Beauty in Lingerie: Lingerie #2 Page 11

  “Not in a room full of people.”

  “Ashamed of me, huh?” I whispered, knowing that couldn’t be true.

  “I just don’t want men to get off to it.”

  “Honestly, I think the women are more likely to get off to it…”

  He rubbed his nose against mine. “You’re a very jealous woman.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  His eyes narrowed as he challenged me.

  “And you’re one to talk.”

  “I’m not jealous. I’m just very possessive of my things.”

  “That’s the exact definition of jealousy…”

  “No, you’re thinking of greed. I’m very greedy. I have something that I don’t want anyone else to have. It’s not because I care for it. It’s simply because I like having something that others don’t.”

  “That’s not greedy. That’s just being an asshole.”

  The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “I am an asshole.”

  My hand moved to his thigh under the table. I slowly inched toward his waist until I felt the bulge in his jeans. His long cock was perfectly outlined, and he didn’t flinch in shame for having a hard-on in the middle of a club.

  My fingertips slid over his thickness and moved to the base.

  He kept his eyes on me, watching me feel him up under the table. “Maybe you should wait until we get home.”

  “Maybe you should kiss me.”

  His hand cupped the back of my head, and his fingers touched my hair. “Why do you want me to kiss you so bad, Muse?”

  “Why don’t you want to kiss me? You say I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, right?”

  He tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear, his eyes focusing on my lips. “Yes.”

  “Then prove it.”

  “I think I am proving it.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his hard-on through his jeans. “Immensely.”

  My hand glided up his chest, and I leaned in to press my lips against his. He didn’t resist me, and his eyes became lidded. But I planted a kiss on his jaw instead, trailing kisses all the way to his neck. My hand explored his chest as my plump lips devoured him, treasuring his body with my wet tongue. My mouth migrated to his ear, and I breathed into his canal. “Kiss me, Conway. Don’t make me ask you again.”

  This time, he gripped the back of my hair and yanked on it so he could kiss me the way he wanted—deep, hard, and rough. His lips nearly bruised mine as he devoured me, crushed me against him. The beginning was intense, but then his kiss turned soft. Just as it was when we were in bed together, it was gentle and purposeful, with him feeling my lips rather than crushing them. His fingertips stopped yanking on my hair and started to caress the strands.

  I wanted to undress him then and there and have him, take him deep inside me. In the beginning, I saw him as a cruel captor who treated me like a prisoner. But now I found myself wanting him as much as he wanted me. I wanted his attention, his affection. I wanted him to make me feel good just as he did before.

  He moaned into my mouth, the vibration evident against my tongue. The music was too loud overhead for us to hear each other, but I could feel his intensity through his touch. The heat cranked higher and higher, and his cock was about to burst through his jeans.

  He suddenly ended the kiss and turned his face away.

  My nails dug into his shirt in response, unsatisfied that the kiss was over.

  His jaw was clenched hard.

  “Let’s go home.”

  He glanced at Vanessa and her date.

  “She’s a grown woman, Conway. You need to let it go.” I slid out of the other side of the booth without waiting for him. I rose to a stand, my heels sky-high and painful.

  He looked me up and down, his mind switching to sex once more.

  “Well, I’m leaving. Good night.” I turned around and walked away, knowing he would stare at my ass the entire time.

  And as I expected, he appeared behind me an instant later. His arm circled my waist, and he walked me out of the club, parting the crowd with his distinctiveness. Once we were outside, the cool air was a nice change compared to the room stifling with body heat. The breeze immediately licked the sweat off my skin.

  His arm pulled me in tighter as we walked down the sidewalk together in the darkness. I used to walk down these sidewalks all the time when I picked up food or did my laundry. I used to head back to my hotel and watch TV every night because I had nothing else to do. But now my life was completely different.

  We entered the building he owned and stepped inside the large garage with the single car. But he didn’t walk to the blacked-out SUV. Instead, he headed to the elevator and pressed the button with his forefinger.

  “Where we are going?”

  All he did was stare.

  The doors opened and we stepped inside. He hit the button for the top floor, and the door closed.

  “If your place is on the top—”

  He pressed me against the wall of the elevator and kissed me the way he had at the leather booth. But this time, it was harder—fiercer. He gripped my hips and pressed his chest against my tits. His mouth moved to my jawline and neck, and he yanked up my dress to reveal my black thong underneath. My leg was pulled around his waist, and he ground against me, pressing his hard-on right against my clit.

  Felt so damn good.

  “Conway…” My head rolled back as I let him kiss my neck. I felt the wonderful friction between my legs, the strength of his raging hard-on. His girth felt so good, so deep and thick. I ground back against him and dug my nails into his shoulders.

  Why the fuck was this elevator moving so slow?

  The elevator finally stopped and the doors opened.

  Instead of waiting for me to walk, he lifted me into his arms and carried me into the apartment. He dropped me on the couch with a deep thud and then yanked my panties over my heels.

  Before I could reach for his jeans, they were already off and pushed to his thighs.

  “Conway.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me.

  He guided the head of his cock into my entrance then shoved himself inside me.

  It always hurt slightly, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort. I dug my nails into his ass and pulled him into me, taking in every inch until I felt his cock bump into my cervix.

  He pressed my leg against the back of the couch and pinned me into the corner. His hand moved to the back of my neck, and he gripped me as he thrust inside me. His balls smacked into my ass as he moved, tapping me over and over again.

  It was exactly what I wanted, to feel this strong man on top of me. My hands moved underneath his shirt and felt the rippling muscles of his physique. All the women had stared at him with lust in their eyes, but I was the woman who went home with him—every night.

  His eyes locked on to mine as he folded me underneath him. He rammed me hard, hitting me good and deep. Sweat collected on his body almost instantly, and I could feel his wildly beating heart under my palm.

  “Yes…like that.”

  He kept up the fast pace and pressed me deeper into the fabric of his couch. I was folded and bent in different ways because he did whatever was necessary to get as close to me as possible.

  He pressed his forehead to mine then kissed me—kissed me good.

  That’s when my pussy tightened around his length and I came all over him. “Conway…” My hand moved into the back of his hair, and I moaned against his mouth, writhing and slipping into euphoria.

  He rested his forehead against mine and gave his final thrusts, his cock thickening a little more just before release.

  Now I lived for his orgasms, I lived for his come. “Give me all of it…”

  He moaned against my lips just as he released. He gripped my lower back and pulled me tighter against him, getting his cock as deep inside as possible. He filled me with everything he had, mounds of come that felt warm and heavy. “Like that?”

  “Yes…” My legs were wide apart to a
ccommodate him, and my hands sank to his ass again. My nails cut into his skin because I couldn’t relax my knuckles. I loved the satisfied look in his eyes, the fact that he was pleased with the experience as well as his performance.

  “You love my come?”

  My fingertips felt his stubble. “Deeply.”

  He rubbed his nose against mine as he kept his dick inside me. He was soft now, but within a few minutes, he would be ready to go again. “More?”

  “Please.”

  He growled against my mouth. “Muse…”

  * * *

  Once the fucking was finally finished, he retrieved two glasses of water from the kitchen.

  I pulled my dress down but let my panties stay on the coffee table as I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The lights from the city glowed brightly, and it seemed like the world was at his feet. His building was slightly higher than the others, so it was easy to see the beautiful cathedrals.

  He handed me a glass of water.

  “Thank you.” I watched him as I drank, seeing the satisfied and tired expression in his eyes.

  He drank his and stayed beside me, standing in just his black boxers.

  “I like your place.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I haven’t seen much of it, but I like what I see.” It had an open kitchen and an enormous living room. He had a picturesque view on three sides of the building.

  “The rest of the rooms are just bedrooms and my office.”

  “What about the other floors?”

  “One is a personal gym.”

  “An entire floor?” I asked incredulously.

  “Yes.”

  “And the others?”

  He shrugged. “I didn’t do anything to them. They’re just empty apartments now.”

  “Wow…”

  “I’m a very private person.”

  “You don’t say,” I said with a chuckle.

  He drank the rest of his glass, his throat shifting as he downed the water. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. Even regular activities were sexy on a man like him. “We should get going.”

  “Why don’t we just sleep here tonight?”

  He set his empty glass on the table and grabbed his shirt from the floor. “I prefer Verona.”

  “Then why do you have this place?”

  “It’s closer to the office. When it snows, it’s easier just to come here.”

  “Is there a lot of snow in the winter?”

  “There can be.” He buttoned his shirt and then pulled on his jeans. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the screen. “Last year, we had a pretty harsh winter.”

  “What does Marco do in the stables then?”

  “Keeps the horses warm by bringing them into the barn.”

  I’d never worked in the snow before. I’d have to get some new gear.

  He returned his phone to his pocket and grabbed my thong from the table. “You want me to hold on to this for you?” He wrapped it around his fingers and rubbed it between his fingertips.

  My panties looked a lot better on him than they did on me. I set my glass down and pulled them from his hand. “How about we just stay here? This view is so gorgeous. You can see the whole city.”

  His playfulness immediately evaporated. “I said we’re going back to Verona. This isn’t a discussion.”

  And just like that, the connection between us was severed. Anytime I thought we were getting closer together, something came between us and he laid down the law. He reminded me what the relationship really was. He was the owner.

  I was the property.

  End of story.

  I didn’t hold back my look of disappointment.

  And Conway didn’t give a damn.

  He pulled on his shoes, and we left the apartment. My pussy was still full of his come, but now it didn’t feel so sexy. I suddenly felt more naked than I had before. It seemed like our passionate evening together meant nothing.

  Why did I ever think it meant anything?

  We returned to the garage and got into the SUV. Then Conway pulled on to the road and left Milan. The city disappeared behind us as we headed into the countryside. The farther we went, the darker the world became. Only the lights from villas and mansions could be seen from the road.

  I pulled my knees to my chest and stared out the window, doing my best to cut him out of my peripheral vision.

  Conway was quiet for most of the drive. “I didn’t mean to anger you.”

  “You didn’t.”

  “Seems that way.” His baritone was deeper when he spoke more quietly. Somehow, he seemed to say more when he said less. He had the sexiest voice I’d ever heard. Even if I didn’t know what his face looked like, that voice would turn me on by itself.

  “I’m disappointed in you.”

  “Because I wanted to go to Verona?” he asked incredulously. “Verona is a lot safer than Milan. I shouldn’t even have to explain myself, Muse. When I say something, you just need to listen.”

  “If I were just some random woman you’d picked up, you would have listened.”

  “What makes you think that?” he asked. “I told you women don’t sleep over, so that doesn’t make sense.”

  “But you still wouldn’t speak to her that way.”

  “You give me too much credit,” he whispered. “You think I’m only an ass to you. Trust me, I’m an ass to everyone.”

  “Then you should be ashamed of that.”

  “It’s who I am. And I’m not ashamed of who I am.”

  I concentrated my gaze out the window even harder.

  “You need to stop expecting me to treat you differently,” he said. “I’m not going to. That’s how it is.”

  “Yeah…I’m realizing that.”

  Conway didn’t say anything else, and we were quiet for the rest of the drive. We left the car in the roundabout then walked inside the house. I didn’t wait around for him, and I went straight to bed. I took off my heels and climbed to the third floor quickly, shutting the door behind me once I was in my bedroom.

  When I was finally alone, I released the breath I was holding.

  I didn’t understand why I was so upset with him. He didn’t want me to go out alone, and when some guy made a pass at me, he flipped out and made a scene about it. But he refused to give me any kind of special treatment. The second things didn’t go his way, he reminded me I had no voice.

  It was infuriating.

  Maybe he was right when he said he was just greedy and not jealous. Maybe he really was just an ass. Maybe I wanted to see the good in him because I knew he wasn’t evil. But just because he wasn’t evil didn’t mean he was good.

  I didn’t even wash my face before bed. I just pulled on a t-shirt and changed my panties before I got under the covers. The lamp was turned off, and I was swallowed by the darkness. I cleared my thoughts and stopped thinking about Conway and the night I had.

  When he touched me in that booth, I felt like the only woman that mattered. When he kissed me so passionately, it seemed like I was more than just some woman. He was possessive, and he never stopped wanting me. I didn’t even see him look at another woman—and beautiful women were everywhere.

  But maybe none of that meant anything.

  Maybe I didn’t mean anything.

  * * *

  I tossed and turned in bed, sweat covering my neck and back. My lips quivered with silent screams that couldn’t escape my throat. I tossed and turned constantly, shifting from left to right and twisting the sheets around my body.

  It was a nightmare.

  The worst one I’d ever had.

  I’d just left the bar where I worked and was headed down the sidewalk. My purse was over my shoulder, and my heart was racing because I knew what was about to happen before it even happened.

  I stopped in front of a pitch-black alleyway, knowing exactly what lurked in the shadows.

  I should just walk away, but I didn’t.

  The
n I heard the guttural sound of a man dying. Deadly moans escaped his lips every time a boot was kicked into his side. He was being beaten to death in the darkness, his moans growing louder until they stopped.

  I was relieved they stopped, but I also knew what that meant.

  Nathan was dead.

  Knuckles stepped out of the blanket of shadows, his tattoos covering his body and his blue eyes piercing. He circled me like a shark, owning the sidewalk since there was no other pedestrian in sight.

  He owned this city—so it was just the two of us.

  I couldn’t run.

  Blood was on his forearms and knuckles, my brother’s blood. He continued to circle, his smile wide and malicious. He lifted a forefinger and dragged it across my cheek, smearing blood across my skin. “I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart. And after you’re dead, I’ll fuck you again.”

  I bolted upright in bed, clutching my chest in desperation of trying to breathe. Sweat was stuck against the sheets, making them damp and sticky. My heart was beating so hard it hurt in my chest. I kicked the blankets off because I didn’t want anything touching me.

  I didn’t want to be in that bed anymore.

  I needed fresh air. I needed the sky. I needed somewhere that could make me feel free.

  The first place I wanted to run was Conway’s bedroom. There was no place in the world I felt safer than in his arms. But that idea immediately disappeared when I realized it wasn’t an option.

  Conway didn’t care if I had a nightmare.

  I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and headed to the first floor. The house was silent, pitch black and lonely. The sweat from my body stuck to my clothes, and I could feel it drip down my back. My heart was still racing even though I knew it was just a dream. But that dream felt more real than my reality. The only place I found peace was at the stables with the horses. When I was there, I didn’t have to think. I just worked until I was dead tired.

  That was the only thing that could get me through this.

  6

  Conway

  The alarm from my phone shrieked at top volume.