21
Marcus needed this kiss, to taste her sweet strawberry lips and feel her warm skin all over again.
Earlier in the evening when Donna Marie had informed him that Rory entered the club alone, his temper spiked too nuclear.
Trying to remain calm, he considered the possibility that she would arrive later, so he waited. Then two hours slipped away and she still hadn’t shown up.
So he stormed into the Verto Veneri bar, searching for her dickhead boyfriend, Rory. The arrogant shit was flirting like a pimple faced, horny teenager with none other than Jacqueline Simpson, the same girl he fucked last week.
The two were entwined in a passionate embrace and giggling like lovebirds in the honeymoon phase. Marcus didn’t care one iota that he was interrupting.
He needed to know where Lana was, and he needed answers right that very second.
Marcus towered over them. “You’re meant to be here with your partner, Mr. O’Hare,” Marcus had growled.
Rory’s eyes shot upwards to greet the tall brawny man whose face was impassive.
“My girlfriend isn’t feeling well. She stayed at home. I didn’t think it would be a problem if I came along anyway.”
The ballbag had the audacity to run his fingers along Jacqueline’s naked thigh, towards her hidden panties.
An odd twinge in his chest forced a cough. He tried to push down the pang of worry for Lana’s well-being, remaining unreadable as always.
The beautiful woman who slept in the same bed as the fucker touching up another woman, was at home alone.
He was used to couples experimenting—that’s what the foundation of his club was built upon. But those couples were in it together. Both partners took part. “She’s ill? How sick?”
“Eh, yeah. Women crap. Sore tummy or something.” Rory shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t care.
The asshole was enjoying his freedom while Lana was ill. Selfish fucking prick. His blood had boiled, the temperature seething under the surface of Marcus’s steely stare.
There was no point kicking Rory out on his ass. He would have scurried home with his tail between his legs. Or maybe he would have left with his new girlfriend and gone elsewhere else.
Either way, he couldn’t run the risk of Rory going back to Lana, not when he wanted to see her again. One more time. The compulsion was overwhelming.
“Next event you attend, bring your partner. This isn’t a speed dating venue,” he snapped, turned on his heels and strode away.
That was an hour ago, and now he was finally with the blue-eyed woman who haunted his every thought and made him feel reckless.
A one true light to his constant darkness.
“Lift your arms,” he commanded.
Lana obliged, raising her hands high and letting him tug the tank top over her head, casting it to the floor in a heap.
Her eyes squeezed shut briefly and her pretty pink lips parted. In that second, she looked even more beautiful. If at all possible.
Just as quickly as her eyelids fluttered closed, they flicked open, gifting him with bluest gaze deeper than the most tranquil lagoon. Those enchanting eyes awakened the beast within him, the crystal depths pleading him to claim her.
His nails scraped across the soft skin on her hourglass waist when she nudged into his groin with urgency. A seductive smile curled the corners of her pretty mouth.
A feral urge to strip her naked and bend her over the counter, grew to a necessity. The liquid lust surging through his veins was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His appetite was raging out of control, his breathing erratic as she moaned into his mouth.
He ripped his mouth away, the savage rush of blood to his dick unbearable. Perky breasts sat proudly before him, soft and full, teasing his restraint.
When she arched her spine, he gave up the fight to resist and took a nipple between his teeth. He cupped her breast and bit down hard, then sucked until she shook.
The gratifying sensation caused a violent chain reaction of shivers to cover every inch of her bare flesh. Goosebumps scattered in waves, jumping from her body to his.
It was powerful and sexy as fuck. At that moment, her body was the cure to his loneliness.
She felt like home.
This is what he came here for. To have this woman all to himself, for one night and then he could walk away, like he always did.