“Let me go.”
“Not until you tell me what I want to know.” I narrowed my eyes on her.
“If I wanted to be treated like this, I’d go back to fucking Manhattan.” My eyes snapped shut.
Fuck.
“New York? Why the hell did you decide to come to Washington?”
“It’s none of your concern.”
“You work in my club, with my people. If you hurt them, I will end you.”
I scoffed. “I’m trying to exist here, okay?! I got a fresh start and just want a normal fucking life, but with you, I can’t have it!” She arched her brow. “I haven’t felt alive in a very long time, but you make me feel something. I refuse to feel like this because you can’t express your fucking emotions. You feel it, too, whatever the hell this is between us.”
“I feel nothing between us, Kadence.”
I failed to hide the wince I made, her words slapping me in the face. “That’s a fucking lie, and you know it. This,” I grindedmy hips into her, “is a raging inferno waiting to explode. You want to fuck me just as much as I want you. Your fingers in my pussy were nothing compared to what you really want to do to me, Blaize.”
“So you want to give me your body like awhore?” I expected…something? A reaction. To cringe. To recoil and retreat completely from her at the word, but I…liked it. I shouldnotlike that word falling from her lips.
“I want to be your whore for one night. That’s all. Like I said, I don't want you to love me. I only want you to fuck me. You have free rein.” Her hand gripped my throat tighter, pushing me into the mirror. I was surprised it didn’t shatter from the tension.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”
“One night?” I nodded as she let go of my throat altogether, her cheeks flush a light pink.
“That’s all I want, and then we can be over.”
“Tomorrow. 9:00 p.m. Trench coat. Black thong and heels. Don’t be late.”
That was all she said before she walked out of the bathroom, leaving me soaked and terrified. I didn’t know what I agreed to, but I was ready for it.
CHAPTER 45
BLAIZE
My knuckle split, but I kept hitting the worn punching bag back-to-back. There was a fire in my soul that was not budging, and it was because ofher. Tonight was going to be a fucking mistake, but there was no going back now. I knew what I wanted, and it was Kadence Hayes.
One night.
It would be the worst possible thing I could do, but giving into that temptation would finally kill this desire. At least, it better simmer and die, because after tomorrow, there would be no more. She was a need, a pesky temptation that was driving me insane. There was only so much whiskey I could consume and rage boxing would lead to injuries I didn’t need right now.
I kicked the bag, spinning on my heel before going in for another punch. I closed my eyes as I shuffled my feet. This was not helping me tonight.
Temptation was a wicked beast, and I was a weak woman. The best way to get over temptation was to dive right in. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t plan it out already. One night with Kadence was not enough, but it was all I was allowing myself. She said free rein, but she was not ready for that. I could imagine her strapped to the sex machine, her orgasms, her cries, her pleas asit drug out orgasm after orgasm until she begged me to please her. It was my favorite form of punishment. It seemed like a reward until it got to the point of pain instead of pleasure. I wondered how long she could last and how many orgasms it could pull from her.
Would she beg for my tongue?
I smirked, sipping the whiskey. Tonight, I was going to take a bite of the forbidden fruit, and then I’d deal with the consequences later. I was going to sink my teeth into her until I got my fill. She was going to taste like the sweetest sin.
I left my room, walking down to the club and taking the keys to room 127. It was my favorite room, and the furthest away from Hunter. It also didn’t have peep holes. When I was alone with my submissive, I didn’t like being watched. If I wanted to give everyone a show, I would go on stage.
Kadence was going to see a different side of me. I couldn’t let the part she knew out in here, the one who craved an answer, craved her screams. I needed to be the domme, the woman that was here to bring her pleasure without letting my life get in the way. Using this time to get answers was a betrayal of trust. We both needed to satisfy this desire that burned inside the both of us, and then I can go back to figuring out who the hell she was.
Kadence gave me a hint, and it might just be the thing I needed to find out who she was and why she was here. She left a big city, but why would she leave Manhattan to come here? New York had more opportunities than Westhaven. So now my question was who was she running from? She said she wanted a new life, but why? Why here?