14. Samuel
Ruby thinks I’m dumb. That’s an understatement. She seems to think I have the intellect of a rock. And even a rock would have caught her pathetic act.
But maybe I’m really stupid because instead of snatching her back inside like the last two times, I watched her as she got into a car, closely following behind her. I could have easily interrupted her adventure right from the start, but something inside me wanted to see what she was up to.
And judging by her outfit, she was up to no good.
I had no trouble getting into the club just five minutes after her. I switched my balaclava for a black surgical mask, which in hindsight was a good idea, because the bouncers seemed to think I was one of them. They fist-bumped me as I walked through the door and right down the stairs.
I could, and probably should, have sacked Ruby right in that second, but something about seeing her like that was strangely fascinating. What wasn’t fascinating was the way the other men in the club looked at her. Especially a scrawny one in one of the VIP booths. If one of those bastards had tried to touch her, I would have taken care of him in a dark alleyway.
Somehow, I was too focused on plotting murder, because I just caught a glimpse of Ruby as she walked towards the bathrooms. I followed her, but then a group of girls almost ran into me and inside the bathroom. There was a bit of commotion inside, like in Ruby’s horrible TV shows, just in real life this time, and then Ruby herself walked past me with a stone-cold expression on her face.
She made her way right over to the bar and a minute later, the group of girls came out again. One of them seemed furious, shooting glares in Ruby’s direction as they walked over to the VIP area, right to the booth with the scrawny guy.
He took care of the hysterical brunette while I wondered why I was even invested in this high school type of drama.
Ruby downed shot after shot at the bar and that was the third time I should have stepped in and hauled her bratty ass out of the bar, but once again, I wasn’t thinking properly.
Just as I got myself under control, she got up and walked over to the dance floor like she was just born to turn heads. That’s when I knew I had to stop this before I really had to get rid of a corpse in the alleyway.
I made my way through the crowd, coming to a halt right behind her. Her skirt was way too short, again, her body way too hot against mine, and I don’t know what got into me as I put my hands on her waist. As if I was here to have a fun night out with her.
The look on her face in the split second I saw it before I threw her over my shoulder was priceless, and the way her skirt rides up every time she tries to wriggle free is just a bonus at this point. Of course, I pull it down immediately. I’m the only one who’s allowed to look at that ass.
I had really, really hoped that Ruby would be afraid, that I taught her a lesson on why she isn’t allowed to go out. She’s concerningly easy to abduct.
It takes her around five seconds to find out who kidnapped her from the club, and she starts babbling almost immediately.
“Did you miss me so much that you had to come pick me up?”
She”s slurring the words just slightly, impressive, because I watched her down at least 5 shots. And those were just the ones that I saw her drink.
“Because I missed you,” she giggles, and it feels like someone is squeezing all of my organs at once.
“No, I did not miss you.” She’s getting under my skin again.
She’s just drunk, that”s all.
“You missed me, I can feel it,” she giggles again and I contemplate dropping her right here. I could just leave. Fuck this job, fuck this mission.
“Shut it, dipshit. I’m just here because your dad pays me to look after you.”
Silence behind me.
“I don’t give a single shit where you are, what you do, or with what kind of stupid people you spend your time with.”
I get ready for entitled-brat whining, but the opposite happens.
“Liar, you missed me,” Ruby says with a laugh while her hands wander over my back.
I swallow the insults that threaten to spill out of me. Yes, she ran off, and yes, she’s goddamn annoying, but she doesn’t deserve the stuff I want to throw at her right now. Even worse, I don’t know why she upsets me so much tonight. It’s definitely not because I was worried about her for a second.
After a few more minutes of walking, we finally reach the car and I throw her into the passenger seat. A bit roughly, I fasten her seatbelt before I slam her door shut.
I lean against the car and take a deep breath to brace myself for the torture that this ride home is going to be. She’s drunk, and I don’t know her for long enough to know if she’s the type of drunk that pukes all over themselves.
A few minutes into the drive, I learn that this isn’t the case. I don’t know if the other option is much better, though. Ruby continues to party in the passenger seat. She turns the radio up, no matter how many times I swat her hand away. Sings along to every song as if she was the one who wrote them. Also sings along to songs that don’t have lyrics at all.
I can endure that, I really can. This is not the first time someone tries to torture me like that. Max also likes to treat longer drives as a karaoke opportunity.
But Max keeps his hands to himself.
When her hand slides over my thigh, dangerously close to my dick, my limit is reached. I step on the brake, harder than necessary, as I pull the car over into a parking bay.
“Backseat, now,” I growl.
Ruby climbs into the backseat, her ass once again on full display, and I feel a vein in my neck pulsing. I get out of the car, breathing in deeply before I open the back door and sit down in the backseat next to her. She looks at me with big eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and God, how badly I want to fuck her right now.
Bad idea.
With one hand, I open my belt and yank it out of the loops while I grab her wrists with the other. She looks like she was made to have my belt wrapped around her wrists as I get out of the car, holding her bound hands.
The look of arousal on her face is replaced by one of complete frustration as I fasten the belt around the grab handle. I make sure that it is tight, not wanting to risk her freeing herself until we’re back at home.
“Really?” Ruby asks while she unsuccessfully tries to get out of her restraints.
“You don’t behave, you get tied up. Not that complicated.”
I slam the door shut and count down from ten while I let the chilly night air hit me. My cock is so hard that it fucking hurts and no amount of adjusting my pants is helping. Ruby is such a tease and the wish to put her in her place grows stronger with every second.
Maybe I could—I try my hardest to stop those thoughts. I’ve already broken too many of my rules for her, and the more I give in to her, the deeper she’ll drag me with her. You don’t try meth once, and the same goes for Ruby. I can’t risk it. I already think about her way too much for my liking.
“I kinda like it. You should tie me up more often,” she says as I get back in the car and my cock twitches in response. I turn the radio up so high that I can’t hear her any longer. The two other options are totaling the car because she’s distracting me so much or railing her right there in the backseat.
A small, horribly na?ve part of me hopes she falls asleep. Then I could carry her inside, throw her in her bed, and forget about this evening.
Yeah, that’s not the case.
We arrive at the house and as I open the back door, Ruby looks up at me with even more mischief in her pretty brown eyes. Every alarm siren in my head blares while I try to ignore how fucking hot she looks tied up like that.
The second her hands are free again, they are on my, now unfortunately belt-free, pants. She tries to open them, her expression something between desperate want and determination.
“No,” I hiss, grabbing her hands. I don’t trust her to walk on her own, so I throw her over my shoulder again, not bothering with pulling her skirt down as I unlock the front door.
“Should have fucked one of the guys at the club,” she grumbles, and somehow this is the straw that breaks the camel”s back.
I can handle her bratty behavior. I can handle her constant teasing and the way she’s tugging at my nerves like it’s her favorite pastime activity.
But the thought of her fucking someone else? That’s something I can not handle, apparently.
I make my way through the dark house, knowing that what I’m about to do is a terrible idea, but I can’t let her behavior slide any longer. Her body is draped over my lap as I sit down on the couch, her half-exposed ass begging to be spanked.
Give me a reason, give me a fucking reason.
“Repeat that,” I growl.
“Should have fuck—”
I don’t bother letting her finish her sentence. I’ve heard enough.
My hand comes down on her ass, hard. The sound echoes through the living room, followed by a tiny squeal from Ruby.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say sternly while I rub over her ass. And I don’t know if I’m talking to her or to myself.
“Jealous?” She asks, earning herself another slap. The gasp that leaves her goes straight to my cock.
I’m pretty sure that bodyguards usually don’t spank their clients, but nothing about this job is usual. Nothing about Ruby is normal, or sane. I deserve this moment, at least for tonight. She had her fun with me for long enough, now it’s my time for revenge.
But I should have known that she wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of punishing her. Okay, in her defense, I should have thought of another way to discipline her.
With every slap, her squeals sound a bit more like moans and soon she’s arching her back as if she wants me to spank her even harder.
My hand wanders over the swell of her ass, and before I realize what I’m doing, my fingers are dangerously close to her pussy. At least she’s wearing underwear. I wouldn’t put it past her to go out clubbing with nothing underneath.
Still, I can feel how wet she is, the tiny piece of fabric absolutely soaked and it takes all of my self-control to not take her right now.
“Sam, please, why won’t you fuck me?” she whines, trying to open my pants again. “I’ll pay you.”
“I’m not an escort, you idiot,” I groan as I pull her skirt back down and lift her off of my lap.
“And you’re drunk.”
She leans back on the couch, still fully dressed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see how she struggles to take off her shoes, the soles dangerously close to the light gray fabric of the couch.
I grab her legs and pull them closer to take her shoes off for her. She laughs as I pull her shoes off, wriggling with her feet whenever I accidentally touch them.
“Why are your feet so small? That can’t be normal.”
“Proportionate.”
“Come on, Miss Proportionate, we should get you to bed,” I say as I get up from the couch. She makes no effort to do the same, only stretches her arms out towards me.
“Really?”
“At least carry me upstairs if you’re not going to fuck me,” she says while she waits for me to pick her up. I don’t have the energy to do more than sigh at her words.
Ruby Barron is one of the most annoying, nerve-grating people on earth I have ever encountered, but something about her is so alluring, so effortlessly cute and attractive that it makes my head spin. Even now, while she looks a bit like a rockstar after a rough night. She’s going to ruin her bedsheets.
Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem.
I should tattoo that on my forehead to remind me of the fact that none of her antics are my problem. Despite that, I find myself with her in my arms, carrying her upstairs. She nuzzles against me, complaining as I walk past her bed and straight to her bathroom.
“Wash your face,” I instruct as I put her down.
“No, gonna do that tomorrow.” She yawns and tries to get past me to walk toward her bed.
“You don’t want me to do it, trust me.”
“Fine, fine,” she says, reluctantly washing her face. Now she looks like a panda but at least I can say that I tried.
I maneuver her to her bed, tucking her in while she drunkenly smiles up at me.
“Can you stay here tonight?”
“Hell no,” I say as I walk over to close her window that’s still open. I should really talk to Mr. Barron about those locks.
“Sam?”
“What now?”
“Did you make up your mind about the bracelet?”
She plays with the one that’s supposed to be mine. She’s tired, that obvious in her voice, but there’s also something else. Not the usual mischief, but it’s probably just the alcohol. I already know that she’s going to feel horrible tomorrow. Deserved.
Something about her tone of voice keeps me from saying something mean. Maybe it’s that, or the way she looks snuggled up in her oversized bed. I don’t want to hurt her feelings right now, which is just as weird as the rest of this night.
“I don’t want—I can’t wear it, darling.”
The silence that follows is the most uncomfortable thing that I had to endure tonight, and that means something.
“Okay,” she mumbles quietly, turning the other way. “Night, Sam.”