Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (15 page)

I knew in that moment that she was meant to come into my life and I hers.

And I would do anything in my power to protect her…

Now.

And forever.

Jaxon Deen.

This man changed my life in more ways than I ever imagined could be possible. I had been with VIP for almost a year. I thought I knew everything, I thought I had seen everything; I thought I had experienced it all. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. It was nothing compared to what I would go through, all at the hands of a man and my own doing.

I wish I could tell you that it was his fault; that he was solely responsible for my actions, but I would be lying.

I was.

Nobody else, but me.

I honestly didn’t know where it came from, the emotions, the feelings, the devotion, the adoration, and the love. I lived and breathed for him. I was caught in his spider web of lies and deceit and the sad part was, I believed every word he spoke. Every promise he made. All the times he touched me and told me I was the one.

It felt real.

Sincere.

Consuming.

I thought about him when I was alone and even when I was laying in his arms. It didn’t matter that I saw other clients, both men and women, orgies, threesomes, you name it, I did it.

I gave them my body.

Jaxon had my heart.

It sideswiped me out of nowhere, like a car colliding into me from oncoming traffic. I didn’t see it coming until it was too late and I was too far-gone. He was the ventilator that kept me alive and breathing and the sole purpose of my everyday existence.

At first, I thought it was a game, I was the cat and he was the mouse; except, I never stood a chance, not for one second. I had just turned twenty when I met him and in my eyes, I was an adult, I was a woman.

In reality, I was a child, living in a fantasy world of what ifs and maybe somedays.

And it all started and ended with, “I love you.”

Those three fucking words ruined me for any other man.

I could come up with a million excuses, it was because of my father, or Landon, or just plain stupidity. I never thought I would fall head over heels in love with someone that never belonged to me. He was never mine; I just pretended like he was.

Madam was right about one thing.

Never say never…

Jaxon was married.

He had a family.

Yes… I know…I’m a hypocrite. Trust me, I’m well aware.

I met him at one of Madam’s parties and saw him from across the room, sounds like a fairy tale, right? Of course, I would get my happy ending. That’s how life is supposed to be, but it’s not. Not even close.

I recognized him immediately from the papers; he was in politics and the epitome of the perfect father and husband. He was also one of my dad’s friends, and much older than I was. Some would say I could pass for his daughter, but fuck he was sexy. Tall, dark, and handsome; his chocolate colored eyes and the smell of his cognac breath, and the light grey stubble on his five o’clock shadow. The way he looked at me, and the way he didn’t… the hold he had on me when he wasn’t around and then the lock that was there when he was.

I know what you’re thinking and maybe you’re right… maybe I did do it out of revenge… or spite… but it didn’t feel like it. At least not to me.

I often thought about my father and his mistress when I was with Jaxon. And for the first time since I found about his torrid affair with another woman, a woman who had his children… I related to her. I connected to a woman that I saw one time, briefly. I was her… doting after a man to be with me, to have him in any way, shape, or form that I could. I hated myself for it. The deeper I got involved with him, the more I lost myself.

I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror, and maybe I never did.

“Pretty girl, you’re so lovely, so warm and soft,” he praised as the tips of his fingers ran up and down from my throat to my pelvic bone. “Your smell is addicting and I can’t get enough of you, not in small doses or in big ones. It’s never enough when I am with you. Tell me you know that?”

“I do,” I purred, loving his hands on me.

“I’m going to marry you one day, you’re going to be the mother of my children, and I’m going to love you forever and never let you go. You’re mine, Brooke, just mine.”

I smiled at the thought.

“I want to try something. Do you trust me?”

“Yes…” I breathed out, getting lost in him, exactly as I always had. He lulled me in with his deep breaths and sighs all over, with his movements and caresses. He played me like his favorite instrument he never wanted to put down. He knew my body better than I did. I learned so much about myself with him. What I liked, what I loved, and what I couldn’t ever get enough of.

My wants, my needs, my everything.

All at the hands of a married man. 

“I want to make you come; do you want to come for me?”

I sucked in my bottom lip and he groaned, making my pussy melt with anticipation. My eyes were closed and I didn’t want to open them. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I saw the truth staring back at me, and it was much easier to pretend. To live in the world that I created in my mind, where it was only he and I and nothing else mattered.

He kissed and licked the nook of my neck—the spot that drove me crazy and made me quiver all over. His fingers kneaded my breast, gently at first and then more demanding, urgent and insistent. My body felt warm all over, it spread fast like wild fire, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

He was everywhere, embedding himself deeper into my heart and soul.

“Your skin is turning red everywhere I touch you, baby. Do you know what you do to me? Do you know that you own me? That I’m yours?”

I moaned in response.

He placed his fingers on my lips, beckoning me to open, and I did. He moved them in and out in slow, delicious torture, and once they were moist enough, he removed them and circled them around my nipple; it became hard for him in seconds. He proceeded to do the same with the other and then leaned forward and blew on them, enticing my nerve endings and driving me wild with desire.

I squeezed my thighs together to relieve the ache and he made a disapproving sound from deep within his throat.

“I can see your pussy glistening, waiting for me to touch it. Should I take mercy on you and give you what you want, or should I make you beg for it? You know how much I love the begging,” he tormented me with a tone that I was very familiar with.

His fingers found their way to my mouth again, but this time, he placed them directly on my clit, slowly moving them in a side-to-side motion.

“That feel good, pet?”

Just like everything he did to me, it was precise and calculated.

“Come here.”

I opened my eyes and watched as he sat back on the headboard of the bed, nodding his head for me to sit between his legs with my back to him. He spread my legs open and I relaxed into his firm, muscular form. When he felt like my body was lenient enough for him, he proceeded to continue his back and forth motion on my clit.

My head fell back on his shoulder and my mouth parted slightly. He kissed down my neck and angled both my legs upward, causing my hips to move backward, further onto his hard, awaiting cock.

With one hand, he played with my clit, and with the other, he glided up and down my opening, spreading around the wetness that was seeping out.

“You have no idea how bad I want to taste you. I can actually feel your salty sweetness on the tip of my tongue.”

He stopped playing with my clit and effortlessly pushed his way into my opening. His fingers curved directly toward the spot inside me that he always seemed to find on command. He massaged it in a circular rhythm, like a ferris wheel, going up and then down.  It felt swollen within minutes and I wanted to explode, shatter on him, for him. My legs trembled and my head spun.

This orgasm felt different than others I had experienced from other skilled partners, including him. My stomach tightened and my breathing labored instead of escalated. It was suffocating and engulfing and his heartbeat mimicked mine. They produced the same pitter, patter, back and forth, talking to one another.

“That’s it… you’re almost there. I can feel you pushing me out.”

He pushed in another finger and I felt full to the hilt, except this time, he thrust in and out of me in quick, steady motions, hitting my g-spot with a force that only his cock produced.

“I can’t… I can’t… please...” I begged for I don’t know what.

“Shhh… just let yourself go; just let it happen. I want to see you come apart.”

My hips matched the pace of his thrusts and my pussy quenched for a thirst I didn’t understand or recognize. I had no control over my body and it moved on its own accord. I could physically feel myself pushing his fingers out; I needed release and it made me hold in my breath.

“Yes… yes… yes…” he groaned into the side of my face. I didn’t have to see him to know that he was just as turned on as I was, maybe more if that were possible.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I screamed out, and that’s the exact moment he removed his fingers. My pussy squirted come across the bed. And it didn’t stop, he shoved his fingers back in and fucked my g-spot while his other hand manipulated my clit.

My body shook and I couldn’t stop coming. It was one right after the other; hitting me with rapid speed. I had no time to stop and collect myself, nor did he want me to. I couldn’t control the emotions from the passion he was igniting and producing, and for the first time, I yelled out, “I love you,” over and over again, repeating it as if it were the easiest words in the world. They flowed out of me with no cause of concern for the repercussion.

Nothing but
I love you.

And a huge part of me knew…

That’s what he wanted all along.

“Oh my God, Mom, I am not dating her; she’s not my girlfriend. Can you please stop!”

She rolled her eyes. “Devon, she lived with you.”

“For a few months.”

“And she works for you.”

“Yes for about a year and a half now.”

“So…”

“So… what?”

“That makes her something and I really love her, Devon, and so do your sisters.”

“Why are we talking about this again? Ysabelle and I are just friends. That’s it. I love her, but not in that way.”

“Ugh! You’re so frustrating. When am I going to be a grandmother?”

“Well you already are; you have Deahna and Lauren is engaged and Alexis isn’t that far behind, so I’m sure you have lots of babies coming soon. Now can you please get off my ass?”

“Uncky Dev.” Deahna came barreling through the garage door, right into my arms.

“Hey, little munchkin,” I said, kissing all over her face and making her giggle.

“Not munchkin, big girl,” she replied through a fit of laughter.

“Yes… yes… I know, such a big girl.”

“Oh Lord, she is driving me insane,” Liv said, running in after her. “Do you want to keep her for a few days? I’m serious. I have finals that I still haven’t cracked a book open for and John is working overtime.”

“I would love to keep her.”