My Wicked Valentine (Club Wicked 1) (25 page)

Adam tried to run, but Isaac stopped him with a well-placed
kick to his gut. “Adam here was trying to take pictures of you inside of the
spider room. More specifically he was trying to take pictures of Lucia to use
as blackmail fodder.”

With a low groan Adam pushed to his feet. “Was not.”

Jesse rubbed his lips. “Let me get Hawk.”

He opened the door and yelled for the other man, then
stepped back and shut it quickly after Hawk joined them.

The Native American man lifted one eyebrow, his version of a
shocked look. “Are we playing beat-the-sub?”

Isaac took a deep breath, his earlier anger subdued by the physical
outlet of the fight. “Do me a favor. Take this piece of shit to Morgana. See if
she can get the truth out of him.”

Adam’s eyes went wide with panic. “Please! No, don’t do
that! I did it, okay?”

Taking a deep breath, Isaac prayed for the patience to not
pound the asshole’s face into the ground. “Why?”

“You fuckwads made her so sad when you fired her.” He
sneered, his lips drawing from his teeth in an ugly snarl. “She loved doing
parties for the club and put all of her heart and soul into them. But that
wasn’t good enough for you. No, you had to run out and get some spic bitch—”

Without even taking a breath, Isaac slammed his fist into
Adam’s chin, and the other man crumbled to the floor. Hawk and Jesse stepped
back and looked down in disgust.

Isaac met Jesse’s and Hawk’s eyes and said in a low voice,
“Tie his ass up, then get Morgana, Laurel, and Kyle. I don’t want to ever see
him in Wicked again.”

Jesse nodded, and Hawk helped him lift the unconscious man
by his armpits. “Lucia is inside, waiting for you. We never touched her.”

He couldn’t understand how someone could be around Lucia and
not want to touch her. “Why?”

“Because, you dumb fuck, she doesn’t want us. She wants
you.”

Hawk shook his head in disgust, and the men dragged a
still-limp Adam down the hallway, leaving Isaac in a roaring silence.

He crouched down and ran his hands through his hair, trying
to get the adrenaline out of his system. On the other side of that door waited
Lucia, and despite what Jesse said, he felt like she was slipping through his
fingers. For too long he’d let his fear of being hurt rule his life, and that
needed to change.

The thought that had him opening the door wasn’t about
himself but about Lucia. She must be scared and wondering what was going on,
and he couldn’t bear for her to have a moment of fear, especially if he was the
one causing it. He stepped into the room and turned to close the door behind
him, giving himself a few more moments to get his shit together.

When he turned around, his jaw hit the ground, and blood
rushed in a ball-tightening flood to his cock.

The room was painted a pearlescent smoky black, and far
above a slowly shifting series of lights dimly illuminated different sections
of the walls. At the back of the space stood an enormous stainless-steel spider
web, and held to that web by Velcro straps around her wrists and ankles was
Lucia.

She glared at him, and he tried not to laugh as he saw Jesse
and Hawk had not only bound her to the spider web frame but had also gagged her
with a leather strap fastened behind her head. He’d have to remember to get
them a fruit basket or something as thanks. Now she had no choice but to listen
to him, and he only hoped he could find the right words to say.

Her dark eyes grew wide as he slowly approached her, admiring
the mound of jeweled chains that hid her breasts and the oh so brief skirt that
exposed a delicious amount of skin.

“Lucia,” he said in a soft voice and tried to hide his smile
at her growling response. “I’m here to apologize.”

He didn’t know what she said behind her gag, but judging by
the middle fingers she was currently using to flip him off, it wasn’t
complimentary. Her scent filled his nose as he stepped close enough to feel the
heat of her body. She tried to pull away as he leaned in to her but stilled
when he kissed a trail along her neck, pausing to suck on her rapidly beating
pulse, and up to her ear.

The temptation to drive her out of her mind with pleasure
was strong, but he owed her more than that. It became surprisingly hard to get
the words out, and when he did whisper them into her ear, his voice was rough.
“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you for the treasure that you are, that I hurt
you out of my own selfish need to protect my heart. Truth is, Lucia, that no
matter how much I tried to tell myself it was just business, you are so much
more.”

She made some garbled reply, and he was pretty sure he heard
an “asshole” or two in there.

“Yes, you’re right, I am an asshole. I should be whipped for
what I said to you at my house.” She grunted in agreement, and he smiled
against her skin. “Please believe me when I say it is harder for me to have to
open myself up to you like this than to take a beating.”

He nuzzled the soft skin behind her ear and inhaled her
scent again. Her hips shifted against his, and he moved so his front pressed
her into the frame, enough to make her feel him but not enough to hurt. Her
breasts pushed into his chest with each rapid breath, and he looked into her
eyes, willing her to see his sincerity.

“In these last few days, you managed to demolish every wall
I put up around myself, knock down every one of my defenses, and take over my
heart before I even knew it. When you left today, a part of me died. I care
deeply about you, Lucia.” He leaned his forehead against hers and took a deep
breath. “If you could please forgive me for being such a giant asshole, I’d
like to take you out on a date.”

She mumbled something and gave him pleading eyes.

“If I ungag you, do you promise not to bite me?”

Her gaze darkened, and he fought a grin. Telling her he
found her fucking hot when she was angry probably wasn’t the best move. He
stepped away, and she made a noise of protest.

“I’m not leaving. I have to get a couple things.”

Moving quickly across the room, he reached the unit of
drawers and cupboards that seamlessly blended into one wall. He opened the door
and angled his body so she couldn’t see what he was doing. After putting a few
items into his pockets, he strolled across the room to her, holding a small
black towel in his hand.

She gave him a weary look but bent her head forward so he
could unhook the gag. As soon as it was loose, he put the towel beneath her
chin and wiped her mouth, making sure to get any excess saliva caused by the
gag.

As soon as he removed the towel, she said in a husky voice,
“This doesn’t count as a date.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her
head. “No, this doesn’t count as a date. I was hoping you would let me make up
for my earlier boorish behavior.”

She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “Depends on what you
have in mind.”

“How does multiple orgasms sound?”

He looked down at her and saw her fighting a grin. “Well,
it’s not flowers, but I guess it’ll have to do.”

Cupping her face in his hands, he placed a gentle kiss
against her lips, so thankful for the chance to do this again. “Tell me what
your favorite flower is, and I’ll have an acre of them planted for you.”

“Honeysuckles.” She sighed and searched his face. “Do you
mean it?”

“Of course, you say the word, and I’ll have my secretary
arrange it.”

“Not the flowers. I mean the part about caring for me.” She
flushed but met his gaze. “I can’t take being rejected every time you feel
insecure.”

Guilt churned his stomach, but he pushed it away. “No, I
won’t do that to you again.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

She jerked at the bindings holding her arms to the frame.
“Think you can take me down from this thing?”

He stepped back and let the desire to dominate that was
always so close to the surface rise in him. “No, not yet.”

Before she could protest he knelt before her and began to
slowly kiss his way up her leg, pausing to nibble on her sensitive skin. Her
rough moan inflamed his own passion, and he growled when the edge of her skirt
brushed his head. “There is one thing.”

“What’s that?”

Her breath came out in a gasp as he nuzzled the soft apex
between her thighs, running his nose along the silk of her panties. “I’m still
a dominant man by nature, so you’ll have to forgive me if I get a bit
possessive of you.”

Whatever her answer might have been turned into a moan as he
slipped his finger under the side of her panties and ever so slowly massaged
her clit with a light touch. Her back arched, and she groaned. Already slick
with arousal, she soon soaked her panties with her honey.

He placed tiny stinging bites along her thigh as he
continued to massage her aroused bud, drawing more blood to that area and
increasing her craving for his touch.

“Oh, Isaac. Please, I need to touch you.”

Keeping his lust on a tight leash became increasingly
difficult with each passing second. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted
anyone in his life, and that scared him. Slowly moving his way up her body with
his mouth, he stood and trailed kisses over her delicate jaw. She turned to him
and whimpered when his lips brushed hers.

He straddled one of her legs and slipped a finger into her
hot, tight pussy. Her sweet cries stroked over his cock like a physical touch,
and he groaned when she began to thrust herself onto his hand. With his thumb
he massaged her clit, and she tensed. Right at the moment that her cunt gripped
his fingers, he kissed her.

She came apart beneath him, thrashing and moaning as much as
she could while still bound to the frame. Each quiver of her sheath tempted him
to plunge into her, to ride out her orgasm, but he made himself continue to
massage her with his hand, drawing her release out until she tried to pull away
from him.

Reluctantly he removed his hand and held it up to her face.

“Clean me.”

Her dark eyes widened, but she did as he asked, slowly licking
her honey off his fingers. The sight of her mouth shiny with her juices
contracted the muscles of his body, and he joined her, their tongues swirling
together until he removed his hand and kissed her. Pouring all of his pent-up
frustration into the kiss, he devoured her mouth, claiming her and branding her
as his.

The sharp edges of her teeth sank into her lower lip, and he
pulled back. “Easy, Kitten.”

“Please, Isaac, I mean, Master. Please fuck me. I need to
feel you inside of me.”

His cock jumped at her words, but he shook his head and
stepped back. “Not yet.”

The frame rattled as she jerked at her bonds and glared at
him. “When I get off this thing, you are going to be sorry.”

“Well then, I better make sure you’re too exhausted to do
any violence.”

He withdrew a small pair of scissors from his back pocket
and twirled them on his finger.

A hint of fear moved through her beautiful brown eyes. “What
are you going to do with those?”

Instead of answering he knelt before her again. “Don’t
move.”

He held the edge of her skirt in one hand and with the other
used the scissors to cut the cloth off her. It fell off her hips and landed in
a puddle of fabric at her feet, leaving her clad in a pair of silky black
panties. God, she was so aroused that he could see the hard nub of her clit
pressing against the superfine silk.

Using just enough pressure to make a red line, he ran the
tip of the scissors up her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its
wake. Her breathing picked up speed, and she froze. He hooked his finger into
the wet silk of her panties, pulling them far enough away so he could cut a
long strip out from the middle. When he placed them back, just the edges framed
her beautiful, swollen pussy.

He grasped her hips and gave a long, slow lick from the base
of her sex all the way to the top, lapping up all of her arousal like she was
the world’s most delicious treat. She bucked against his mouth, her body still
sensitive from her last orgasm. He inserted two fingers into her and stroked
the inner walls of her vagina, driving her hard and quick toward another
orgasm.

Latching his mouth on her clit, he finger fucked her, adding
another digit, then another until he stretched her with three fingers inside of
her tight pussy. Her cries echoed in the bare room, and he sat back on his
heels, continuing to stroke her.

“Come for me, Kitten. Let go.”

Her back bowed, and she did as he commanded, thrusting her
hips against his driving fingers and squeezing him with each hard contraction
of her inner muscles. When he finally withdrew his hand, she shuddered and
rested her head against the back of the spider web, her mouth open and her
breasts jiggling with each hard breath.

“Open your eyes.”

When he was sure he had her attention, he began to take his
clothes off, revealing his body to her an inch at a time. Her satisfied smile
stroked his ego, but he liked how she gasped when he pulled down his boxers and
tossed them into the corner with the rest of his clothes. Fisting his cock, he
slowly stroked himself from base to tip.

“Do you want this, Kitten?”

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you, Master.”

The glow in his chest expanded and pushed his arousal
higher. Trying to cool himself down, he unstrapped each of her ankles but left
her arms still attached to the frame. She jerked at her arms, but he shook his
head.

“No, I want you like this. Helpless and needy.”

A flush climbed from her neck to her ears. “If I was any
more needy, I’d combust.”

He picked up one of her legs and put it around his hip.
“Well, we can’t have that.”

Using his free hand he lowered himself a little bit and
rubbed the tip of his prick against her soaking-wet entrance. The silken feel
of her arousal anointing his cock felt like heaven on earth. Moving slowly, he
began to push himself into her, fighting her body’s natural reaction to clamp
down on him.