“Ever been with a man like me before, babe?” he asks, resting those fingers against the aching nub of my clit.
“Never,” I breathe. It’s the only word I can manage to get out before the surges of pleasure, radiating from his touch, leave me wordless.
“Then you’ve never been with a real man,” he growls in my ear, leaning over me.
He’s relentless in his touch, and my knees give out beneath me. My cheek presses hard against the mattress as my mouth falls open in wonder. My entire body trembles as he bears down on my clit. Finally, when I don’t think I’ll be able to take another moment, I come hard. He buries a hand in my hair as I cry out my pleasure. His fingers twist in my dark curls, and I feel that massive cock poised against my body.
“I’ll make a real woman out of you yet,” he smiles devilishly, lowering himself onto me.
He bucks back and sends his manhood driving into my eager body. I can’t form a single sound in the wake of this new, unimaginable sensation. He’s so fucking huge. He draws back and slams into me again, and I feel him deeper than I thought was possible. He could pummel right through me if he wanted to.
I press back against his every thrust, taking him as fast, and hard, as deep as I can. I want to feel every, rock hard inch of him—
“Kelly!”
Kassie’s voice cuts through my sexy reverie. I jerk my head up, flushed and confused. It’s always been a bad habit of mine to slip into daydreams and lose track of the real world. Or in this case, slip into sinfully delicious fantasies about a man I’ve only met once in my life. Thank god my skull isn’t transparent—Kassie would be appalled if she knew what I was really thinking about. Not because of the steamy sex, but because of my choice in fictional partner. Leo, the VP of the Devil’s Wraiths, is as off limits as they come.
“What is it?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“Have you seen this?” Kassie says, carrying her laptop over to the breakfast bar where I sit huddled over a cup of coffee.
“Seen what?” I ask, as she plunks the device down in front of me.
“Just look,” she says, scrolling down through some nonsense celebrity gossip site.
“Oh Christ,” I groan, as Bryan’s face appears on the screen.
There’s an entire photo gallery of him, clearly drunk and very shirtless, with a leggy model on each arm. The man looks like a train wreck. I’ve only been in Vegas two weeks, and he’s already gone right off the deep end. His red eyes look hollow, his carefully kept body drained of energy. This is not the cocky, high maintenance douchebag I walked out on. I have to suppress a baffled smile as I click through the photos.
“I think you broke him, Kelly,” Kassie says, not holding her own glee back.
“Well. They say the best revenge is living well,” I say, gesturing around my gorgeous suite. “Not that part of me doesn’t love seeing him off the rails, the jerk.”
“You dodged a bullet there,” Kassie agrees, “What the hell were you doing with a guy like him in the first place, Kel?”
“He seemed safe,” I shrug, “Stable.”
“He was an actor,” she reminds me.
“Yeah, but an obsessively well-kept one,” I reply, “The man’s planner had a planner.”
“Sounds pretty boring to me,” Kassie says.
“Oh, it was,” I say, “But I guess after Sam...”
“Ah,” she nods, pouring herself a cup of coffee, “You went in the completely opposite direction. I get it.”
“I had a big old crush on that guy,” I say, smiling sadly, “I was so ready to see where we would end up. I thought he might finally give me the life I might have had—”
“I didn’t know how much you cared for him,” Kassie says, laying a comforting hand on my back, “I’m sorry, Kelly. The club’s been going through its own mourning, but I haven’t been helping you through it at all.”
“No, it’s OK,” I tell her, “I didn’t really know Sam that well. To be honest, I was probably just pinning a lot of hopes on him. I’m sure I would have ruined that relationship too, if I got the chance.”
“Hey, you didn’t ruin anything with this asshole,” Kassie says, nodding toward Bryan’s boozy picture on the screen, “He tanked that ship himself. He clearly didn’t respect you, or know how to be in a relationship for that matter.”
“Whatever you say,” I sigh, “He was still the most stable boyfriend I ever had. I’m not much of a monogamist, remember.”
“Not yet,” Kassie says, “But I bet when you meet the right guy, all of that will change.”
“Like it did for you?” I ask.
“Like it did for me,” she smiles, “Declan took me by surprise. I never thought I’d be into the bad boy biker thing, but here we are. Maybe someone will come along that you never suspected. Someone unlike any type you’ve come across.”
Leo’s imposing figure and dangerous eyes pop back into my mind. If only Kassie knew how surprised I’ve already been by my attraction to that terrifying man. Since the Wraiths descended on the Forty-Five Club last week, he’s all I’ve been able to think about. I’ve fallen asleep each and every night with those golden eyes lighting up my dreams. I’ve made myself come to fantasies of us more times than I thought humanly possible in the course of a week. And I’m no stranger to a little self-love, either.
He has a hold on me, this Leo. But is it him I really want, or just another chance at finding an MC to call home? Is that lost little girl I once was still inside of me, desperate to be taken in by someone at last? I shake the thought out of my mind. It’s too painful to consider.
“Enough about my pathetic excuse for a love life. What’s on the docket for today, Boss?” I ask Kassie.
“I want to push through the last couple of design quirks before the day is out and then start A/B testing,” she replies, swinging into business mode, “We’ll work hard all day, then head over to club to blow off some steam. I know the guys won’t be around this time. They’re on some charity run or something, won’t be back for a bit. It’ll be just us girls tonight.”
“You sure the others won’t mind if I come?” I ask, “I don’t think your three little sweet butts like me too much.”
“They’re just threatened,” Kassie shrugs, “They did the same thing to me when I showed up. But if you’re going to stick around, and you’re serious about getting into the Dante’s Nine circle, you have to show them that you’re not going to back down.”