Deliciously Damaged (Reckless Bastards MC 3)

I stopped examining t

he room and turned my attention back to the blonde in front of me. She seemed to be taking in the room and by her slight trembling, I could tell she was more than a little excited.

Good.

My eyes raked down the blonde standing in front of me. Her dress was so tight it had the illusion of being painted on her curvy body. Her breasts were almost completely exposed between the two strips that contained them and there were cutouts at the waist, showing off her perfectly tanned skin.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Chapter Two

“Will you do everything I say?” I asked, dragging my eyes back to hers. Her eyes were wide, almost a little nervous-looking.

She nodded.

“Good. Take off your dress,” I instructed, testing her obedience. I’d just met her—barely remembered her name—so I knew I would have to control myself and not do anything that would land me on some gossip site.

She reached around her back and unzipped the dress. She paused a moment and then shimmied out of it, revealing her entire naked body.

“No panties?” I asked, a slow smile spreading across my face.

Just as I’d expected…

She shook her head and bit her lip, looking a little guilty, like she had just been caught being naughty. My cock throbbed as I watched her. She was tall, especially in her ridiculous heels—those could stay on, I thought to myself—and her body was fit and toned, with nice curves. Her breasts were definitely fake, but they had been nicely done. I had seen much, much worse.

I had come straight from the office and was still wearing my suit. I’d ditched the tie in the car, but still had my jacket. I peeled it off my shoulders and tossed it onto a chair that was sitting at an angle by the front door. The blonde watched me as I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. My cock was pulsing as I stared at the girl, but I took my time undressing, resisting the urge to simply unzip and plunge into her.

That wasn’t how I operated.

I wanted to make her wait, to show her that I was the one in control.

She stepped towards me, her heels clicking on the floor. She reached for my belt but I grabbed her wrist and held her, not letting her touch me—not yet. The smell of her perfume and desire mingled in my nose and I needed more. I released her wrist and grabbed her by the hips. I spun her around and pressed her against the wall. She moaned as my hands roved down the front of her body while I ground my stiff cock against her through the tight fabric of my suit pants. I felt her stiff nipples and rolled them between my thumb and fingers, twisting until she gasped, and then releasing them.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her words barely a whisper as she panted.

“Whatever I want,” I growled into her ear. “Are you okay with that?”

Before she could answer, I slid a hand down her flat stomach and dipped between her moist folds, teasing the little bundle of nerves. She gasped and I smiled as she nodded, silently agreeing to my terms.

“Yes, please,” she moaned as I toyed with her wet pussy lips.

“Good,” I said in her ear. I turned her head and nibbled at the tender flesh as my fingers worked her into a frenzy. She was panting and heaving against the wall. I pressed into her, my cock desperately straining to get out of my pants and into her tight pussy.

She sucked in a breath and I knew she was getting close. I brought her just to the edge. Her long nails clawed down the wall and I knew it wouldn’t take much more. She moaned out and then I stopped. I pulled away and started to remove my pants.

“Keep going,” she panted.

“Not yet,” I replied, still tugging at my belt.

She let out a frustrated moan and melted against the wall. She stayed there for a moment, and then turned around and braced against it as she watched me undress. Her eyes got even wider as I released my cock and it sprang to full attention.

I smiled at her obvious admiration.

“Get on the bed.” She crossed the room and I stared at her firm ass, loving the seductive sway to her bare hips with each step, her heels still on her feet.

The room was set up like any standard hotel room. The walls were gold, the furniture a soft, taupe-colored suede. But the focal point was the bed, king-sized and draped in white bedding. There was a large dresser on one wall, a TV—no doubt stocked with porn—and an en suite bathroom.

I stared at the blonde as she lowered to the bed and lay back. She propped up on her elbows and watched me, licking her lips while she waited for her next set of instructions.