Chapter 2

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A s soon as we were in his apartment upstairs, he shut the door behind us, flipping the lock right after. I stood still, silently watching as he moved around the room. He eventually stopped near what I assumed was the closet and toed off his boots. Then, he shrugged his cut off, his muscles flexing as he did so.

I bit my lip. God, this man was beautiful. And I was both excited and terrified to be spending a night with him. Because while I knew it would be fucking amazing, I also knew his wife was crazy as hell. Facing her wasn’t on my list of things I particularly wanted to do.

And against his wife, I held no grounds. She could beat my ass, and I couldn’t fight back. It was one of the downfalls of being a club bunny.

“Turn around,” Elijah told me, his deep, masculine voice sliding around me, his command settling deep in my chest.

Drawing in a deep breath, I turned and faced the plain, wooden door, my heart hammering in my chest. A soft gasp sounded from me when he placed his hands on my bare shoulders. His hands were rough and calloused, and his touch sent tingles down my spine.

“Been eyeing you for a while now, doll,” he rumbled from behind me. He brushed my long, blonde hair over one shoulder, and his lips met my skin a moment later. I bit my lip, biting back my moan.

He gripped my leather pants and slid them down my thighs, his palms sliding over the smooth skin of my legs as he did so. Wordlessly, he tapped one ankle and then the other, a silent command for me to lift my feet. I came out of my heels and my pants all at once.

“God, this ass,” Elijah muttered, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he squeezed it. I moaned.

My breath hitched in my throat when he grabbed the zipper on my bodysuit and slowly pulled it down, his rings cold against my spine. After he pulled it down past my hips, it pooled on the floor with the rest of my clothes.

I squeaked in surprise when his hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, yanking my body back against his firm, muscular one. My eyes fluttered closed, a whimper sounding from my lips when he grasped my tit with his other hand, testing the weight of it before he tweaked my nipple.

“Always wondered if these were real,” he mused.

“They’re real,” I told him, hating that my voice came out shaky. This man was affecting me way too much.

He lowered his head and nipped lightly at my earlobe before sucking it between his teeth. I moaned his name, my hands coming up to grip his forearm. With his other hand, he made a path down my body until he slipped his fingers between my legs, finding my slick heat.

“Already so fucking wet,” he growled. He slapped my pussy. A sound that was a mixture of a sob and a moan ripped from my lips. “Your little cunt is greedy for my cock, isn’t it, doll?”

“Yes,” I breathlessly answered. I wasn’t even ashamed to admit it. I wanted this man to own my body for tonight. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.

I felt more naked than I did without clothes when he stepped back from me. I could feel his eyes running over my skin. “Face me. On your knees,” he commanded.

I quickly turned to face him and dropped fluidly down to my knees. I watched as he pulled his long-sleeved shirt over his head, revealing all of his tan, tattooed skin and his sinewy muscles. I licked my lips. God, he was even better looking without clothes covering him.

“How bad do you want me in your mouth, Olivia?”

My nipples hardened at the sound of my name coming off his lips. “Bad,” I whispered.

He pulled his cock out of his jeans and tapped my lips with them. I flicked my tongue out, licking the little bit of precum from the tip of his shaft. Then, I opened my mouth and invited him in.

“ God ,” he groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders for a moment. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick before sucking him in deeper. He laced his fingers in my hair and began to fuck my mouth, quickly dominating me and using my mouth however he wanted.

I didn’t care. I was so wet that I could feel my thighs becoming slick. He growled my name, fucking my mouth harder. Thankfully, I didn’t have a gag reflex, so he slid down my throat easily. My eyes watered. Drool slid from the corner of my mouth.

He suddenly pulled out of my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair as he fisted his cock. He pumped once, twice, and then came all over my tits, shouting my name as he did so.