“How did my dad seem?” he asks, changing the conversation. There’s a shift in him as he says this, as gentle and unnoticeable as a breeze. But it’s there, and I recognize the flare of emotion in his eyes, the mixture of anger, sadness, and disgust with himself for even feeling.
“He’s something else,” I mutter darkly, downing the rest of my martini. “Why is he here?”
Rhett takes a breath, gearing up for what he’ll say next.
“He likes to ride his son’s coattails. He’s lost everything. My mom, his family, his livelihood. He’s a train wreck. I didn’t know that he’d be here,” Rhett leans back against the bar, and from the cutting flat of his lips I notice that he’s hardened himself against his father. “He expects the world to serve him as he destroys everything around him. He beat my mom and I, was too drunk or high to carry on his business, and after we left when I was sixteen, he lost his access to the cartel too.”
My heart is a dull throbbing pit of ache in my chest, and I can’t imagine what Rhett went through as a young boy.
“Penny never cared to listen to this,” he says, instantly splitting me into pieces. “She was too hard. Too cold. Too afraid of herself to care about others.”
I reach out and grasp Rhett’s collar, and pull myself to him, our lips brushing against one another’s. Both anguish and desire is palpable between us, and I’m horrified by what he’s said. Was I that much of a sick fuck?
“I’m sorry…” I say, my throat clogged with emotion, for him, for us, for the past. Because fuck the past. “Your father doesn’t deserve one minute of your attention. Men like that feel that they’re entitled to the world and all its goodness, all its perks…but reality is that they’ve done nothing to deserve it. He’s scarred you and your mom, he’s lost everything he ever had, and he doesn’t deserve any of it back. No one owes him anything.”
Rhett’s solemnly dark expression changes, and in my limited vision I see the flash of his teeth and a sensual smirk rising at one corner.
“Oh, Angelita…” he pets the side of my face, kissing me once, not caring that we’re at the bar where everyone can see us. “You’re so much more than I could ask for. I don’t deserve you.”
“Rhett!” I nearly snap, angry that he would even say such a thing. “Are you fucking kidding me? If anyone’s undeserving, it’s me. I don’t know what happened between Penny and you, but it sounds like I was a bitch.”
“A sexy bitch,” he comments silkily, and my core heats as if by reflex.
I reach for his hand and pull him away from the bar, and he follows me out into the hallway. He keeps glancing back, probably checking to see if any of his partners have seen him go. But as soon as we’re out of the eye of the majority, he pushes me back against the wall with a force I haven’t seen from him yet. He shoves my arms over my head and pushes a leg in between my thighs, my crotch rubbing against his dress pants, the friction overwhelming.
“I think we have around an hour before I need to be on that stage again,” he hisses in my ear. “Come on, Allie. Let’s explore a little bit.”
Stopping myself from rubbing against his leg is impossible, the urgency in my body mounting as he places pressure in the right spot. I hold my breath, and nod hurriedly, unable to move as he has me pinned there.
“You’re going to come so many times you won’t be able to walk. I want to watch you writhe beneath me, unable to take even one second more.” He removes his leg and lets me go, grabbing my hand and taking me down the halls, and then up a marble staircase that leads to an upper level of vacant bedrooms. I’m breathless, my pussy tingling with pleasure. My heart is a mess of assorted emotions; sadness, torment, lust, need, and rage.
Sadness for the treatment he and many others underwent as children. Torment for the dark clues from my past. Lust for him, for everything that he is. Need for his body to combine with mine and never let me go. Rage for every fucking bastard who ever thought they could hurt these men and for the scars they carry with them each and every day.
“Rhett…” I breathe his name as he shoves me carefully through a door into a massive bedroom dripping in luxury. The bed is draped in blue modern bedding and has black posts at all four corners.
“This is long overdue,” he says, unzipping my dress before I can even react. “It’s been too long.”
I twist my head to kiss him as he yanks the zipper down, our mouths in a wicked clash, sloppy and wet. There’s a giant mirror at the other end of the room that we can see ourselves in, and when he pulls the gorgeous gown down to reveal my body, he groans, allowing his hands to glide over the pleasing shapes of my breasts and ass. I’m wearing nothing beneath, and the drop of my dress reveals every part of me. Still, my neck and heels twinkle with jewels. Rhett kisses my neck as he stands behind me, gripping me, kneading my flesh, and tasting my skin.
“I need you,” I mewl, and he smiles through the kisses to my shoulders.
“You’re going to be patient, little miss,” he croons in my ear, dragging smooth fingertips over each ridge of my breasts, tweaking my nipples as he goes, teasing them into hardness between the edges of two fingers.
Rhett presses his rock-hard cock against the split of my ass, and I shut my eyes, dangerously drunk on the feeling of him.
“I never was good at being patient,” my voice is unsteady.
“You’re going to be tonight,” he snickers against my skin, and then reaches down so that two fingers are aligned with the split of my pussy. He presses them into my skin, and then parts the lips, smiling devilishly at me in the mirror as he shows us both the gleam of my wetness.
“Look at that.” The way he speaks it sounds as if he’s praising me, and my body responds gleefully. I want to cry because his touch is so soft, so near to the places I truly want him to touch without remorse. “You’re so beautiful. This body…you. You are beautiful. Your mind is beautiful.”
I let out a whine of desperation, reaching around to grip his neck. I want him naked, I want to see and kiss every ridge and crook of his body, to slip my tongue down the deliciously firm muscles of his arms, legs, stomach, chest, and then take his cock deep into my throat.
He lifts me from behind and tosses me onto the bed, loosening his tie and coming to sit over me as he ties my hands above me to the headboard. Our breath is coming in quick, tight gasps, and once I’m tied to the bed, I arch my back and dig my sharp heels into the mattress, both loving and hating the delicious feeling of being unable to move.
Rhett moves away and then undresses, and I can see in his eyes that he is thinking deeply about what he’d first like to do to me. This look makes me shiver with delight.
“You look so good like that,” he says, drawing the clothing away from his body, revealing his lean muscles and his deep gold flesh, shadows making his abs pop in the low light. But what catches my eyes the most is the nearly nine inch shaft of his cock, the lifted veins tracing the length, and the proportioned dark sack of his balls beneath.
“So do you,” I lick my lips.
Rhett comes to the bed and lowers himself over me, running his hands over my skin. He shakes my breasts in his hands, enjoying the way they move. Every touch builds the ache between my thighs, and each time his hands tease me I feel the moisture leaking out of me.