Venom And Vice

3

“We do it my way or not at all.” “You have the wrong girl if you think I’m going to beg for any man’s cock.” I spoke over my shoulder, catching his dilated gaze from the corner of my eye. Casek’s hand lowered to lift my tight dress above my hips, then caressed the generous globe of my backside while the scalding touch of his hungry gaze seared my skin. Only after he’d seen his fill and coaxed the anticipation in the room to a dizzying level did he return his lips to my ear. “From you, I would expect nothing less.” His murmured words raked across my skin, igniting each tiny nerve ending beneath. My eyelids drifted shut but flew open again when my lace thong was ripped away in a single swift motion. I was surprised, but most of my shock came from the sudden pressure of the fabric against my core just before the lace gave way. The surge of sensation was overwhelming in the most delicious, mind-bending way. Casek tore through a foil condom wrapper behind me and sheathed himself as I recovered. He then wrapped one hand around my throat. The gentle pressure of his fingers teased at danger when I swallowed my surprise. He wasn’t choking me, but I wasn’t sure I approved of the possessive nature of the touch. Before I could protest, however, he was easing himself inside me, rocking forward in smooth, confident strokes. Once he’d buried himself fully inside me, his other hand snaked around my middle and pulled my lower half away from the wall, effectively bending me for better access. The position was pure domination, and my body purred in approval. Normally, I liked to be the one in control—life was easier when I set the tone from the beginning—but Casek wouldn’t play by those rules. He made that clear in every fiber of his being. Just this once, I allowed myself to surrender to a man’s touch. To Casek. He was the architect of this splinter in time, constructing a moment of perfect harmony. Like a master craftsman, even when his pace intensified, he kept perfect control over himself and never once tightened his grip around my throat. He meant to control, not damage or disrespect. I moaned, overwhelmed with sensation, and felt him thicken inside me. “Yes, Caz. Just like that.” I braced my hands on the wall and pushed my ass backward, leaning into his thrusts and reveling in the feel of his touch. The energy between us buzzed like a live wire. Chaotic and cataclysmic. It built to a maddening peak, both of us lost in the pursuit of what lay on the other side. This was the release I desperately needed. A biological cocktail of endorphins to lift me out of the funk in which I’d been wallowing for weeks. I met his movements stride for stride. Took what he gave. Demanded more in return. When Casek’s fingers found their way down to my throbbing c**t, it only took three swift circles around that swollen bundle before liquid napalm ignited in my veins. “f**k, woman. You squeeze me so fuckin’ tight.” His Irish drawl grew heavier as Casek tensed with his own release. Through the ringing in my ears, the sound of his stunned exclamation sent a flutter of prideful butterflies through my chest. I’d rocked his world just as thoroughly as he’d rocked mine. Joy tugged upward at the corners of my mouth. Casek held me close against his chest as we both recovered. When our breathing slowed to a reasonable pace, he eased away from me. “Don’t move,” he ordered softly. He fastened his pants and disposed of the condom. At the small minibar built into the wall, he pulled off several sheets from a roll of paper towels and wet them in the sink. “Leg.” He squatted down beside me and patted his shoulder. It was clear he meant to clean me, but the gesture was so unexpected that I froze. Not until his mossy green gaze lifted to mine did I set my leg over his shoulder. He proceeded to gently wipe me clean, the cool touch of the cloth soothing my swollen, heated flesh. “Thank you.” I chewed at my bottom lip, suddenly at a loss for how to handle the situation. My head still buzzed with the effects of the alcohol, but I was mostly reeling over everything that had just happened. The s*x. The domination. The kindness. Casek stood and took my hand, leading me from the room. “Time for you to go home.” “But everyone’s still out there.” “Don’t give a s**t. You’ve had enough.” He led us away from the club toward a back stairwell. It couldn’t have been past midnight, and the party was still in full swing, but I didn’t have the fight in me to challenge his directive. The post-orgasmic flood of dopamine had left me relaxed and pliant. My brain was functioning on such a delay that I didn’t begin to question his intent in walking me home until we approached the door of my apartment several floors down from the club. Was he taking me home for round two? Could I handle a second round with this man? As if I’d turn down a second chance at the best s*x of my life. When I unlocked the door, though, Casek made no move to follow me inside. “Did you … want to come in?” I asked with more uncertainty than I ever let myself show. “No.” His unwavering stare bore into me, not hinting at what he might be thinking. No guilt. No adoration. Nothing to help me understand what was happening between us. He started to close the door, then paused. “Drink some water before you go to bed. Understood?” He waited for my nod before closing the door and disappearing. I stared at the lifeless white door for several minutes, processing what had happened and what it all meant. Holy s**t, I just had s*x with Casek! Not just s*x. Casek had owned my body and f****d me senseless. My eyes rounded, and a maniacal grin split my face before I danced my way into my bedroom and fell back onto the bed. I wasn’t foolish enough to think anything meaningful would come of it, but the exchange had still felt monumental. Casek was the Fort Knox of men. Even a one-night stand with him felt like stealing a glimpse of the wizard perched behind the curtain.