Chapter 8

There wasone more suspect to see before we could close off our initial questioning, but it was well beyond midnight and I decided that our visit to Raja Kahn could wait until morning. I walked Stella back to our office, but I didn't go in. I needed to clear my head and walk off the strange mix of emotions stirring inside me like a sour cocktail.

There was only one place I wanted to go.

There was only one person I wanted to see.

Hart's Nightclub was alive with beautiful swingers and booze-slingers. The place was jumping and jiving, despite the fact that it was almost two in the morning by the time I arrived. I made my way past the slappers and dappers on the dance floor, past the jazz band with their blasting trumpets and dancing drumsticks, and headed up the private stairs to Harry's office.

I knocked.

He answered.

For a moment, we stood staring at one another. I didn't know what to say and neither did he, so instead I took his face in my hands and planted a kiss on him—so desperate, so in need of him, I could have bitten off his lip with all the passion and love exploding inside me.

In that moment, I wanted Harry Hart more than I had ever wanted him before.

My insecurities had made me hungry.

My paranoia had made me powerful.

My fears had made me certain of how much I needed him.

I pushed him backward, forcing him into his office as I kicked the door shut with my heel. I held his face tightly in my hands as our tongues fought for dominance in each other's mouths. He grunted and groaned until I backed him into the sofa and pushed him down onto his back.

He was wearing a tux, one that would not stay on for long.

I seized his bow tie and pulled at it, yanking it undone before snapping open the buttons on his shirt.

I tugged at my own tie and threw off my jacket, my shirt. My chest was heaving, my heart beating so hard on the inside I thought it was about to set itself free. My cock felt harder than it had ever been before.

I pulled off my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and unleashed the thick, hard dick that wanted him so badly my whole body ached.

"We need to talk," I said, so hungry for him that I had to wipe the spit from my lips with the back of my hand. "But not before I fuck you so hard you'll be staining your suits till next Tuesday."

And so it was, Harry and I fucked like we had never fucked before. I threw his trousers across the room, took his perfect, firm ass in my fists and drove my cock into him so hard he had to bite something. I offered him my hand, thrusting it into his mouth, and he bit down so hard on the web of flesh between my thumb and forefinger that he drew blood.

I cried out in ecstasy.

I pushed my way inside him even harder, faster.

He came before I did, his cock erupting and shooting cum all over the sofa. I squeezed his hair with the hand that wasn't being drained of blood. I pulled back with a fistful of hair, like a rider pulling up a horse, and thrust my cock so deep inside him I thought he was going to taste my cum in his throat.

The sweat from my forehead fell onto his bare back.

My hips quivered as my cum gushed into his body.

His back hunched then arched.

When I was done, I pulled myself from him more tenderly than I entered him.

My spent dick was slicked with my cum and the juices of his ass.

He rolled over onto his back on the sofa and I laid myself on top of him.

Our heartbeats thumped in time, our panting chests rising and falling as one.

I looked at the tooth marks and blood on my hand. "You really made a meal of me."

He raised his eyebrows. "So did you."

"I guess I…" I wasn't sure what to say. Having a conversation after sex was still something new to me. It's easy to stand in front of another man with your clothes on the floor and your dick pointing to the ceiling; it's another thing to talk after you've filled him with your sweat and seed. It was something that I wanted to perfect, but maybe it was going to take more practice than I thought. "I guess I needed to get it out of my system," was what I finally managed to say.

Harry looked at me curiously, his face so close to mine that I felt the need to sit up on the sofa. "What do you mean? Get what out of your system?"

Harry sat up too, the both of us naked on the sofa.

I shrugged. "I dunno. The fact that I was confused. Maybe angry. Last time I saw you, I felt like you didn't want me there. And then I find out about the reception at the Rainbow Palace for Aria Valentina—the one you didn't invite me to—and I guess I felt… well, pissed."

Harry let out an incredulous laugh. "And the way you deal with that is to come in here unannounced and fuck me? Claim your stake in me? Is that how you feel about me?"

"I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about you," I said, getting up, naked, from the sofa. "The last time I left your place, you gave me a look like I might never see you again. How am I supposed to take that?"

"Take it as me feeling awkward and embarrassed that my father just saw your cock up my ass on my apartment patio," Harry said frankly, getting up, naked, from the sofa as well. "Take it as me not wanting to be disowned by the only family I've ever known, whether I get along with my father or not. Take it as me wanting a little space while I try to run a business and step in line to take over my father's empire."

I staggered back from him. I felt like I'd just been punched in the nose, yet Harry hadn't so much as raised a finger. He didn't have to.

I picked up my trousers. "Maybe you should take this as me leaving," I said, dressing myself badly. And madly.

"Oh come on," Harry said, himself infuriated. "You know who I am. You know what I'm going to inherit. I can't be seen fucking around."

"Is that what we're doing?" I asked, throwing on my shirt without buttoning it up. "Fucking around? Is that what you think this is? I love you, Harry! I've never said that to anyone in my life! I've never felt that goddamn lucky to say it!"

Harry threw his hands up and raised his voice. "And I… I feel trapped right now. Do you want me to say I love you too? Fine, I love you. And if it means so much to you that I invite you to the reception at the Rainbow Palace, then fine, you're invited."

"With all due respect," I shouted back, "I not-so-regretfully decline your goddamn invitation. You can go to your reception and drink your champagne on your own! I hope you don't choke on that silver spoon in your mouth!"

With my jacket and tie in hand, I stormed for the door.

From behind me I heard Harry call. "Buck… wait!"

But as I opened the door, the sound of the jazz band and the noise of the clubbers on the dance floor drowned out Harry's voice.

I left his office and slammed the door behind me.

I pushed my way through the crowd and hurried outside.

As I did so, I thanked whoever-it-is above that a storm had rolled in and the rain came crashing down. It was cold but I didn't give a damn because as I raised my collar and headed into the downpour, I knew nobody could see my tears.