Chapter Sixteen

"FUCK."

She just had to laugh, not having expected him to respond him that way. "Uh, thanks?"

"Fuck. " He had no qualms repeating it, since the four-letter word perfectly described his current mood. ""Why the fuck would you choose to say something like that with this many people around?"

"I didn't really plan to. It just...came out."

Her words humbled and terrified him for some reason, and Etienne had to push her head down his shoulder so she wouldn't see anything she wasn't meant to see in his eyes. When Spencer protested and tried lifting her head, he said roughly, "Keep your head down if you don't want more photos taken of your blushing face."

She settled down quickly at that, and if he wasn't feeling so messed up, he would have smiled at the way she was now burrowing deeper into his chest.

"Are they still looking?" he heard her whisper.

"Can you blame them?"

" Oh God ."

Despite the muffled tone of her voice, Etienne didn't fail to detect the mortification that threaded through it, and he chuckled, knowing right away that it was only probably dawning on her now how public the last fifteen minutes had been.

"I can't believe I pole-danced in public."

"If it makes you feel better, I still have trouble convincing myself the last fifteen minutes were real."

"You should've just shot me on the spot the moment you saw me on the ledge."

"I don't have a gun."

"Or order your bodyguards to shoot me."

"They don't have guns either."

He felt her giggle against his chest. "Seriously? What kind of bodyguards are they if they don't even have their own guns?"

"The Caro kind." And because he could no longer control himself, he asked slowly, "Why did you do it?" He had always thought humans were pathetically predictable, and while he still believed this to be true, he also had to accept that the brat was the proven exception to the rule.

Upon realizing she had fallen in love with him, she had done the one thing he would never have predicted, which was to sell her virginity to a stranger. And as for tonight's dance...

When she remained stubbornly silent, he said quietly, "I only want to ensure that I hadn't said or done anything that might've made you think you had to do something like it—-"

"No, it's nothing like that." Spencer was keen to make this clear, having realized where the conversation was heading. "It was entirely my idea. I chose to do it because..." Spencer's tone turned awkward. "The phone call...it was obviously still bothering you."

"I'm afraid I still don't see it," Etienne said, puzzled. "Was the dance meant to be a pleasurable distraction then?"

"The opposite, actually," he heard Spencer confess hesitantly. "As much as I hate to admit this, I did learn a thing or two in the years I've watched you date other women." She felt him flinch at her words, and she rubbed her cheek against his chest, wanting Etienne to know that she wasn't the type to hold the past against him.

"One thing I noticed was that whenever you had some pressing problem, you always seemed to be in a better mood to tackle them after—-" She stopped speaking when she sensed Etienne suddenly start moving, and this time she could no longer keep herself from lifting her head.

Eep!

The sheer number of mobile phone cameras trained at their direction was a disconcerting sight, and by the time she got over it, Etienne had already carried her halfway up the stairs leading to the VIP rooms on the second floor.

"Etienne?"

He could hear the bemusement in her voice, but he had no words to give her. Wasn't even certain what he had a right to say, considering what she had admitted to.

Just remembering the numerous instances he had her driving for him and the women he had fucked in the past two years made Etienne want to smash his head in the wall. Even though he hadn't been aware at all of her feelings for him at that time, it was still something he couldn't forgive himself for. And if she had felt just as pissed about it and insisted on holding his past sins over his head, he wouldn't have blamed her for it either. But instead, she had actually found a way to use such experiences to help him.

Because she was right. His mental faculties tended to operate more effectively post sex, and no doubt she had been hoping her pole-dancing surprise would help put him in an even better frame of mind.

Spencer was too good for him, dammit, and she didn't deserve to be constantly lied to. Tomorrow , he vowed to himself. Tomorrow, he would become completely open with her. Tomorrow, he would choose to place his trust in her love and hope that Spencer loved him enough to forgive him for his deception.

But as for tonight...

Etienne nodded his thanks as a club employee escorted them to one of the vacant rooms overlooking the dance floor.

"Have a pleasant evening, sir, miss." The employee, knowing how well the billionaire tipped, pretended not to see the woman trying to bolt the moment Mr. Hirsche set her on her feet. As he closed the door, his last glimpse was of the billionaire capturing the woman's hands behind her back as he pushed her against the two-way mirror.

As the door shut closed, he heard the woman moan, the sound one of unmistakable desire and yearning, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God . At least now, he knew he'd be able to enjoy his tip with a clean conscience.

Back inside the room, Spencer couldn't believe her ears when she heard Etienne slowly unzipping himself. The sound made her shudder and moisture pool between her thighs, but every time she tried to twist around or look over her shoulder, the billionaire would only press her back against the window and keep her from moving.

With one hand still holding her wrists captive behind her back, his other hand went under her dress, and she gasped at the feel of his fingers tracing the edge of her underwear. A moment later, however—-

Riiiiiiiip.

She whimpered, unable to believe he had ripped her underwear at a public place. "Etienne, oh God." While her little dance was meant to get him in the mood for sex, she hadn't expected them to actually do it while they were still in the club. Didn't he care how people would easily guess—-

And then she felt it, his free hand guiding his cock to her moist entrance, and just the brush of the head of his cock against her folds was too much, and all thoughts of resistance fled.

Oh God.

His cock began sliding back and forth, and she could only moan, her only thought at that moment was having him penetrate her. " Etienne ..." His name came out a sob. " Please ..."

"Please what?" Etienne's own voice was hoarse with desire, and his fingers, upon reclaiming one bare cheek of her ass, held Spencer in a painfully tight grip as he slowly pushed an inch of his cock inside of her. "Is this what you want?"

Her eyes squeezed shut as another inch pushed in, and she moaned. A third inch went in, and it drove her crazy, with the way he was taking his time to sheathe his entire length inside of her. "Please—-"

"Then tell me," he growled. "Give me the words, mi vavli." Another inch pushed in. "What do you want—-"

"Your cock," she nearly screamed. "All of it, I want it—-"

"Then it's yours." And he suited action to words, the remaining length of his cock shoving so hard and deep inside of her that it was like being torn apart by the most acute sense of pleasure.

"Oh God."

His hands released her as he took hold of her hips, and she couldn't help whimpering when she found herself pressing her hands against the cold panes as he thrust in and out of her. Even though she knew no one in the dance floor would be able to see them, it still felt incredibly immoral to have all those people dancing below them while he was pounding into her so forcefully that his prediction had finally come true, and her tits had popped out of her dress.

She stared down at herself, the sight of her breasts swinging in the air only adding to the salaciousness of the moment. It should've shamed her, but instead the lewdness of her appearance only made her feel hornier, her inhibitions fading as erotic sounds bounced across the room. The wet slide of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her. The sharp slaps of his balls against the back of her legs. It was just too much, too, too much, and a sob rose out of her as her wanton need for him took complete control of her senses.

He slammed into her hard at her cry, and her eyes rolled back at the blissful agony of his thrusts. "Yeeeeees." Every plunge of his cock was tortuously delicious, and found herself crying out again and again. " Yes. Yes. Yes. "

It was a Spencer Etienne had never seen before, and lust consumed him as her every cry made him shudder closer to the end. Seeing her mindless with desire for him was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and he quickly pulled out and flipped her around, her back against the cold, glass pane as he thrust back into her.

"Yeeeeeeees—-"

And when his hand snaked down to stroke her clit, her cry turned into a scream.

"Yeeeeeeees!"

He watched hungrily as her eyes closed, her head falling back, and as her neck arched, his gaze fell on her pulsing vein.

Fuck.

The sharp sting of his fangs sinking into her flesh was Spencer's only warning, and the sound of Etienne drinking her blood, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, quickly sent her over the edge. Pleasure burst inside of her, and she could only gasp as her pussy started to quiver at the force of her release. A moment later, she heard Etienne growl against her neck just as his large, strong body jerked against her. His cock swelling to an impossible size, it began to twitch and pulsate, her walls contracting as Etienne began shooting off his seed inside of her.

Her orgasm lasted extraordinarily long, so, so endlessly long that her eyes had actually filled up with tears as her heavily swollen pussy twitched and quivered for the last time around his still embedded cock.

He tipped her chin up, his grip tightening when she tried to resist. Their gazes clashed, and he realized why she hadn't wanted him to look at her. "You're crying . "

Spencer made a face at the undisguised satisfaction in his purring voice.

"Was I that good?"

"Shut up.""

But this only had him laughing as he stole her lips for a short, hard kiss before setting out to clean her up in the room's en-suite. As this part of lovemaking still embarrassed her, Spencer couldn't help turning red the moment she felt him running a wet hand towel over her folds.

"You blush over the smallest and oddest things, mi vavli. "

"I can't help it," she grumbled. "You're the only one—-"

Etienne tensed at the way Spencer suddenly stopped speaking.

Spencer could feel her eyes filling up again, but this time it was for a much worse reason. How could she have forgotten that Etienne was not the only man she had sex with? And it didn't matter if the other party hadn't actually made love to her in the proper sense of the word. It was still sex, and Etienne must think she was such a little hypocrite, to still be able to blush when she had also chosen to sell her virginity to a stranger.

She took a deep breath, but before she could get another word out, he had already risen to his feet and cupping her face to make her look at him.

"It's alright."

The words were completely unexpected, and tears trailed down her cheek despite her best efforts to hold them back.

"If you want to talk about it, we will. If you want to forget it ever happened, we could do that, too. It's your choice . But whatever you choose, it will not make a difference with me."

His steadfast gaze gave her strength, and the tension in her body gradually loosened. "Most men wouldn't be able to..."

"But you are not in love with any of those men, Spencer."

Oh.

"You are in love with me, and I am not the type to let the past dictate my present." It was the truth, but it was also a lie.

"If I...if I..." She swallowed hard, finding it difficult to speak. "Let's say I did want to pretend it never happened, and that I never want to talk about it. If I just wanted to completely forget—-"

"Do you?"

"W-Will you?"

"If it is what you wanted." He held her gaze then, asking quietly, "Is it?"

Spencer slowly nodded.

"Then it will be as you wish. From here on, I am the only lover you had, and you will never think about any other man except me."