Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

She looked so vulnerable. I couldn’t ask her to choose.

I nodded. “Promise.” I squeezed her, one hand on her waist, the other on her thigh. “I’m going to fix this, but I can’t account for him. If he pushes me too far, I’ll be forced to act. You know that.”

I saw her swallow as she stared at her lap.

“I want you,” I told her again. “And I don’t care what your name is, and I don’t care who your parents are or how much money you have or don’t have. I just want you, upstairs, and dressed in nothing but my sheets.”

A beautiful, small smile pulled at her lips. “I won’t be Banks tonight?”

I shook my head. “And I’m not Kai.”

“Just for tonight?”

I nodded, loving our little game. “Just for tonight.”

She stood up and slowly pulled all of her hair over her shoulder. “The dress is a corset.” She turned her back to me. “Will you help me unlace it before I go upstairs?”

My heart pumped harder.

I ran my hand down the criss-crossed lacing and pulled out the string tucked into the dress. Untying it, I pulled the long, black lace out of a few loops and then worked my fingers up her spine, loosening the laces. My body was wracked with pleasure. I loved undressing her.

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The dress slowly began to fall down, more of her slender back coming into view, and I reached my hand inside, feeling her nakedness.

There was nothing. No bra, no panties, no slip, nothing but her, completely pure and beautiful and innocent underneath the dress.

The gown fell to the floor, and my cock throbbed and swelled. Her ass, her shoulders, her legs—golden skin that she sure as hell didn’t inherit from her father’s side glowing in the dim light.

She turned around, her eyes falling on my pants and the bulge growing there.

She started breathing faster, her gaze turning heated. “Fuck the sheets,” she whispered.

And she slid down, spread her legs, and straddled me. I groaned, unfastening and yanking open my jeans. I took out my cock and rubbed the tip up and down her length, finding her so wet already.

She lowered herself, hugging me close and moaning as I filled her.

Fuck. I grabbed her tits, covering the nipples with my mouth, one by one as she held the back of the chair and began moving in and out, rolling her hips faster and faster. She rode me, her moans and whimpers getting louder, and I leaned back, taking her ass in both hands and just fucking watched her.

God, I was lucky.

“So, do you still like me?” she asked, playing.

I laugh a little. I more than like you.

“I think I’ll keep you,” I told her instead. “And no one keeps me from you. Got it?”

I kissed her chin, trailing kisses along her jaw. “Not your father, not your brother, not your men.” I squeezed her ass again, pulling her in deep. “I want your smart-ass mouth.” I kissed her lips. “I want every memory you’re going to make from now on.” I kissed her forehead. “And I want this.” I gripped her, yanking her into me as I bit her neck. “In the car, on this table at breakfast tomorrow, everywhere…”

Her body grew tense, and she wrapped her arms around me, bouncing faster and faster. “So, you do like me then?”

I smiled at her joke. Little shit.

“Yeah,” I told her. “I like you a lot.”

A lot.

I unbuttoned the collar of one shirt and pulled it off the hanger, slipping my arms into it. It was just after six in the morning, and I could smell the rain in the air as soon I woke up. I buttoned my shirt and walked to the bedside table, grabbing my phone and pausing when I saw the leather gloves she always wore laying next to the lamp.