His house came into view, and she tensed.
“I’ll work tomorrow,” she said.
“Tomorrow is Friday, and you’ll sit in my office while I work. You’re not working, and that’s the last I’m going to say on it.”
The limo pulled up outside, and Anne stood waiting for them. Cadeon got out first and reached in, offering his hand. Violet stared at his hand, not taking it. She looked at her door as if she could make a quick escape.
Why couldn’t he let her go? She deserved to be courted and have him kiss her on the doorstep. The truth hit him. He was too damned impatient to wait that long. He wanted her, and in his world, he didn’t have to wait to get what he wanted. Spending time with her would make her grow accustomed to his closeness. His touch. His possession.
She took his hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she was beginning to trust him.
He smiled as he helped her out of the car. She looked beautiful. Anne took their coats as they walked inside.
“I’ve prepared some food. It’s ready in the dining room,” Anne said.
“I’m not hungry,” Violet said.
Cadeon ignored her, took her hand and led her through to the dining room. Two places were set. Steak with boiled potatoes and vegetables awaited them. He helped her into her seat even as she protested. He took the seat next to her.
“You’ve got to eat something, and you’re not leaving this room until you do.”
“You can’t order me around like a child.”
“Then stop acting like one. Your health is my top priority.”
“Why?” She hadn’t picked up her knife and fork.
“Because I look after what is mine. Do you want me to feed you?”
She shook her head. When she began to eat the food in front of her, Cadeon picked up his own fork and began to eat the delicious food. The steak was cooked to perfection, pink in the centre, not bloody. The potatoes were soft and not mush. Anne truly was an amazing cook.
Violet took a few bites but put her fork down, going instead for the water. She placed a hand on her head and winced.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing. My head hurts. Nothing serious.” She sipped her water, and Cadeon left it. Her body showed she didn’t starve herself. He wouldn’t force the issue, but if she continued to pick at her food and showed signs of any weight loss, he’d have no choice but to force her to eat.
After dinner finished, he walked Violet up to shower and change.
“I need to go out tonight,” he said in the doorway to the bathroom. “Don’t get any ideas of sneaking out. Relax and rest, and I’ll see you soon.”
She went to close the door. He stopped her with his foot in the way.
“I won’t leave. I promise.”
He moved right next to her, then placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head back to look at him.
“I’ll protect you, but you’ve got to trust me,” he said. Her eyes widened seconds before he dropped his head. He kissed her lips. A small brush of skin against skin. Her moan made him lose control. One hand banded around her waist as the other sank into her hair, holding her firm against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue sought entry between her lips. Her hands wrapped around him, slightly at first, changing into more of a demand as he consumed her lips.
Her heavy tits pressed against his chest. Cadeon wanted to rip the clothes from her body and f**k her hard and fast. Her scent was becoming like a drug to him. From one little taste, he wanted more. He wanted to possess her, love her, take care of her, do everything in his power to put a smile on her face and to show her how much he wanted her.
The kiss changed, and she became frantic beneath him.
Not wanting to scare her, he pulled away, kissing the tip of her nose.
“There is nothing I’d like more than to f**k you right now. I know you’re not ready, but I can wait.”
“What if I’m never ready?” she said.
“You’ll be ready.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’re soaking wet, and no matter how hard you fight it, you want me as badly as I want you.”
He kissed her nose again and left her standing there.
Chapter Six
Cadeon got in his car and drove. His c**k ached with the need to sink himself between her creamy thighs. Running a hand over his face, he turned left and continued down the road.
The club was exclusive and cut off from most towns and cities. The club looked like a distant castle but was owned by one of the wealthiest men of the city, Stephen Knox. The Knox men had passed the club down to the oldest son for generations, and only the most elite had any chance of getting in.
Stephen didn’t live in the house, but it was a place of relaxation and business.
The gates were locked as they always were. He removed the card from his wallet and pressed it into the scanner, along with his individual, twelve-digit number. The gates opened. He drove down the long driveway. Trees obscured the view from the main road. The parking was full, and he knew there would be many couples inside. He reserved one parking space next to Stephen. As an exclusive member he got the perks that came with the cost. Buttoning up his suit jacket, he checked his phone before making his way inside. The butler waited inside. He was one of the few people with enough credentials that allowed them to work here.
“Good evening, Mr. Ashwood. May I take your coat?” he asked.
“No, thank you.”
“Mr. Knox is in the bar room.”
Cadeon nodded his head. Moving out of the main hall, he noticed many of the couples and greeted a few of them when he moved to the back of the house where the bar stood. The room was filled with smoke, and the gentle sound of music echoed off the walls. A woman stood on stage singing. Stephen sat alone in a booth near the stage.
“It’s not like you to be drinking alone,” Cadeon said as he signalled the barman. He took the seat opposite his friend.
“I’ve got a lot on my mind. Besides, these men pay for the privilege, but I don’t think they get the meaning of the club,” Stephen said as he knocked back his scotch.
“What makes you think that?”
“Do any of the men here strike you as possessive? I remember my father telling me the reasons why this place was set up. These men don’t care about finding that one woman that sets your pulse racing and the fire in your blood. They just want to pay for the opportunity to think they have what it takes to be a real man.” Stephen held up his glass. A woman came by and refilled his glass. She handed Cadeon another with a smile.