Velvet Devil

Chapter 4 Episode 4

But I wave the thought away, and as I do, the man straightens up and vanishes into the night. I’m beingparanoid for no reason. My meeting still has me on edge.

The sound of my name tripping off her tongue feels strangely f*****g erotic. My c**k has been hardfor a full hour now, and it’s starting to become painful.

“You just look like you’re concentrating really hard right now.”

I smile. “It’s nothing to worry yourself about. Just business.”

“You still haven’t told me what these businesses of yours do,” she points out.

She shrugs. “I suppose we don’t have time for that anyway,” she says. “It’s late. They’ll want to closeup.”

“They’ll stay open as long as I need them to.”

She considers that for a moment. “Is that your way of telling me you’re important?”

She eyes me carefully, taking in my Dolce suit and the Hublot on my wrist. “You are important,” sheguesses. “And dangerous.”

I lean in. “Not to you,” I tell her. “Not now.”

She lets out a little breath and leans away from me with a barely repressed shiver. “I… I should getback home.” She jerks out of her seat to her feet.

“If you must,” I say, rising to meet her. “But do you really want to?”

“It’s late,” she says. “What I want right now is to go home.”

I nod and snap my fingers. The maître d' comes rushing forward with Cami’s coat held out. I take itfrom him and offer it to her. She hesitates for a long moment, but eventually she turns and lets me slideit onto her arms.

I’m treated to a view of her backless dress. The graceful curve of her spine. All that beautiful skin,tanned and smooth. My fingers tingle with the need to touch every inch of her.

When the coat is settled on her shoulders, I leave my hands there to pin her in place. I can feel herstiffen.

Leaning down, I brush my lips against her earlobe and whisper, “Well, kiska, what I want right now isto take you into the bathroom and f**k you on the counter until you come screaming in my ear.”

She rips away from me and whirls around as soon as the words have left my mouth. Her eyes arewide and her cheeks are flushed. She’s trying to look offended.

But I can see it on her face: she wants the same f*****g thing.

Eyes like his don’t joke.

Steel-edged, hauntingly blue, they gaze calmly at me, completely unrepentant after whispering that inmy ear.

Scorching heat blazes through my body as I try to sort through my frantic thoughts.

I ought to slap him, right? I ought to throw a drink in his face and storm out? Aren’t I supposed todemand more for myself?

So why does it feel like Isaak has ripped all those choices away from me?

And why can’t I hate him for it?

“Stop,” he says, regarding me coolly.

“Stop overthinking,” he replies. “Life is not a book. It happens here. Now. In the blink of an eye.”

“Thanks for the philosophy lesson,” I scowl. But my joke falls flat and stale in the crackling airbetween us.

Isaak stalks a step closer. “It’s a simple question, kiska. What. Do. You. Want?” He enunciates eachword slowly and clearly. I watch his lips move. Mesmerized, hypnotized, completely and utterly outof my element.

Whatever “this” is, it can’t be happening. The fact that I am even considering giving into the heatbuilding in my belly is insane. It’s not me.

I’m a quiet bookworm. I’ve read Little Women enough times that I could recite it from memory. Idon’t own a single set of matching underwear. I don’t do… this.

Isaak c***s his head to the side and smirks. Goddamn, it’s such an intoxicating expression on him.Arrogant enough to make my blood boil. Sexy enough to make my center throb.

He closes the last distance between us. I’m out of room to retreat. I bump into a wall and yelp, thoughit dies quickly on my lips.

His hand finds my hip. That simple little contact is enough to make me even more flustered. My eyesdart around the empty restaurant beyond Isaak’s shoulder. But all the waiters and bartenders seem tohave disappeared.

“We… I can’t,” I mumble. “There are people.”

Isaak laughs cruelly. “You know as well as I do that they’re gone.”

“We still can’t. There are… there are rules.”

“Rules?” he echoes, as though he doesn’t understand the word.

His hand slips inside my coat. Finds the hem of my dress. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he teases it up.Fingertips tracing tiny spirals up my thigh.

“We can’t,” I tell him, trying to pull down my skirt. “Someone will see.” I hate how my voice sounds:I’m not telling him no, I’m just pleading with him for mercy. Throw me an excuse, any excuse, and I’lltake it and run out of here.

But he’s not biting. He’s not giving me an out.

Those sparkling blue eyes are all I can see as he presses his bulk into mine. That cool, fragrantcologne is all I can smell, like an alpine forest. He’s pinning me between the wall. Consuming mealready.

His fingertip keeps inching up my dress. My hands won’t move from my sides.

Say no, I’m begging myself silently. As confident and forward as Isaak is, I have a good feeling thathe’ll relent if I can just summon up that one little syllable.

But it’s caught in my throat. Won’t budge. Won’t move.

I try and try and try to say it and for a moment, it feels like it’s almost there, right on the tip of mytongue…

And then Isaak grazes my c**t over the thin material of my Victoria’s Secret panties, and the word Nodisappears like a wisp of smoke.

I gasp and shudder and clench Isaak’s shoulders so I don’t collapse to my knees. It’s been a long timesince a man touched me.

And even then, it was never like this.

“You’re wet,” he rumbles in my ear.

I tremble. But I’m past the point of embarrassment now. The only thing I can focus on is the feeling ofhis fingers, tap-dancing against my lips.

I shake my head, but I have no idea what I’m meant to say. Another man might have earned a slap.

But this man… If he wanted the f*****g moon, he’d probably find a way to wrangle it from the sky.

I gasp again as he pulls aside the crotch of my panties and gives one teasing caress up my slit. Mymouth rounds into a perfect, silent O when he parts me and slides a finger inside.

He moves painfully slowly. More patient than I would’ve ever thought possible. I nearly black out,and when I come to again one breath later, I realize I’m grinding my hips into his palm. My foreheadis pressed against his muscled chest.

His name falls from my lips like a prayer. “Isaak…”

Chuckling, he pulls out slowly. Removes his hand from underneath my skirt.

And licks my juices right off the tips of his fingers.

“Sweet,” he says. “Just as I suspected.”

My jaw drops. “Who the hell are you?” I manage to gasp.

He smirks secretively. “Come with me and maybe you’ll find out.”

“I may read about heroines,” I say quietly. “But that doesn’t make me one.”

“Then isn’t it about time you changed that?”

He takes half a step backwards and holds out his hand to me. I miss his closeness, his warmth, hisscent.

But it’s right there. He’s right there for the taking.

If I just let myself be brave.

So I eye his waiting hand for a moment before I slip my fingers into his palm.

He starts to pull me away, but a sudden thought crosses my mind. I dig my heels in. Isaak stops, turnsto face me. “Why do you want this?” I blurt out. “Why me?”

His eyes shimmer. “I’ve never had much willpower when it comes to my vices.”

I frown. “So I’m a vice now?”

Before I can ask for an explanation, he pulls me through the door of the restroom in the hall justbehind him.

It’s awash in white and gold. Marble countertops, golden inlay and taps, copper accents everywhereyou look. The light comes from flickering candles set into sconces along the walls. The scent of lilacdances through the air.

Isaak strides into the middle of the space, then turns and surveys me. He strokes my cheek with theback of his hand.

“Those eyes,” he murmurs to himself.

“My parents both have brown eyes,” I say for some stupid reason. “So no one knows how I inheritedthis color. Mom claims that her mother had greenish eyes, but I never met her so I can’t say for sure.”

I know I’m rambling. But all the nervous energy inside me needs an outlet. It needs to devour thesilence so that there won’t be room for him to do something I won’t be able to stop.

He had admitted to being important.

He had admitted to being dangerous.

And I’m the horny fool who walked into an empty bathroom in a deserted restaurant to be with him.

“She was the only grandparent I never met,” I continue with my babbling. “She died when my motherwas a little girl.”