, leaving nothing but a barely-there bra and the tiniest thong.
“Want to help me out of this?” Alistair teased, shrugging his open shirt down to reveal dark blue boxers clinging to his hips.
I let my eyes roam over his chest, all lean muscle narrowing to a wickedly tight waist. The ridges of his abs looked carved, every line begging to be touched. Twirling a lock of hair, I grinned. “Damn, I could legit do my laundry on those abs.”
“Vera,” Alistair warned, “you’re a very naughty girl.”
“Why’s that, Mister Scott?” I asked, snaking my hand down his cotton boxers. Bingo. I felt a hard cock, only to have my fingers removed and smacked.
“I asked you to take your bra and panties off, and you didn’t listen. Get rid of them. Now,” Alistair grabbed his belt from his pants, bundled it up, and shifted his pose. He slapped the belt on his other palm to signal what was coming if I didn’t behave.
I tilted my head to one side, laughed softly, and removed my bra.
“Fuuck. You’re stunning.” Alistair shook his head, smirking. “I haven’t seen a pair of natural tits like these for a while.”
We paused, eyes locked, heat crackling between us. The look he gave me was pure hunger.
“Your tits are incredible. Your dark nipples are big enough to suck on,” he remarked, stepping closer. “Let me touch them.” He threw his belt on the bed and weighed my breasts in his hands, kneading them.
His thumbs rubbed my nipples, tight and taut. “So ripe for the picking,” he drawled.
A moan slipped out as he nipped at my neck and rolled my nipple between his fingers. His mouth closed around it, sucking hard, sending sparks straight through me. His free hand yanked off my thong and found my clit, rubbing slow and deep until I gasped, body lighting up with want.
“So delicious,” he breathed against my nipple, then suckled hard.