8 Emeric
Dealing with Chad was a necessary evil, and after Serenity chatted with David and Myla the best decision was to send all three home for the evening to see what to do next.
That upset Myla’s two friends, which sent a crowd to the office demanding answers. Serenity’s skills finally came in handy, and I more or less just sat there while she soothed the concerns of way too many people.
Nothing even happened to Myla. Not here at least. Serenity is the one people should be concerned about.
When the office is finally empty, I shake my head at my co-manager. “He can’t come back here.”
“Stop it,” she snaps, crossing back to her desk. “It’s all more or less hearsay. Myla’s experiences stem from an ex, not Chad. He didn’t do anything.”
After listening to the story of Myla, I can’t say that’s a good thing. “That would be the problem, Doe Eyes. He should’ve stepped in and didn’t. He doesn’t seem to care all that much for safety.”
“You’re just cranky that I didn’t want to stand around with you all night.”
I snort, and she glances up at me. “I didn’t offer. We need to be united on this problem, Serenity. If he’s going to cause issues-”
“If,” she barks. “You don’t know if he will.”
I roll my eyes. “If you want to fuck him, do it without involving every member of the club. I’d recommend staying within the walls of the club for safety, but-”
“I didn’t say I want to fuck him,” she growls, cutting me off. “But it’d be nice if people stopped butting in to what I want to do with my life.”
Frowning, I press my lips together. I seriously doubt whatever her deal is has to do with just tonight, but I don’t want to dig either. She’s emotionally distraught over something, I can see it in her eyes when she finally stops venting and just looks at me. Something’s troubling her and I feel like it’s more than what’s happening with Jo and Vinny, but I’m not close enough to ask her what it is. She’d just get all defensive again.
“Men always think they get to have an opinion on what I do,” she goes on, and I slowly straighten up in my chair. I think I accidentally cracked open a trigger for her. “You’re trying to tell me to stay away from Chad. Chad’s trying to warn me away from you and David.”
“Wait, why David-”
“And my Dad thinks I need to marry some rich little twat so I’m not wandering around single,” she goes on, my concerns getting lost with the rise of her voice. “One bad thing happens to my cousin and he thinks the solution to all our problems is to have me marry someone. I can’t possibly get hurt if I’m married. That would never happen.”
The sarcasm in her voice is thick enough I can almost cut it with a knife. So I jump on the first point I can, trying to diffuse whatever spiral she’s going down. “Your Dad’s trying to marry you off?”
“Yes,” she growls, slamming her bag on the desk. “He’s not particularly concerned with who. He just wants me to live a boring, safe little life.”
I glance at her face, letting my gaze drag across her body, too. Serenity doesn’t dress like she wants “safe and boring.” She isn’t as brazen as Callie or as covered as Anita prefers to be, but she has her own look. It’s definitely fashion forward if the name brands on her bags and clothes are anything to go by. She might be done up like a doll, but she’s more like the haunted jewelry box that’s hiding in your attic than the doll sitting on a shelf.
There’s a fire in her. Way too much to be wasted on some bland little life. She’s ten years younger than me, but her mannerisms and her attitude sometimes make me forget there’s that much of a gap between us.
“Then make it exciting,” I say with a shrug. “Do something for you that no one else can control.”
Something flashes in her eyes, and I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. She not-so-discreetly rubs her thighs together, and I wonder if what happened downstairs is the reason she’s worked up, or if she just likes to argue that much. “That’s not a bad idea.”
“You should know by now, Doe Eyes, I’m full of good ideas.”
The irritation in her gaze reappears, but it disappears quickly when she digs her teeth into her lip. The annoyance quickly shifts to embarrassment and I wonder where her mind has gone. “I… have an idea.”
“Well,” I grumble, leaning back in the chair, “I’m so eager to hear how you’re going to take control of your life.”
She hesitates a moment before walking towards me, her heels clicking on the floor. I watch her approach with half lidded eyes, my brain trying to figure out what new level of hell this is.
Tormenting her downstairs is fun, but it isn’t serious either. Serenity might be fun to roll around in the sheets with, but that could get messy fast if we’re going to be working together for a while still.
She stops in front of me, but instead of staying there she leans forward and grabs the arm of my chair, spinning me so I’m directly facing her. I raise a brow, staring up into her dark brown eyes as I wait for her next move.
Chances are high she’s going to slap me. But her next move makes me question why she didn’t in the first place.
Her lips crash down against mine, her kiss feverish and desperate for something. I’m stunned, unsure how to compare the woman kissing me to the girl who walks around half the time looking uncomfortable and uncertain. They’re like night and day.
Catching her waist in my hands, I debate pushing her back. Her lips feel exceptional against mine, soft and desperate as her hands rip at my shirt. It would be a much better idea to shove her back and stop this now.
Instead, I drag her down on my lap. Unlike my teasing when she was gripping the pole, I can’t control what she feels from me. She’s going to get the full effect of my cock in a few moments whether or not she wants to.
Pinning her to my lap, I release one hip to tangle my hand in her hair, her kisses becoming sloppy. There’s the taste of strawberry on her lips before I feel her hips move, severing all other trains of thought.
She’s going to feel amazing. She’s wearing another flirty skirt so it’ll be easy to reach in and make her feel good. Her hands desperately claw at my shirt, her hips moving again a little awkwardly, before she grabs my hand with one of her own.
When she leans back, her voice is breathy. “Touch me, Emeric.”
I chuckle, turning to kiss along her throat. She’s desperate and needy, which will make her fun to tease. I’m sure the fallout of this will be a nightmare, so I want to enjoy as much of this as I can.
“You’re eager, little one,” I growl at her, and she bites into her lip again. “Don’t rush things-”
“No,” she says, but her voice wobbles this time. I can’t tell if it”s nerves or need. “Please. I need your fingers.”
“Look at you being assertive,” I coo, raising a brow. “But rushing won’t make you feel as good. I’m not going to just bang you in five minutes and be done.”
She whimpers, rocking her hips again. The movement is less awkward now, like she needed to find her groove. “Please. I need you. Just touch me.”
The desperation in her voice makes me think she’s needing a release, so I give in and decide I’ll make her pay for it a little later when she’s under me. I’ll give her one orgasm and make her beg again for the next since she’s so greedy and eager.
Skimming my hand over her ass, I grab the cheek and watch as she hisses through her teeth. “Which part got to you, Doe Eyes? All that dancing, the teasing, or the tension building between us?”
Her teeth dig into her lip again, like she hates the answer. “All?”
I chuckle. “That’s my girl.”
Dragging my hand around to the front of her thigh, I slide it beneath her skirt. Her fingers briefly tighten on my shirt before relaxing, some of the lust in her gaze beginning to fade. For some reason she’s nervous about what she’s asking for.
Briefly, I wonder if all my virgin jokes are true. But she’s literally begging me to touch her, and if she was that innocent she wouldn’t be on top of me demanding what she wants.
I kiss her again, letting my other hand hold her hair once more. Her fingers drag across my chest, nails catching my nipples through the shirt, and I growl into her mouth. Her lips are soft when I drag my tongue across them again, and when she opens up I dive inside.
Her pussy is dripping, and I tease her over some sort of silky thong as she grinds on me. My cock is hard and straining beneath her, and I slip my hand inside her underwear to tease along her lips.
She gasps into my mouth, tightening her hold. Her head fights against the hand in her hair, and I ease up slightly as I glide higher to pinch her clit. “Hard. I want you to finger fuck me hard.”
“You’re in a demanding mood.”
Her eyes meet mine, and there’s no question there. “Hard, Emeric. Drive your fingers into me, please. I need to feel you without mercy.”
Her words go right to my cock, and I’m already imagining laying her down in here and fucking her on every surface. I nearly go slow, deciding to ignore her pleas, but those desperate eyes convince me otherwise.
I notch two fingers just inside her, catching her sharp breath. Shoving deep, I -
There’s a brief moment of resistance before my fingers are deep inside her, and reality slams into me as I jerk my head back from her.
A hymen. She had an intact fucking hymen.
And I just broke it with my goddamn hand.
Serenity goes stiff above me, her hands digging painfully into the sides of my neck. I glare up at her, refusing to move any part of me further in this moment. There’s a tiny bit of pain in her gaze, but the guilt I want to see isn’t there.
I tighten the other hand in her hair until she winces. “You fucking didn’t.”