Betrayal

  “Yes.”

  “Louder.”

  “Yes! I want this.”

  “What? What do you want?”

  Oh God. I’m about there.

  “You,” I said breathily.

  He pulled out, leaving my insides clenching at nothingness. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

  I thrust my body backward. “You, please. Inside of me.” My inhibitions evaporated. “Damn it! Asshole, I need your cock inside of me! Now!”

  My words were rewarded with a deep laugh as he went deeper, stretching me, filling me, moving faster and faster, finding my breasts, and tweaking my hard nipples.

  “Oh yes!” I cried out as we fell deeper into the fog of musk.

  “I-I…” My fingers gripped the sink as my legs stiffened.

  Nox pulled out, turned me around and lifted my body to his. Pressing my back against the cold tile, I hugged his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. We were like two locking pieces of a puzzle. Once I’d accommodated him completely, I screamed and surrendered to the most earth-quaking fall I’d ever experienced. With my face buried in the nape of his neck, I gasped for breath. The woodsy cologne filled my senses as the stars exploded like fireworks, the sparks lingering until the world around me came back into focus. With one final thrust, Nox’s growl rumbled against my bare chest and bounced off the bathroom walls. His massive shoulders fell against me and pinned me to the wall.

  Shit! They’d probably heard us all the way to the gas pumps.

  Tenderly, Nox kissed my lips and lowered my feet to the floor. I stood on wobbly knees as he lifted the front of my dress over my breasts and pulled the zipper up.

  “Adjust your dress,” he said with a smirk.

  He discarded the condom in the toilet and turned back to me. Lifting my chin, he said, “Walk out of here with your head held high, princess. When we get back to Del Mar, you’re getting what you deserve.”

  WHAT I DESERVE… the words rang through my consciousness as Nox parked the Boxster under the large awning and gave the keys to Ferguson.

  “Welcome back, sir and miss.” Did I imagine his grin?

  As we walked toward the private elevator, Nox leaned down and whispered, “You’re a princess, and I’m going to show you how a princess should be treated.”

  I hadn’t thought about it earlier, but no one since my real father had called me princess, not in a positive way. While my body ached from his last demonstration, the name made my heart soar. Curiosity about his plans pulsated through me, tightening my insides, erasing the soreness.

  We both smiled and politely conversed with Fredrick as we waited for the elevator. It appeared so natural, no one would know that I was still without panties and we’d just had sex in a filthy public bathroom. All right, it wasn’t filthy, but it wasn’t a five-star hotel either. It was a roadside gas station.

  “Thank you, Fredrick,” I said as we stepped into the elevator.

  “Good night,” Nox said, handing Fredrick a bill from his money clip and pushing the close button for the door.

  I smirked at Nox’s polite and not-so-subtle way of letting Fredrick know that we didn’t need his assistance to push the one button.

  “Good night, sir, miss.”

  We both giggled as the doors closed.

  “I have plans for you.”

  His deep tone sent chills across my skin. “Plans?” I asked with my most innocent tone and expression.

  The corner of Nox’s lips moved upward. “Oh princess, you do that doe-in-the-headlights look very well.” The elevator began to move. “But I just fucked you in the bathroom of a gas station.” He pushed me against the dark paneling as his lips covered mine and his tongue took my breath. “That fuck’n innocent act… that ship has sailed.”

  I swallowed, unsure what to say. Nox did that to me, took away my breath, words, and maybe my heart. When the doors opened and we stepped from the elevator hand in hand, I peered around, looking for Mrs. Witt. I’d never been to the suite when she wasn’t there.

  “Are you looking for Mrs. Witt?”

  I swear the man could read my damn mind.

  “Yes, is she here?”

  He tugged my hand, pulling me toward the ostentatious floral arrangement. The sweet aroma of orchids eclipsed his woodsy cologne. Flinging his jacket onto a bench, Nox’s smirk returned as he effortlessly lifted me onto the edge of the marble table. Spreading my knees he leaned between my legs. “Would it matter to you if she were?” His arm surrounded my waist and pulled me closer as his other hand moved higher on my leg. “You told a whole gas station full of people you wanted my cock inside of you. My cock,” he repeated with the lifting of his brow. “That was the word you used. It doesn’t seem like someone who would do that would be concerned about the presence of one woman.”

  I lowered my forehead to Nox’s shoulder. A rush of blood colored my cheeks as I murmured against his jacket, “I know Mrs. Witt. I didn’t know—”

  “Matt and Sally…?” He lifted my eyes to his. “They were the only two wearing name tags.”

  I shook my head. “I used the wrong word.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes, I should have said dick, as in you’re being one right now.”

  Nox laughed as his pale eyes sparkled. “Am I now?”

  “Yes,” I said defiantly; however, with my chin still held captive and a grin on my face, I didn’t think he believed me.

  His thumb caressed my cheek. “I don’t think so. You see, princess, I doubt that crowd gives many standing ovations, and we were fortunate enough to get one.”

  Oh! I was so embarrassed.

  I met his wicked eyes, and asked, “Mrs. Witt?”

  “She has her own suite. For the rest of the night…” He spread my legs wider. Brushing his lips to mine, his fingers found my folds. “…you’re mine. All mine.”

  Tilting my head back, Nox nuzzled my neck. His stubble abraded my sensitive flesh like the prickling sensation of a thousand needles sending sparks from my neck to my core. When my breathing increased, Nox lifted me from the table and cradled me against his chest.

  “This is where I get to decide,” he smirked.

  “Decide?”

  “Should I be the dick you mentioned?”

  I reached up and kissed his cheek. “Do I have any other options?”

  He carried me toward his bedroom. “I promised you what you deserved. I don’t break promises.”

  My eyes opened wide in astonishment as he opened the door to a sea of flickering candles—hundreds of candles everywhere—on the armoire, windowsills, and tables.

  “How?”

  He set me on the floor and pulled me toward the bathroom, also illuminated by candlelight. I turned a full circle in awe. The large tub was filled with bubbles and the scent of lavender hung heavily in the air.

  “The other night,” he explained, “my visit to your suite interrupted your bubble bath, and I told you earlier that you deserved walks on the beach and candlelight.” He gently spun me around and lowered the zipper of my dress, all the way down. “We’ve walked,” he murmured against my skin. “Now it’s time for candlelight.” Slipping the straps from my shoulders, he allowed my dress to flutter to the ground, creating a puddle of black silk around my feet. Nox gently pulled the tie from my low ponytail as I stood with my back still toward him, wearing only my heels. “You have the most beautiful hair.” He spoke as he gathered it higher and wound the tie around it. “In here,” he went on, “with the candlelight, it’s the color of mahogany, rich and distinguished, but in the sun, I see red and yellow.” He twisted the length and tucked it under the tie, creating a bun. “It’s just like you: beautiful, layered, and unpredictable.”

  I stood statuesque as the puddle near my feet grew with the inclusion of Nox’s shoes, shirt, tie, and slacks. He turned me toward him. “You deserve to be treated like the princess you are, like a queen.”

  I couldn’t stop the grin when I realized that he had dressed similarly to
me, also commando, standing before me in his purest and sexiest form. I reached for him, seeing clearly, for the first time what I’d only felt. The tendons in Nox’s neck strained as I ran my hand over his length. Grinning at the pile of clothing that didn’t include his boxers or underwear, I asked, “Did the sea breeze thrill you as much as it did me?”

  “No.” Velvety smoothness cut through the fog of the warm bath water and steam on the mirrors. “I believe your dress gave you a distinct advantage over my slacks.”

  I lifted myself to my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Pity. You don’t know what you were missing.”

  After slipping out of my heels, Nox helped me into the tub of warm water. Bubbles covered my breasts as the water rose and he slid in behind me. I settled between his legs, my back against his chest and erection.

  Cupping the water, Nox showered my breasts and collarbone, caressing and fondling as he worked. Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes while the flicker of candlelight danced behind my lids.

  “How did you do this?” I asked.

  His words skirted over my neck. “I may have sent a text, and Mrs. Witt may have left just as we entered the elevator.”

  “I never saw you do that. I didn’t even notice your phone.”

  Nox laughed his chest vibrating behind me. “That means I was doing a good job of keeping you preoccupied. Now I plan on doing more than distracting you.”

  Oh God.

  With the twitch of his erection against my back, my once satiated core clenched with wanton lust.

  “I believe it was you,” he cooed, “who mentioned that pleasing you was my job.”

  I nodded as I closed my eyes again and yielded to his ministrations. His fingers found my core, rubbing, stroking, and caressing. I craned my neck toward him offering my lips as our tongues moved together. He continued to stroke the fire inside of me, building the pressure until I was afraid I’d explode too early. My nails dug into his thighs as my back arched and legs stiffened.

  “Not yet,” Nox said, lifting and guiding me. I sucked in a deep breath as he moved me until we were face to face. After he made sure we were protected, he aligned himself with my core and pulled my hips down, sheathing his cock with my already tender body.

  “Oh! God!” My whimper echoed off the tile as he stretched me in one painful yet pleasurable plunge. I bit my lip and lowered my forehead to his shoulder as he moved my hips up and down.

  Nox coaxed my lips to his. “There’s no one else around to hear.” Nox kissed and teased my lower lip free with his teeth. “But don’t let that stop you. Hearing you turns me on.” He sucked my taut nipple. “It makes me harder.”

  I wasn’t sure how he could possibly be harder, but if letting a few sounds come out was all it took, I was ready.

  Up and down I moved, my knees against the side of the tub, the water sloshing about. I wasn’t sure what sent me over the edge, the marvelous friction building inside of me or the sated expression as his blue eyes clouded with pleasure, but either way, I couldn’t muffle my cries as my body detonated around his.

  By the time we made it back to the bedroom and he laid me on the bed, some of the candles had burnt themselves out, making the room darker than it had been. With my head on the pillow, Nox fanned my hair around my face and lifted a votive. Swirling the warm melted wax, Nox asked, “It’s still my night, princess. Have I reached your limit?”

  “No. But I don’t—”

  His finger touched my lips. The flickers of flames danced as reflections in his eyes. “Just tell me if I do. I’ll listen.”

  Oh God. What is he going to do? Do I trust him?

  I nodded.

  Never taking his eyes from mine, Nox tenderly wrapped a long piece of satin from the bedside stand drawer around my wrists. Each twist made my heart soar faster and faster. Questions came in rapid succession as he secured my arms above my head, but each time I opened my mouth to ask, his gentle kiss took away my words.

  I’d never allowed anyone to bind me—Alex hadn’t—and I shouldn’t. I pushed Alex away. This was Charli’s night with Nox, not hers.

  My body was on high alert. Everything was magnified. The aroma of musk with a hint of the lavender filled my senses, while his breaths filled my ears.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  My hips swayed with need. “No.”

  His smile melted what was still whole inside of me, as his fingers moved to be sure I was ready. I was. I wanted him and was ready to let him do anything, until… he turned his attention from me to a flickering candle. I suddenly remembered the way he’d swirled the wax. My heart raced as I debated my hard limit.

  “Nox?” I’d never experienced hot wax on my skin. I didn’t know if I was ready.

  “Do you trust me?” Nox asked, as he lifted the candle from the table, pursed his lips, and blew out the flame.

  I did. I wanted to.

  “Princess?” I asked, reminding him of what he said I deserved.

  “Fire doesn’t burn the dragon.”

  Oh shit! Sexy and a Game of Thrones quote.

  I stifled a scream and pulled violently against the satin as the first dollop landed on my breast. The hot wax hurt like hell.

  “Limit?” Nox asked with that menacing gleam to his eye.

  It was that shimmer that kept me mute, that shimmer that stopped me from yelling yes at the top of my lungs. It was that glint that twisted my insides to a painful pitch. I inhaled and shook my head.

  “I trust you.”

  I don’t know what happened during the next few minutes, or was it days? I couldn’t recall any of it, even if I were under oath. I hated the hot wax upon my tender skin, and at the same time, it was the most erotic experience of my entire life. Each time the molten liquid landed on me, Nox found another way to make it pleasurable: a suck and nip of my hard nipple, his fingers angled perfectly inside my core, or the saltiness of him deep in my throat. By the time he’d peeled the cold wax from my skin and released my wrists, I was lost to a high only he could provide.

  Gently he eased his covered rod into me. “You deserve a man who will make tender love to you.”

  Though my energy was spent, my core clenched around him, hugging him with a ferocity I couldn’t muster and milking him for everything he could give.

  There was at least one more detonation before I conceded to my limit. It wasn’t my hard limit, but the amount of energy I could possibly expend. The last thing I remembered was Nox’s embrace as I floated away, lost in the aroma of woodsy cologne and musk.

  WAKEFULNESS CAME SLOWLY as I stretched over the soft sheets and cuddled under the fluffy comforter. It wasn’t until my body protested with the ache from last night’s exploration, that I remembered I was in Nox’s suite. I hadn’t planned on staying. With my eyes still closed, I listened for anything, but only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was alone in the large bedroom. Pulling the sheet around my breasts, memories of the night before came rushing back.

  I checked my wrists for bruising and found none. On the end of the bed was a robe, like the one I had in my suite, complete with the Del Mar emblem on the breast. As I reached for the robe, I saw the note beside the bed.

  Good morning, princess,

  I trust you slept well—since you did it through most of the night and most of the day.

  I looked at the clock and smiled. It was after ten-thirty. I had slept well, but there was still a lot of day left.

  Mrs. Witt has coffee for you and can get you anything you’d like to eat. I’m in the office—of the suite. Come find me. We have more exploration to do.

  ~Nox

  I eased out of the big bed and wrapped myself in the robe. Though my body wasn’t sure it could take any more exploration, the goofy smile on my face told me that I wanted to try.

  In front of the bathroom mirror, I apprehensively opened the robe. I wasn’t sure what I expected from the wax, but whatever it was, there was very little evidence. A few light p
ink circles on my breasts, but that was it. I checked my wrists again. They were a little tender to the touch, but no discoloration.

  The large tub returned the smile to my face.

  Debating between a shower and finding Nox, I cleaned myself as best as I could. The washcloth and sink sufficed as I secured the robe and set off to find Nox.

  “Good morning, Miss Charli,” Mrs. Witt said as I rounded the corner to the kitchen.

  My cheeks blushed knowing the thoughts she’d probably had. If I hadn’t tamed my hair before coming out of the bedroom, no doubt, she’d have thought crazy-ape sex.

  Oh shit! I needed to call Chelsea.

  I did my best to act nonchalantly; after all, she worked for Nox. The man was gorgeous. She was probably used to having women in robes wandering about.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Witt. I’m sorry to bother you…”

  “No bother,” she said with a smile as she reached for a coffee pot. “How do you like your coffee?”

  “Cream, no sugar.”

  Handing me the mug, she asked, “Can I get you anything to eat? Fruit? Muffin? Mr.… umm… Mr. Nox said you might be hungry.”

  Damn! The blood rushed back to my cheeks. “I think maybe I should go to my suite.”

  “No. I know he’s waiting for you in the office. I believe he’d be very disappointed if you left.”

  I knew I didn’t have any claims on Nox. That was our agreement: one week—that’s it, but I couldn’t help but ask the question that popped into my head. “Mrs. Witt?”

  “Yes, dear.”

  “I suppose this isn’t unusual…”

  Her smile widened. “That’s not for me to say.”

  I nodded.

  “But,” she went on, “Mr. Nox has spent the entire morning ensuring that his afternoon and evening are free. That,” she emphasized, “is highly unusual. Don’t you see why you shouldn’t run off? Besides, he wasn’t very happy when that happened before.”