Bound Beneath His Pain (Dirty Little Secrets 1)

When she turns to face me again, I clench my jaw, desire flicking like flames through my veins. “No one will notice me tonight.” Not with her next to me.

“Oh, please.” She scans my tux with its black tie and exaggeratedly rolls her eyes. “In that tux, everyone will notice you.”

I still disagree with her, but keep silent, leading her to the car. “Your chariot awaits you.”

She gives a soft laugh and slides into the backseat, and once I settle in next to her, she says to Levi, “It’s good to see you again, Levi.”

“You as well, Miss Parker.” Her lips part, and Levi adds with a smile, “Right, forgive me, Allie.”

“Much better,” she quips.

Amused by their interaction, I shut the door and focus on her next to me, while the soft purr of the engine surrounds us. The more I look, the more I’m noticing the tightness around her pretty eyes. “You sure you want to do this? I can tell Levi to turn around.”

She gives me a small smile. “No, it’s okay, really. Just a little nerve-racking, I guess.” A sad tone fills her voice, gaze downcast. “I wanted to tell Liv tonight about everything, but it was a lot harder than I thought it’d be. Every time I tried to tell her, my voice froze.”

“She’s a good friend to you.” I tuck a loose curl behind her ear. “She’ll forgive you once you tell her why you kept this to yourself.”

“Hope so.”

I see the tension in her posture, the worry in the depths of her eyes, and it makes me think of how much she’s risking for me.

“But this is happening the second I step out of the car with you,” she continues, giving me a sweet, uneasy grin. “Soon I’ll belong to the world for a little while, so I gotta just deal with it.”

I’m not sure why her statement affects me so intensely, but it does. Blood rushes to my already hard cock, hardening me to pain. This burn I experience for her flows so deep into my body, I can’t control myself. She’s right—by tomorrow morning, all of San Francisco will know she’s mine, and I’m hers. I will have to share her. Her life will be picked apart, until the tabloids grow tired. We’ll be all everyone is talking about, including everyone at Holt. But for now, in this quiet moment in the back of the car, I want her all to myself.

Her brows begin drawing together when I hit the button on the armrest beside me. The black panel begins to rise, separating us from Levi. Right before the divider closes, I tell Levi, “Drive until I tell you otherwise.”

“What are you doing?” Allie gasps, when I yank her onto my lap.

I slide my hands over her neck, grasping her nape. “Taking what I want.”

Her hands come up to my shoulders, nails digging in through my coat. “Now?”

“Stay still.” I grab the neckline of her dress, gently pulling the fabric down, as well as her bra, exposing her puckered nipples. I squeeze each breast in my hands, latching onto the hard bud, sucking her nipple to the roof of my mouth. She gives a soft moan when I twirl my tongue around her areola before licking her other nipple, tasting what’s mine.

Fuck, what this woman does to me.

I’m growling as I pop my mouth off her nipple, sealing my lips over hers, kissing her firmly. Hard. Passionate. Hungry. Her tongue is twirling with mine and she’s hiding nothing from me. Her transparency—vulnerability—burns within me, freeing me to be myself.

She wants me; I feel that in the hard press of her lips against mine.

My breath deepens, my muscles flexing, clenching and unclenching with the race of my heart. Claim her. I clasp my hand around her nape, struggling to stay present, not allowing my real desires to rise. The urge to push her face against the blacked-out window and to drive into her until I made her weak overwhelms me, yet with a grunt, I force the thought away.

She begins grinding against my erect shaft, and I’m kissing my way over to her neck and nibbling there, relishing her desperate moans. Urgent to feel all of her, I run my hand up her thigh, pushing her dress closer to her hips and inching my way toward her sex.

When I touch silky flesh, I break the kiss, looking between her thighs, finding she’s wearing black lingerie, garters and all. “Is this the something sexy I asked you to wear?” I pull on the garter, slapping the band against her leg.

“Well, you bought the dress, so I bought the lingerie.” She arches her brows, skin flushed. “Do you like them?”

I grasp her hip, shifting her against my hard cock. “What do you think?”

Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she moans. She’s wanting to please me…to be the woman she thinks will make me happy…to be the woman I desire, and now I’m reeling. Like she’s always done, she’s stripping me bare, layer by layer. “Is this what you want, Allie?” I squeeze my fingers tightly on her nape, pressing her harder against my cock, feeding her the pleasure she’s craving. “What you need?”

“Yes…” She fights against my hand, arching her back, filling my vision with perfect round breasts.

She’s offering herself to you. Take her.

My vision is blurring, my chest squeezing, when I cup the side of her head, bringing her gaze to mine. “Do you know what I want, Allie? What would please me most?”