Slice of Desire, page 7
“Pay up, man.”
I glance back, watching Nate hang his head. “What?”
With a huff he glances up, dark eyes glaring at me. “Tyson bet me a twenty you’d get jealous the first time she walked off with someone.”
This seriously can’t be what these fucks are doing down here all damn day.
“You can’t be here!”
My head snaps around at the outburst, but it isn’t Serenity’s voice carrying across the room. A pretty brunette with a rose-gold collar is lunging at Chad, and a raven-haired man wraps his arm around her waist to hold her back.
“Good luck, buddy,” Tyson calls, but I’m already jogging over. The brunette is still irate, jabbing a finger in his direction as Chad chuckles and backs up. The guy holding her back tightens his grip, dipping his head to say something I can’t hear as I approach.
Serenity catches my gaze, but she looks as lost as I feel at the spectacle. “What’s going on here?”
The woman jabs a finger towards Chad, her maroon lanyard spinning in front of her. “He cannot be in here! David, let go already!”
Shit, I didn’t even realize the guy is David. I never talked to him a whole lot, but I vaguely remember seeing him at the club years ago as a newbie. He finally picks her up and sets her on the other side of him, creating a barrier between her and Chad. “Myla, calm down.”
“I will not,” she all but growls, and ferocious gray eyes swivel my way. “You let him join?”
I raise a brow. “Technically Serenity helped with his paperwork.”
“Yeah, Myla,” Chad taunts, and everyone’s gaze turns back to him. The questioning look in David’s gaze hardens, the confusion morphing to protection in a matter of words. “I’m within my rights to be in this club.”
“You’re as bad as Liam,” she growls, and I’m lost on what’s going on. “You were the whole reason he thought it was okay to abuse me.”
Chad’s gaze hardens, and David looks ready to fight him. Things are quickly escalating towards a fight, and there are people watching us.
Serenity looks torn, her eyes flickering between Myla and Chad. “Is that true?”
“Of course it is,” Myla snaps, trying for a second time to work her way past David. “I let someone else’s words put more value on me than my own opinion.”
I watch the two of them, trying to figure out who’s speaking the truth. I don’t really know Myla, but I remember David being pretty determined to protect anyone he partnered with. His hard blue eyes glare at Chad, who just smirks in response.
Clicking on the headset I wear when on the floor, I listen for someone to pick up. “Yo.”
“Russell, we might need-”
“Hey, no damage,” Chad says, interrupting before I can finish my sentence. “If little Myla here is still that unsure of herself that she needs me to dip for the night, I can do that. For her comfort of course.”
“You don’t do anything for her comfort,” David snaps, and I can feel things ramping up again. “She doesn’t need anything from the likes of you.”
“Enough,” I interrupt, glancing around. We’ve definitely drawn a crowd. “David, take Myla to the second office down the hall.”
He frowns. I know he knows which room I’m talking about. “Why-”
“Just do it,” I growl, glancing at Serenity. She’s being completely unhelpful, staring at Chad with a mixture of disappointment and confusion. He’s staring back, that grin still in place as he completely ignores the glare Myla is shooting him. “Now.”
David looks ready to fight me, his shoulders tense and hands clenched, but after a beat of uncomfortable silence he caves and wraps an arm around Myla again. She’s still spitting mad, but he manages to guide her away without anything else happening.
Chad can’t take a hint, reaching out to grasp Serenity’s hand. She’s stiff, but the crease in her brows relaxes when he kisses the back of her hand. “Sit tight, pup. It’s a misunderstanding.”
“It sounded like an accusation,” I argue, and he huffs before glancing at me. “Security is the highest priority here. We don’t take allegations lightly.”
“She’s just mad, man. Nothing to fuss about.” He lets go of Serenity’s hand to draw a circle near the side of his head, repeating the motion several times. “She’s a little unhinged up there if you know what I mean.”
“I don’t,” I tell him bluntly, glancing around. People are openly staring, and that jab at Myla won’t go unnoticed. That’s just great. “Serenity, go chat with Myla and David about what the issue is.”
“What?” There’s a guarded look in her eyes, and I can tell she’s trying to hide her emotions. “Why don’t you?”
“I’m going to have a chat with Chad,” I reply, smacking him on the shoulder. It's harder than it needs to be, and he glares at the action.
Serenity sputters, her blush returning. “I can handle-”
“Myla and David,” I stress to her, narrowing my eyes. “Since Chad here is interested in you, it would be a conflict. So go talk to them.”
Her eyes look between us, and I can’t help wondering if she hadn’t realized he was into her. It’s doubtful, but maybe she didn’t know what he wanted exactly. This is a sex club, so if she’s hoping for something outside of primal urges, she needs to lower her standards. A lot of the members here aren’t looking for commitment.
And if Chad is anything like Myla claims, he doesn’t belong here.
She throws up her hands. “I can separate business and pleasure.”
Wonderful, she’s fighting. Usually I like getting into a bit of banter with her, but it looks bad while half the club looks on. If he wasn’t behind me I’d glance at Nate to gauge how bad this is going. So far things haven’t gotten out of control with an altercation with a member during business hours, but no one’s been bold enough to try and approach Serenity before either.
I step closer to her, sidestepping Chad, and get in her face. “Humor me, Doe Eyes. He’s already got eyes on you. Let me have a peek.”
She hesitates, seeming to have some inner fight over my words, before she finally gives me a nod and flattens her lips to a hard line. “Fine.”
I wait until she’s halfway across the room before I nod to Chad. “This way.”
“Hey man, it’s really not necessary-”
“You’re going to walk with me, Chad,” I tell him tightly, watching as a frown creases his brow, “and not fight with me about it if you plan to come back into this club.”
He scoffs, but there’s no more arguing when I move to cross the room. There’s another small room that we use for anyone signing into a partnership, as it’s a different contract than simply joining the club. I suggested to Serenity she take one of the rooms and we’ll take the other.
If there’s any weight to Myla’s accusations, we might be banning him as is. I’m not exactly disappointed, but we have to know if there’s truth behind the words. Just because whoever Liam is treated her poorly, it doesn’t necessarily mean Chad is the same way.
Unfortunately.
8 Emeric
Dealing with Chad was a necessary evil, and after Serenity chatted with David and Myla the best decision was to send all three home for the evening to see what to do next.
That upset Myla’s two friends, which sent a crowd to the office demanding answers. Serenity’s skills finally came in handy, and I more or less just sat there while she soothed the concerns of way too many people.
Nothing even happened to Myla. Not here at least. Serenity is the one people should be concerned about.
When the office is finally empty, I shake my head at my co-manager. “He can’t come back here.”
“Stop it,” she snaps, crossing back to her desk. “It’s all more or less hearsay. Myla’s experiences stem from an ex, not Chad. He didn’t do anything.”
After listening to the story of Myla, I can’t say that’s a good thing. “That would be the problem, Doe Eyes. He should’ve stepped in and didn’t. He doesn’t seem to care all that much for safety.”
“You’re just cranky that I didn’t want to stand around with you all night.”
I snort, and she glances up at me. “I didn’t offer. We need to be united on this problem, Serenity. If he’s going to cause issues-”
“If,” she barks. “You don’t know if he will.”
I roll my eyes. “If you want to fuck him, do it without involving every member of the club. I’d recommend staying within the walls of the club for safety, but-”
“I didn’t say I want to fuck him,” she growls, cutting me off. “But it’d be nice if people stopped butting in to what I want to do with my life.”
Frowning, I press my lips together. I seriously doubt whatever her deal is has to do with just tonight, but I don’t want to dig either. She’s emotionally distraught over something, I can see it in her eyes when she finally stops venting and just looks at me. Something’s troubling her and I feel like it’s more than what’s happening with Jo and Vinny, but I’m not close enough to ask her what it is. She’d just get all defensive again.
“Men always think they get to have an opinion on what I do,” she goes on, and I slowly straighten up in my chair. I think I accidentally cracked open a trigger for her. “You’re trying to tell me to stay away from Chad. Chad’s trying to warn me away from you and David.”
“Wait, why David-”
“And my Dad thinks I need to marry some rich little twat so I’m not wandering around single,” she goes on, my concerns getting lost with the rise of her voice. “One bad thing happens to my cousin and he thinks the solution to all our problems is to have me marry someone. I can’t possibly get hurt if I’m married. That would never happen.”
The sarcasm in her voice is thick enough I can almost cut it with a knife. So I jump on the first point I can, trying to diffuse whatever spiral she’s going down. “Your Dad’s trying to marry you off?”
“Yes,” she growls, slamming her bag on the desk. “He’s not particularly concerned with who. He just wants me to live a boring, safe little life.”
I glance at her face, letting my gaze drag across her body, too. Serenity doesn’t dress like she wants “safe and boring.” She isn’t as brazen as Callie or as covered as Anita prefers to be, but she has her own look. It’s definitely fashion forward if the name brands on her bags and clothes are anything to go by. She might be done up like a doll, but she’s more like the haunted jewelry box that’s hiding in your attic than the doll sitting on a shelf.
There’s a fire in her. Way too much to be wasted on some bland little life. She’s ten years younger than me, but her mannerisms and her attitude sometimes make me forget there’s that much of a gap between us.
“Then make it exciting,” I say with a shrug. “Do something for you that no one else can control.”
Something flashes in her eyes, and I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. She not-so-discreetly rubs her thighs together, and I wonder if what happened downstairs is the reason she’s worked up, or if she just likes to argue that much. “That’s not a bad idea.”
“You should know by now, Doe Eyes, I’m full of good ideas.”
The irritation in her gaze reappears, but it disappears quickly when she digs her teeth into her lip. The annoyance quickly shifts to embarrassment and I wonder where her mind has gone. “I… have an idea.”
“Well,” I grumble, leaning back in the chair, “I’m so eager to hear how you’re going to take control of your life.”
She hesitates a moment before walking towards me, her heels clicking on the floor. I watch her approach with half lidded eyes, my brain trying to figure out what new level of hell this is.
Tormenting her downstairs is fun, but it isn’t serious either. Serenity might be fun to roll around in the sheets with, but that could get messy fast if we’re going to be working together for a while still.
She stops in front of me, but instead of staying there she leans forward and grabs the arm of my chair, spinning me so I’m directly facing her. I raise a brow, staring up into her dark brown eyes as I wait for her next move.
Chances are high she’s going to slap me. But her next move makes me question why she didn’t in the first place.
Her lips crash down against mine, her kiss feverish and desperate for something. I’m stunned, unsure how to compare the woman kissing me to the girl who walks around half the time looking uncomfortable and uncertain. They’re like night and day.
Catching her waist in my hands, I debate pushing her back. Her lips feel exceptional against mine, soft and desperate as her hands rip at my shirt. It would be a much better idea to shove her back and stop this now.
Instead, I drag her down on my lap. Unlike my teasing when she was gripping the pole, I can’t control what she feels from me. She’s going to get the full effect of my cock in a few moments whether or not she wants to.
Pinning her to my lap, I release one hip to tangle my hand in her hair, her kisses becoming sloppy. There’s the taste of strawberry on her lips before I feel her hips move, severing all other trains of thought.
She’s going to feel amazing. She’s wearing another flirty skirt so it’ll be easy to reach in and make her feel good. Her hands desperately claw at my shirt, her hips moving again a little awkwardly, before she grabs my hand with one of her own.
When she leans back, her voice is breathy. “Touch me, Emeric.”
I chuckle, turning to kiss along her throat. She’s desperate and needy, which will make her fun to tease. I’m sure the fallout of this will be a nightmare, so I want to enjoy as much of this as I can.
“You’re eager, little one,” I growl at her, and she bites into her lip again. “Don’t rush things-”
“No,” she says, but her voice wobbles this time. I can’t tell if it's nerves or need. “Please. I need your fingers.”
“Look at you being assertive,” I coo, raising a brow. “But rushing won’t make you feel as good. I’m not going to just bang you in five minutes and be done.”
She whimpers, rocking her hips again. The movement is less awkward now, like she needed to find her groove. “Please. I need you. Just touch me.”
The desperation in her voice makes me think she’s needing a release, so I give in and decide I’ll make her pay for it a little later when she’s under me. I’ll give her one orgasm and make her beg again for the next since she’s so greedy and eager.
Skimming my hand over her ass, I grab the cheek and watch as she hisses through her teeth. “Which part got to you, Doe Eyes? All that dancing, the teasing, or the tension building between us?”
Her teeth dig into her lip again, like she hates the answer. “All?”
I chuckle. “That’s my girl.”
Dragging my hand around to the front of her thigh, I slide it beneath her skirt. Her fingers briefly tighten on my shirt before relaxing, some of the lust in her gaze beginning to fade. For some reason she’s nervous about what she’s asking for.
Briefly, I wonder if all my virgin jokes are true. But she’s literally begging me to touch her, and if she was that innocent she wouldn’t be on top of me demanding what she wants.
I kiss her again, letting my other hand hold her hair once more. Her fingers drag across my chest, nails catching my nipples through the shirt, and I growl into her mouth. Her lips are soft when I drag my tongue across them again, and when she opens up I dive inside.
Her pussy is dripping, and I tease her over some sort of silky thong as she grinds on me. My cock is hard and straining beneath her, and I slip my hand inside her underwear to tease along her lips.
She gasps into my mouth, tightening her hold. Her head fights against the hand in her hair, and I ease up slightly as I glide higher to pinch her clit. “Hard. I want you to finger fuck me hard.”
“You’re in a demanding mood.”
Her eyes meet mine, and there’s no question there. “Hard, Emeric. Drive your fingers into me, please. I need to feel you without mercy.”
Her words go right to my cock, and I’m already imagining laying her down in here and fucking her on every surface. I nearly go slow, deciding to ignore her pleas, but those desperate eyes convince me otherwise.
I notch two fingers just inside her, catching her sharp breath. Shoving deep, I -
There’s a brief moment of resistance before my fingers are deep inside her, and reality slams into me as I jerk my head back from her.
A hymen. She had an intact fucking hymen.
And I just broke it with my goddamn hand.
Serenity goes stiff above me, her hands digging painfully into the sides of my neck. I glare up at her, refusing to move any part of me further in this moment. There’s a tiny bit of pain in her gaze, but the guilt I want to see isn’t there.
I tighten the other hand in her hair until she winces. “You fucking didn’t.”
9 Serenity
He’s mad. The lust in his eyes morphs into disbelief before it sinks to rage.
I twitch on his hand, his palm still cupping me as he holds me in place. The grip on my hair is tight, and if I move around too much it’s uncomfortable.
That stung more than I thought it would initially, but Emeric is doing nothing to ease the ache. I got emotionally charged talking to him, bickering with him, and after his weird reaction downstairs this seemed like a great idea.
Of course, that was without factoring in his reaction. The virginity thing is a huge conflict for me, and I needed someone to take care of it so no one can continue holding it over my head. Emeric is handsome and a downright wet dream, so I figured if I used his hand over his dick I’d feel less emotionally connected in the fallout of this.
I just wanted to get rid of it.
I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry as we sit in suspended silence, the tension thick between us. “Please.”
He frowns, leaning in closer to me. There’s only a breath between us, and if he didn’t have such a hold on my hair I’d be able to kiss him. “Please, what, little one?”
