Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (27 page)

“Open your eyes, Brooke.”

It was the first time I had ever heard him call me by my name and I immediately opened my eyes at the same time that he thrust in his fingers. Aiming them right to the spot that drove me wild.

“Stop… please…” I desperately panted.

“Oh, you want me to stop now? I thought we were playing a game.” He finger fucked me faster and harder, knowing how to manipulate me.

How to control me.

“Oh, God, why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” he asked, acting coy.

“Why are you trying to own me, Devon, what the fuck?”

“I told you… we play by my rules or we don’t play at all.”

“Ah…” I screamed out in pleasure. “Fuck… oh, God, that feels good.”

He smiled. It was big and it was bright enough to light up the entire room. “There she is... there you are… there’s my Bambi,” he praised.

My mouth dropped opened and my back arched off the bed. He kept his eyes on mine the entire time that I came all over his hand.

Her breathing was heavy and deep, like she had just ran a marathon; in a way she had. I let go of her and stepped back letting her have some space and air. Her skin was bright pink. She was slightly sweating, and her clit was so exposed that I could see the bright red nub from where I was standing. The smell of her arousal was all around me and she shined brightly with the afterglow of her orgasm.

I didn’t want to hurt her. I never wanted to cause her pain or distress, but she was right… I did want to own her. I wanted her to be mine and I knew that was the most ludicrous thought.

She was a VIP.

She is a VIP.

The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to know her. The more I needed to know her. I hated knowing that everything the fortuneteller said was true. She proved it to herself and to me the moment we walked into the room. I couldn’t take seeing her like that. It physically made me sick knowing that men treated her like anything less than what she deserved. I reacted.

I wasn’t proud of it. It terrified me as much as it did her. I didn’t want to be my father. I didn’t want to lose control.

I realized in that moment…

I could destroy her.

And the sick thing about it…

Was that I wanted to.

Brooke didn’t talk to me or look at me before making her way to the other bed last night. We slept in different beds and she barely acknowledged me in the morning. We ate breakfast in silence and boarded the plane the same way. We were in a cab on our way to Madam’s condo.

“Is this how it’s going to be?” I asked, annoyed that she was doing this again.

She shrugged, maintaining her neutral stare out the window. We pulled up to the building, I helped her with her bags and she barely gave me one last glance before she went inside. I stood half in shock, half pissed off. I paid the driver and took the elevator to the penthouse floor, not thinking twice about it. The doors opened and she was sitting on the couch with her head in her lap.

“I knew you’d follow me up here,” she announced not moving or looking at me.

I walked and sat across from her on the other couch. “What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you want, Devon? You said you wanted to be friends and then you pull that stunt on me last night… you say I’m the one playing games, but so are you.” She looked up at me. “You’re fucking with my head.”

“You started it, Bambi, I wanted to hang out and you came on to me.”

She took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to be any other way. I don’t have friends; I barely have family. This is who I am. It baffles my mind that you still haven’t figured that out yet.”

“Bullshit. It’s not who you are, it’s what you do.”

Her eyes widened. “You know nothing about me. Stop pretending like you do,” she whispered like she didn’t want to be saying it.

“So what? Huh? That means I can’t learn who you are… we can’t see where this goes?”

“Where what goes?” she laughed, surprised. “What, Devon? You want to be my boyfriend? Are you serious? You want us to date and maybe take me home to mom? Right? Maybe meet your son? Is this what you’re hoping for?”

“I don’t know…” I replied, lifting my shoulders. “But I like you and I want to be around you. I care about you and I have fun with you, and in my book there’s nothing wrong with that.”

She shrugged, shaking her head. “I
fuck
, Devon, I fuck for a living… everything I buy… is money I get from spreading my legs. I don’t know how to be any other way. So when you take me somewhere or you’re nice to me, in the back of my mind all I’m thinking about is when your pants are coming off and your dick is going in my mouth. I’m thinking… I need to even the score, I may let him stick it in my ass. Is that what you want to hear?”

“You don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

“You don’t get it, do you? I WANT to be treated that way. I’m not here because I’m lost, Devon, I’m not Ysabelle. You can’t save me and I don’t want you to. I’m happy. I’ve never been happier than I have since I started VIP. There’s a reason I’ve been here for twelve years.”

“I don’t believe that. Not for a second. I see you, Bambi, and that’s what fucking scares you. You have made up so much psychobabble bullshit in your mind. What happened to you? Come on, everyone has a story, what’s yours?”

She cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck her or strangle her… it may have been a little of both.

“What’s yours? You want to share sad stories then you fucking start, I will gladly follow,” she countered, testing me.

I wanted to tell her, I wanted to tell her so fucking bad that I could taste it. “This isn’t about me.” But I couldn’t. I was hiding as much as she was. We were two of the same.

She cunningly smiled and walked over to me, each step precise and calculated, like she was strategizing with each stride. Once she was in front of me, she got down on her knees. My first initial thought was that she was actually going to try to suck my dick, but when she looked up at me with those big, beautiful baby blue eyes, my mind literally stopped fucking working, and all I could think about was having her sweet little mouth on me.

“Who’s pretending now? Hmmm… it’s not so much fun when you’re on the other side of the questions, is it?” She seductively smiled and raked her fingers against my thighs. “Come on, Devon; let me hear all about your past, your sadness; the fact that you have strong enough sleeping pills to knock out a horse… huh? And when you’re done, I’ll make it all go away… just like in fairytales. I’ll save you,” she crudely mocked.

I couldn’t believe what she was saying and she knew it. She was baiting me, she wanted me to leave or she wanted me to touch her… I think it was both. Though she was also confused, she was testing the waters to see what the outcome would be. She was already on her knees before me, but that wasn’t good enough…

She wanted me on mine, too.

“Awe… what’s wrong?” I sympathized with a snide tone. “Don’t you want to play? Maybe get to know me? I’m your Bambi, don’t you want me to set you free?” I murmured.

His appearance wasn’t at all what I was expecting. It caught me off guard as much as it turned me on. He looked at me like he wanted to cherish me, like he wanted to pull me into his arms and never let me go. I had never seen anything like it before. No one had ever looked at me like that. This man didn’t know me, but he wanted to. I could see it all over his handsome face. I had gotten under his skin and he couldn’t tell where I began and he ended.

He wanted me.

He needed me.

It was the scariest and most liberating feeling I had ever felt. Like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off. Not knowing or caring if there would be land or water beneath me.

I was ready to take the plunge.

With him…

For me…

For him…

For us?

My mind was scrambled with thoughts and emotions. I couldn’t control, label, or even understand them. It was one giant mess of roses. The exact same ones I hated, but secretly loved.

I wanted him to leave. I wanted him to look at me with disgust and walk away from me; to step into the elevator and out of my life for good.

Except, I didn’t.

I’m lying.

I wanted him to kiss me, to feel his lips on mine and to taste him. We had yet to kiss and I never really cared for it much, but with him I knew it would be different.

He would be different.

We would be different.

I needed it like I needed my next breath.

So I did the only thing that consumed me… the only thing that seemed right in a moment that should have felt wrong.

Should have been wrong.

I put my arms around his neck… and he let me.

I looked deep into his eyes… and saw the same intense gaze, staring back at me.

My chest was rising and lifting with each deep breath I took, and my heart felt like it was beating for him and only him.

And he knew it. I couldn’t hide from him and the worst part was…

I didn’t want to.

So I kissed him.

I kissed with the same ferocity of a million men going to war.

I kissed him like I was never going to see him again.

I kissed him like he belonged to me and I to him.

I kissed him like I was home; like he was my home.

I kissed him like I loved him.

And he matched every beat, every moment, every feeling and emotion… times ten.

The earth stopped moving and time stood still.

And just when I thought he was going to carry me into his arms and take me into the bedroom to make love to me… he pulled away. He pulled away and looked at me. I mean truly, wholeheartedly looked at me.

I was putty in his hands, he could mold me and build me however he wanted and I would let him. I barely heard our heavy panting and breathing from our escalated hearts and minds. They were both running wild and free.

In sync.

Together.

Side-by-side.

One…

He pushed away the hair from my face, and I so desperately wanted him to tie it back. I didn’t want anything to come between us, and he did just that. My hair no longer a barrier to come between whatever was happening between us.