Chapter 9 #2
“I have tests done every three months. My last one was three weeks ago, and I’m good to go.” I lift an eyebrow at her.
“I hadn’t had sex in a year, but—”
I toss the condom over my shoulder and roll her beneath me.
“No more condoms,” I say against her lips, giving her time to speak up, but she doesn’t.
No, my girl tugs my lips down to hers and wraps her legs around my hips in invitation.
And when I sink into her, I know without a doubt that I’ve never felt anything this good.
“Jesus, baby,” I whisper, holding still, fully seated. “Fuck. This is a first for me, and fuck.”
She tightens, and I see stars.
“Can I ride you?” she asks.
“Fuck yes, you can,” I growl and change our positions, rolling once more, and she immediately starts to move, her hips circling as she braces herself on my chest and fucks me. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
Her auburn hair hangs around her shoulders, her tits bounce, and her plump lips hang open as she watches me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“You hit the perfect spot,” she groans, chasing her climax. “God, it’s too good.”
“No such thing.” I boost up so I can suck one nipple into my mouth, rolling her piercing with my tongue, and she cries out as she comes around me, her pussy rippling, and fuck, she’s going to pull me with her again. “So goddamn perfect.”
There’s no holding back. I push up into her, coming so hard that it starts to seep out around me, and this perfect woman reaches down to swipe her finger through it, over the shaft of my cock, and then pushes her finger into her mouth.
“Jesus, Savage.”
“Mmm.” She grins, and I know that there’s no going back for me. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
She’s mine.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her and hug her to me, burying my face in her neck. Her fingers dive into my hair, and we sit like this for a long minute, holding each other.
“I like your hair,” she whispers.
“Your hair is what fucking dreams are made of. You’re a siren, Violet.”
She laughs and pushes back so she can smile at me. “You say pretty things.” Her face sobers, and she swallows hard. “And I have to go.”
“Where the fuck do you have to be?”
She nibbles on her lip. “I—”
She looks like she wants to say something, but then she shakes her head.
“You can tell me anything, you know.”
“No.” She pushes her hands through my hair again, making me want to purr. “I can’t. And I really do have to go.”
“I want to take you home with me. Sleep with you without the aid of pharmaceuticals.”
She flinches. “Never gonna let me live that down, huh?”
“No way. Come home with me, Savage.”
She wants to. I can see it in her eyes. “I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Either.” She shrugs. “Both. But I had fun tonight.”
Why does she make it sound like this is the only night we’ll have?
Because fuck that.
“Good. I’ll pick you up for breakfast tomorrow.”
She laughs and shakes her head, lifts herself off me, and walks into the en suite bathroom to clean herself up.
I’m not kidding. I have half a mind to throw her over my shoulder, wrap a towel around her ass—because I’m suddenly feeling possessive and don’t want every fucker in this club to see what’s mine—and take her home.
But I don’t just want tonight with her. I’m in this for the long haul, so I’ll play it however she needs me to. Even though I want to just move her into my penthouse tonight.
Even if it’s killing me.
Christ, I’m not good with feelings.
Violet comes out of the bathroom, her dress back in place and her smile uncertain.
And there’s no way my girl will ever be uncertain with me.
So, I frame her face and kiss her softly, brushing my lips back and forth over hers.
“I should get some sleep,” she whispers.
“I’ll put you in a car.”
She frowns, but I shake my head. “You’re independent as fuck, and I respect the hell out of it, but let me get you home safely, Savage.”
She swallows hard and gives me a little nod. I quickly dress and then lead her out of the room, into the playroom, where the night is still young, and through the lounge to the elevator.
Once inside, I drape my arm over her shoulders and call Diego.
“Boss.”
“I need a car out front now to take Violet home.”
“On it.”
I hang up and glance down to find her watching me.
“Just like that?” she asks.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m the boss. They do what I say.”
She blows out a breath and then nods. “Okay.”
The Range Rover is waiting out front when we walk out, and Diego himself is standing by the back door. When he sees us, he opens the door for her and nods once as she passes.
I wait for her to slide in, then pull the seat belt across her and kiss her as I secure it.
“This is Diego, he’s my second in command, and I trust him implicitly to get you home safe.”
“Okay,” is all she says, still watching me with sober eyes, as if it’s starting to sink in how powerful I am.
“Sleep well, Savage.”
She smiles, and I close the door and watch Diego drive away. When they turn out of sight, I go back inside and straight up to Rome’s penthouse, where everyone’s still hanging out.
“I like her,” Lulu informs me with a bright smile. “Put a ring on it and let us be her besties already.”
Natasha and Scarlett both nod, and I can’t help but laugh.
I love these women and how welcoming, how fucking good, they are, despite the world we live in.
“Yeah, well, she’s making me work for it.”
“That makes me like her even more,” Scarlett says. “Good for her.”
Suddenly, my phone starts ringing, along with Rome’s, Carson’s, and Julian’s as well.
Julian answers and his eyes darken.
“We have to go.”