22. Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Lucy
Oh my fucking god .
Dax’s ample build was poised tight across the table from me. The dark, perfectly pressed shirt and pants fit his athletic figure like a glove. His dark hair curled across his forehead, the warm gleam of the light striking fire across those deep blue irises.
His expression sent electricity fleeting through my blood. The whiskey took off the edge so that my insides were buzzing with warmth, but the fervor that radiated off the last words he asked me lowered my inhibitions more than the alcohol.
You already went this far, Lucy, how much more damage could you do? Probably a lot…
Screw it.
“What if I say yes?”
Dax gripped the edge of the table, his jaw tense but his voice smooth.
“Then I’ll come over there and fuck you right here on this table.
” Dax drew a slow swig from his glass. “But I have to warn you, Luce. If I do, then there’s no going back.
I won’t be able to restrain myself. I will make you mine so deeply I’ll ruin you for every other man on this planet.
You can try, but you will never find someone who fucks you like I will.
It will feel like you never even had a choice, and you won’t care. I will destroy you.”
I swallowed, my throat bobbing with anticipation. “And if I say no?” My heartbeat pounded against my ribcage.
He looked at me for another long moment. “Then I’ll go to my bedroom alone tonight, and we’ll never talk about this again.”
The smart thing would have been to tell him to fuck off and go our separate ways. However, the logical part of me was nowhere in this room with us. It was back in San Francisco, along with every other problem tearing my life apart.
Heat flared in Dax’s eyes when I found myself involuntarily biting my lip again. “You looked so hot with those lips wrapped around my cock the other night.” Fire lit his tongue. “What’ll it be, Luce? Do you really want to know what being mine feels like?” He leaned back in his chair, surveying me.
The slight spark of fear that came over my emotions was quickly diluted by the seductive pull at my core. “You won’t hurt me,” I told him. “Not after you’ve gone through all this trouble to keep me safe.”
Was I convincing him, or myself?
Dax stood and walked around the table behind me.
My skin pebbled with goosebumps as he leaned close, his hand resting against the table in front of me.
With his other, he swept a swath of my hair to the side, and his breath fanned across the sensitive area on the back of my neck.
I felt the feather-light brush of his lips against it, and his tongue trailed a hot line up my jaw to my ear.
“I don’t know how much clearer I can make it, Lucy.
I will stand between you and any man, creature, or machine that can cause you harm.
” His hand grazed across my neck, fingers wrapping around the column of my throat.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to destroy you.
Break you into a million pieces only I can put back together.
You’re going to be nothing but a disaster of my own making.
And you’ll love every fucking second of it. ”
“Dax…please,” I choked lightly against his grasp on my neck, the small loss of air sending a throbbing wave of heat down my body.
He pulled his lips from my ear. “Yes or no, Luce?” he whispered.
A shiver rippled down my body. “Yes.” It wasn’t more than a breath. I made my choice.
He moved his hand roughly down to my chest and pinched my nipple through my dress. I gasped from the sensation more than the sudden flow of oxygen to my lungs. “Yes, what?” he growled against my ear.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I gritted out through my teeth, unable to contain the snark. Dax pinched my other nipple this time, harder. I inhaled sharply as he tormented it between his thumb and middle finger, sending a bite of pain and a slew of pleasure through my nervous system.
“Do I sound like I’m kidding, Luce?” he demanded as he ravaged my breast, angling his face down to my collarbone and sucking on the skin there, eliciting a throaty moan of pleasure from my lips.
His hand traipsed down the front of the dress, pressing the soft fabric into my skin.
It trailed down my hip to the slit of my exposed leg.
“Yes, what, baby?” He toyed with the hem of the dress, sporadically climbing high to brush against the lace of my underwear, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
“Yes, Chef.” My breathy sigh was swallowed by the sinful chuckle that came from Dax’s throat. His lips crashed down on mine, his tongue prodding them open ferociously. Desire pooled low and aching in my stomach as his mouth devoured mine, moving against me with the heat of a thousand suns.
His touch tormented my inner thigh, moving in slow figure eights, climbing higher with every pass.
The kiss became desperate, burning. I whimpered against his lips as I felt a finger graze the lace trim of my underwear.
He inhaled a sharp breath as he stroked it across my center through the fabric, feeling the dampness of my arousal pooling there.
Slowly, tortuously, he dipped his finger underneath the lace.
I gasped as the single digit circled the swollen bud of my clit.
“Fuck…” he snarled.
My eyes rolled back as he continued to torment me, a wild pulse of desire building deep in my core.
He groaned as he inched his finger further down until it slid to my entrance.
My arousal was obvious as he inserted it slowly, deeply inside of me.
I was so wound up, I thought I was going to crumble on the spot.
He pumped in and out slowly, each stroke adding pressure to the impending orgasm that was gathering.
My hips rolled against his hand. Then he promptly pulled out of me, leaving me gasping for air in the chair.
His cobalt eyes burned icy fire into mine.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the moment I met you.
” In a flash of movement, he took me by the waist, hauling me out of the chair.
He swiped the porcelain plates and glassware off to the side of the table with an ear-shattering clash, jerking me flush against him, wrapping my hair in his hand.
He spun us around and pulled me against him, the low cut of my dress exposing my back to the ridges of his chest. My nerves spasmed as I felt the hard bulge tenting his pants against my ass, and I resisted the urge to grind against him.
With one hand still grasping my hair, he used his other to slide down my body. I shuddered.
“Have you thought about what fucking me would be like, too? How it would feel with my cock deep inside that tight, wet pussy of yours?” His voice was guttural, sending pure need shooting through my core as he ripped the dress over my head, exposing me in nothing but my soaked underwear.
My nipples peaked. Dax guided me against the table with his hand wrapped around my hair, his other gripped tight to my hips with a bruising grip.
His touch traveled up the length of my spine, pressing my bare skin against the grooves and grains of the wood, my ass arching with the curve of my back. “Yes,” I rasped, lifting my hips from the table slightly to meet his hard figure behind me.
Holy fuck.
The sudden sound of a swift slap against my ass sounded in the still air around us, a hot sting buzzing from my skin moments later.
“What did I tell you, Lucy?” Dax growled against my shoulder, pulling my hair back so my chin was raised slightly above the table, my back arching impossibly further against him.
“Yes, Chef,” I panted. Any sense of pain dulled by the pulsing need gathered at the apex of my thighs. I was desperate for friction. I needed him closer.
“Good girl,” he said before I felt him move to place a kiss right on the same spot he punished me with.
I could only imagine the red handprint he must have marked on me, but for some reason the thought only turned me on more.
I was so exposed to him, spread out in a display of wanton need.
His hands slid between my knees, edging my legs further apart.
I shivered against his touch, his fingers sliding up until they reached the slick apex of my inner thighs.
My breasts pressed deeper into the wood of the table as I panted against it.
I felt his finger caress my sensitive spot before sliding inside me with a slow, deep movement.
“You’re already dripping for me. Is this how wet you get when you think about fucking me? ”
I cried out, curling against his hand. I felt him slide out of me again and whimpered. He grasped my hips and flipped me over, putting me on display in front of him. I instinctively shut my legs together, my ass barely hanging on the edge of the table.
“Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me fucking you.” What?
Dax’s eyes were dark with heat, and I felt a renewed blush steal across my cheeks as he pried my legs apart with one hand, grasping my own palm in his other to guide to the slick heat between my legs.
The humiliation was overshadowed by the billow of desire that misted over my mind.
I let my eyes drift closed as I circled my clit with my finger, a wave of pleasure careening from my own touch.
His hand released my wrist and my movements continued on their own.
My moan was smothered by Dax’s mouth on mine, hot and demanding. “Yes, baby,” he rasped against my lips. “I could watch you do that all day.”
Holy fucking shit.