Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

CHLOE

I checked the time again before I knocked on Dane's door. It was late, and the corridor was dark, but I knew he'd still be awake.

That was confirmed with the sound of him moving around in his room before the door was unlocked and opened.

Surprise crossed his face when he saw me standing just outside, but he stepped back and let me in.

He was dressed in a pair of dark track pants and a T-shirt, his hair mussed in a way I've never seen before.

The look of him made my mouth dry and my panties wet.

"The meeting is still going, I see." I nodded over to the laptop that was sitting open on his bed. The screen showed a room full of people, some I knew, the rest I recognised from the news. My father sat to the far right of the screen.

"You're not supposed to know when the Brotherhood meets." Dane closed and locked the door behind me.

"My father's assistant said he flew to Tokyo this morning," I said. "It didn't take much to put together the pieces. I assume the camera and the sound are off?" The voices of the men in attendance at the meeting were audible, speaking in respectful tones.

I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I didn't want them to hear us.

"It is," Dane said.

"You've already said your piece?" I stepped over closer to him.

He looked irritated. "I sent in my submission and it was read out. But you're also not supposed to know how proceedings take place."

"You don't get to speak?" That seemed to be the source of his annoyance.

"Only those who attend in person. You didn't come here to ask about that?" He cocked his head and his expression eased.

"Didn't I?" I placed a hand on his bicep and toyed with the bottom of his sleeve. "A girl can't help being curious about things like this. After all, power is an aphrodisiac."

"So they say," he said. He slid a single knuckle down the side of my cheek. "You're so beautiful."

"I was going to say the same about you. We talked about making a deal, but I can't stop thinking about you. I don't think a working relationship will be enough. Not even if we fuck as well."

"What are you saying?" His blue eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'm wondering if I'd dare to let myself fall for you," I said softly. "The problem is, I think it's too late. But I don't want to get my heart broken. If this is just a business transaction to you, then I'm walking away."

That would be difficult, considering what was at stake, but I had to look after myself first. A man like this could shatter me into a million pieces. I didn't want to admit that to myself. That big, bad Chloe Bell was in any way fragile. I put up so many walls around myself I was barely aware of them. Until now.

Could I lower them for him? I sure as hell wasn't lowering them for anyone else. Not even my sister. She'd made it clear that taking over from our father was more important than our relationship. The moment she did, the gloves were off. I'd do whatever I had to do to defend myself.

I wasn't going to be broken by her either.

Dane's expression softened. "I've already fallen for you. I've never met anyone who fascinates me more than you do. You get me. You don't judge me for not being perfect, you want to help me to be a better version of myself. I want to be better for you. In every way possible. Together, we can move mountains."

He grazed his lips over mine. "Besides, I'm not letting you go."

My heart fluttered. "Good, because I didn't want to have to let you go either."

"Now we understand each other, be a good girl?—"

I interrupted him. "No. It's my turn." I gripped the hem of his T-shirt and all but yanked it off over his head. I tossed it on the floor, pressed my hands to his chest and pushed him down on the bed.

He reached over to close the laptop.

"Leave it open," I said. "I want to fuck you in front of the most powerful men in the world. Someday, you'll be one of them."

I straddled his knees and pulled his track pants and boxers down his legs and off his feet. Still fully dressed, I looked down at the sight of him lying naked in front of me.

"See something you like?" He smiled.

"I like everything I see," I said. He was all chiselled lines, from his rock hard abs to his biceps. His cock was erect and ready, red with blood.

I blinked a couple of times to make sure he was real.

My tongue skated across my lower lip. "Are you sure you could fall for me, because you're…" He looked like a God or a statue and I was…just me. The twin everyone overlooked. The one no one gave a shit about. Why should he?

He grabbed my wrists and pulled me down so I was lying on top of him, our noses almost touching.

"I lied," he said.

My heart stopped. Of course he was. I was only fooling myself. It didn't matter how he felt underneath me. How hard his body was. How hard his cock was. It didn't matter that my body was aching for his.

"Chloe, I've already fallen for you." He snaked a hand around the back of my head and pulled me down to kiss me. "I want to be with you in every way that counts. I don't know why you doubt yourself, but I'm going to make it my mission to take those doubts away. Let me show you how I feel about you."

He rolled us over so he was lying on top of me, and slid his hands up the front of my shirt. "Your skin is perfect." He cupped my breasts with his large hands and palmed my nipples through the lace of my bra. "Your body is perfect."

"I was supposed to be in charge," I said weakly.

He smiled and rolled us back over so I was on top again. "I'm yours to command." He raised his hands to either side.

The expression on his face made me melt a little more. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like he actually loved me. Like he didn't think of me as a tool for him to use. Or a hassle to get out of the way. Or a disappointment.

He looked at me like I was the woman he adored.

He was right, I still had doubts, but he was gradually eroding them. Getting more and more under my skin.

I pulled off my T-shirt and tossed it aside, before shimmying out of my leggings. I straddled his legs, wearing only a pale pink bra and matching panties, both so sheer he'd see right through them.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered. He placed his hands on my waist and ran his thumbs up and down, across my stomach and hips.

"No, you." I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. It landed on the laptop screen and draped right over where my father was sitting.

I actually giggled. I couldn't have done it any better if I'd tried.

Dane laughed and slid his hands up to lavish attention on my hardened nipples. "I'm tempted to take that off and turn the camera on so he can see me fuck his daughter."

"Don't you dare," I growled. My father would find out about us at some point, but it didn't need to be now. No doubt he'd find some way to ruin this for me.

"You're so fucking hot when you growl," Dane said. "And when you don't. You're fucking hot all the time."

"If I am, it's because you make me hot," I said.

I was so wet I was probably dripping on the warm skin of his hip. I pulled the gusset of my panties aside and lowered myself down onto his cock.

His eyes crossed before he closed them. "Fucking hell. I knew your pussy would be incredible. I was right. You're so fucking tight."

"You're so big." He filled me in a way I'd never been filled before. All the way to the brim.

I placed my hands on his chest and started to slowly rise and fall, up and down his length. At the same time, I slipped a hand between us and rubbed my clit.

"I love watching you touch yourself," he said. He glanced at the laptop screen and smirked. "They have no idea what they're missing. I'd rather be here than there."

If I was uncertain about the way he felt, those words went a long way to easing my uncertainty. If I was more important to him than power… No one in my life had ever put me before that before. Not even myself.

"Maybe we should run away," I said breathlessly. Did it really matter who took over from my father?"

"If you want to run away, I'll go with you," Dane said. "But I don't think that's what you want. I think you want to show them who you really are. The same way I do. You want to prove them all wrong."

My heart fluttered again. "You see me."

He smiled softly. "I see you, Chloe Bell. The same way you see me."

"I do see you, Dane DiMarco," I whispered. "Now be a good boy and come for me."

"Yes ma'am." He bucked up into me, thrusting harder and faster.

I rubbed my clit more firmly, circling it with the tips of my fingers.

He pinched my nipples hard enough to hurt, but the sensation made me hotter than ever. He knew exactly what to do to get me going, and keep me going. I could fuck him for a week and still want more. His body and mine fitted together like pieces of a puzzl. A perfect match.

"Be a good girl and come for me," he insisted.

I made a face at him, but he just grinned, so warm my heart was ready to explode in my chest.

I rode him hard, driving us both to the edge of oblivion and over, until I came in a rush of heat and blood.

I dropped my head back and cried out his name as I was washed away in a tsunami of bliss. One that crashed over me again and again, lasting for at least a minute or two.

His cries were mingled with mine as he also came. He gripped my breasts with bruising fingers and slammed up into me, spilling his release into my body.

We finally floated back down to reality just as the feed from the meeting ended.

I sagged forward, lying over him with him still deep inside me.

"I fucking love you, Chloe Bell," he whispered.

"I fucking love you too, Dane DiMarco," I said.

Saying it surprised me, but realising I meant it, surprised me even more. I didn't think I was capable of loving anyone, but I was wrong.

I didn't know when it happened, but I'd fallen for him and I'd fallen hard.