Mrs. Fong returned with their drinks and Symone did her damnedest to ignore the dull throbbing occurring at her center. The tops of her inner thighs were damp with her desire. Monster did more for her with his words than any man had done with an assortment of toys and a long dick. That was saying a lot, given her past profession. This connection he refused to let be dueled was changing her, whether she wanted it to or not.
* * * *
The disbelief he saw in her eyes acted as fuel, propelling him forward. He needed her to believe she was worthy of everything he planned on giving her. She’d told him enough to paint a grim picture of her past. He couldn’t erase that time, but he could offer her a bright future. He wasn’t ignorant enough to believe it was all about her. This was for him too. His redemption. If he could repair what was broken inside her, just maybe, he could start on his own soul.
In many ways, she seemed younger. The joy and wonderment she expressed as she tried new dishes placed more cracks in the glacier that had formed around his heart. She made him feel human again. It was an experience he cherished. For so long he’d wandered around like the undead. Still functioning, moving on his feet, but feeling next to nothing.
As they finished their meal, he struggled with the wicked thoughts running through his mind. He wanted to taste her, brand her, and addict her to him, so she’d never even think of leaving. He was Gollum and she was his precious. The clubhouse was nowhere to get to know each other, but it’d been months since he set foot in the condo they’d purchased years ago with the insurance money from their parents.
She’s worth it.
Mind made up, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “You about ready to get out of here?”
“Yes, I couldn’t eat another bite if I wanted to.” She patted her belly. “This was amazing, thank you for bringing me here.” Her eyes were alight with happiness.
The small glow in her eyes and her smile made his heart skip a beat. It was the most relaxed and sincere he’d ever seen her be. She didn’t strike him as someone who let her guard down often. This small show of faith was a huge deal. “Remember this, the next time I ask you to take a chance on a new experience.”
“The look in your eyes tells me this next adventure won’t be tame.”
“Did you want it to be?”
She inclined her head. “I think I’m ready to accept everything you have to offe
r me today.”
“Be careful, babe. I could offer a lot.” He removed his wallet, tossed a few bills on the table and stood. “Come on, let’s take another ride.” He placed a hand on the small of her back and gave her a swift once-over. In jeans that hugged her like the lover her wanted to be and a form fitting black t-shirt, she was slaying him. His jeans grew tighter and his body temperature spiked. He welcomed the wind and the distraction that came with the trip across town.
He pulled up in front of the white three-tiered building with glass railings. Slick and modern, it’d been a home most people dreamed of having. They’d bought out the other residents with club money and used it as a place for people to crash when they needed. He cut the engine and removed his helmet.
“Is this your place?”
“My brother and I own it. We bought it after the fire with the insurance money. It’s easy to become an emancipated minor when your P leans on the local judge.”
“Do you stay here?” she asked.
“No, mostly I stay at the club. It’s just easier.” He shrugged.
“But you brought me here now.”
He could practically see the apprehension building up inside her.
“Because you deserve better than some subpar bedroom tucked away among the chaos that comes with DD.”
She crossed her arms and leaned back. “What are you expecting from me, Monster?”
“Whatever you’re willing to give and no more.” He ran his thumb across her petal-soft lips. “I want to make you feel good, babe. Show you how it’s supposed to be when a man is worshipping your body and living to see you take your pleasure.”
I’m losing her.
Her eyes grew shuttered and her face lost its softness.
Fuck that.
He snapped the chinstrap and open removed her helmet. He buried his fingers in her hair and held her in place as he attacked her lips, nibbling, licking, and willing her to feel the fire between them. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and explored every inch he could.
Her body went limp. She leaned heavily on him and whimpered.
Got you.