Page 55 of Shattered Veil
The idea of taking her in the dark with only the glittering, reflective glow of snowflakes has my cock so hard, I’m making deals with the devil on my shoulder to get what I want.
I don’t know where any of this is coming from. No woman paid to suck my cock and go away has made me look back a second time. Yet Ella’s dazzling smile every morning waking me up and her soft laugh as we talk over breakfast have me questioning my reality.
Did that plane fly into a chemtrail and rearrange my soul?
But another honest point I need to reconcile is that her father has stopped me from crossing the line with her. That man has darkness behind his eyes, and it’s shocking Ella doesn’t see it.
That’s her dad, I get it. It took me years to see my father for the monster he really is.
Fuck, I can’t push this away anymore.
Ella looks so lovely sitting there. Her rich, mahogany hair and dark brown eyes sing to me. And for all that strikes me about her, she’s utterly ordinary. She doesn’t stand out, and that suits me just fine. The glam look of an expensive whore lost its luster. I want real. And Ella fits that bill.
She fitsme.
As if she’s attuned to me, she lifts those beautiful eyes when I get close. She drinks me in, and her smile lights me up like no other woman.
Paid or not.
“What’s up?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.
Without thinking, I grasp her tiny wrist, the pulse beneath the butterfly tattoo dancing against my fingers.
“Can I talk to you?”
She hesitates for a moment but then nods. “Sure.”
I help her out of the seat and steer her down a quiet hallway that leads to the pool.
“Is everything okay?” Ella’s eyes look tired, a little red, and her makeup is smudged.
Fuck, it’s almost nine o’clock at night. Her obviousexhaustion gives me pause because I’m revved up and ready to launch. Is this a mistake?
“Depends.” My gaze lowers to her body.
That cute short skirt and tight sweater caught my eye this morning, and I feel like shit for asking if she’s wearing the same clothes over and over.
That scumbag making her run off and leave everything behind stirs an irrational deadly fire in me that I see in my brothers’ gazes every day.
Bloodlust I thought I was immune from. Now I see I just needed a woman of my own to light the fuse.
“Depends on what?” Ella responds coyly.
“How do you feel if I sleep in your room tonight?” I can’t bottle up what I feel for her anymore.
I’m tired of dreaming of her every night, reliving our hours lost in pleasure in that L.A. hotel room. I’ve had enough of walking around rock hard, aching in frustration with every pulse of my cock for her.
“You know there’s only one bed.” She swallows, her throat working.
“I know.” My sight goes hazy for a moment, picturing her swallowing my cum one more time.
“If we’re in the same bed, I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.” She sucks in a breath. “And I thought we shouldn’t... You’re my boss now. It’s...wrong, right?”
“What if I take the choice away from you?” The need to kiss her again is almost unbearable.
Cute white teeth sink into her lower lip. With bright pink cheeks, she says softly, “I... I didn’t want to be alone tonight.”
Fuck, all the time I’ve wasted worrying about this and I could have stripped that short skirt off those luscious thighs and buried my head between them sooner.