For the Night: Complete Box Set (76 page)

‘
Lucas,
’ she moaned, her voice broken and
hoarse with need.

‘Tell me what you want, angel?’

‘Touch me, make me come, please make me come.’

‘I can make you come in so many ways, Summer. Be
specific, tell me what you need?’ I whispered against her soft toned stomach,
as I pressed my hand harder against her clit.

‘I want to feel your fingers stroking my clit,
then have them sink into me, caressing my g-spot while you kiss and lick my
clit.’ Her big blue eyes looked down at mine, pleading with me. Like I needed
begging, I could make her come forever, well at least until her body couldn’t
take anymore. Giving her pleasure made me so happy. I gently tugged at her
knickers, I could have ripped them off, but I was definitely in the mood for
tender tonight. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide her knickers down her
thighs and over her dainty feet. As I looked back up her thighs automatically parted
for me, making me catch my breath as that flash of soft pink drew in my gaze
and had my tongue dart over my lip, eager to taste her. I peppered gentle
kisses on the inside of her thighs, smiling to myself as her fingers gathered
up the duvet below her, clenching it hard as she tipped her pelvis up towards
me. I slowly ran my nose up and down her baby soft mound, savouring her
intoxicating smell. My balls were rumbling, desperate to release their heavy
load, but I wanted to take my time. I ran my thumbs up her length, gently
parting her puffy folds, exposing her clenching moist entrance and that
succulent clit that I loved to nibble. I gave it a slowly teasing stroke with
the tip of my tongue. ‘
Lucas,
’ she squealed in a high pitched tone.

‘
Angel,
’ I replied with a happy groan. ‘I
think you’re going to come the minute I start to lick properly, aren’t you?’ I
smiled as I heard a little whimper leave her lips and looked up over her
stomach, between her breasts to see her head was lifted as she gazed at me, through
half-closed eyes that burned with desire. I held her gaze as I began, long,
slow, firm lashes that had her thighs start to tremble immediately. ‘Fuck,’ I
mumbled, as her sweet taste flooded my mouth. A few more licks had her jaw
drop, flexing up and down as her fingers tightened around the duvet clenched in
her hands. It only took five more, when I wanted at least five hundred more,
before she cried out my name as she fell back onto the bed, her hips thrusting
up, pressing herself tightly into my face as her orgasm rocked her, tremors
running on and on as I dipped my tongue inside her to catch the evidence, not
letting a drop go to waste. If I was on death row and given free choice for my
last meal, eating Summer’s sweet cunt would be top priority. ‘I hadn’t even
made it to the fingers yet,’ I chuckled, as her climax ran on.

‘Make it, please make it,’ she panted, trying to
get her breathing and her body back under control. ‘I can handle it.’

‘Let’s see if you can then,’ I replied, as I eased
two long fingers inside her, sucking in a breath at the thought of this warmth,
moisture and tightness surrounding my cock. I gently pumped them in and out,
stretching her first, then lowered my head again to lavish attention on her
sensitive nub. Her hands soon moved to grasp my hair, gently tugging then
pushing as she wriggled her hips. When my fingers were moving with ease, I went
in search of her g-spot, sucking her clit harder as I heard a jumble of words
leave her mouth. She was so close again. Part of me wished I could train her to
withhold them, another part of me loved that I could make her come so fast and
so often. If she wanted orgasms like this, one after another, who was I to deny
her? It was my job, my duty and my honour to make her happy. I rubbed hard with
the tips of my fingers as I nipped her clit between my teeth, whipping the tip
of my tongue back and forth. She started sobbing, then screamed as she bucked,
her muscles rippling around my fingers. I slowly withdrew them and put them in
my mouth, closing my eyes to focus on the enjoyment of sucking them dry, while
she mumbled incoherently above me. I licked her clean, while her body still
trembled, then slowly crawled back up her body and sank my tongue into her
willing mouth. She flung her arms around my neck, her legs lifting to circle my
waist as she rubbed herself along my shaft, making me groan with need into her
mouth.

‘
Please
, Lucas,’ she begged as she finally
pulled her head back and gazed up at me, melting me. ‘I need you so badly, make
love to me.’

‘I need you too, angel. I always need you,’ I
nodded, as I claimed her lips again, while gently sliding into her eager flesh,
her muscles gripping me tightly, dragging me in. I grunted, the sensation was
incredible. I’d slept with so many women, but none felt as good as her, none
moved me the way she did, none elicited the sort of emotion I felt when she was
falling apart under me.
I
was doing that to her, I was making her body
sing, playing her with as much reverence as a maestro would a valuable and rare
Stradivarius. We were just so in tune, mentally, physically and emotionally. I
really had met my perfect match, and I intended to make sure she knew she’d met
hers too, every single day for the rest of her life. ‘I love you so much,
Summer,’ I whispered emotionally against her lips.

‘Are you trying to make me cry?’ she asked, her
eyes taking on a watery shine.

‘I’m trying to stop myself from doing it,’ I
replied, full of sincerity. She let out another gasp as my cock reached inside
her, so deep inside I had to take a number of breaths to hold myself back. I
could get lost inside her, those moments when I had to withdraw I hated just as
much as she did. Our connection was never stronger than when she was gripping
me with her arms and legs holding me to her. I continued to move, slowly but
with power behind each thrust, gritting my teeth as I watched her unravelling.
Her sighs and moans filled my ears, her eyes glazing over, I could feel her love
for me seeping out of every pore of her delicate porcelain skin.

‘Ah, ah … Lucas … I … O
God
… please,’ she
cried, her voice trailing off at the end as her heels dug into my backside and
pressed hard, telling me she wanted more. I moved faster, but eased up on the
force and her hips started to dance with mine. If they were handing out prizes
for synchronicity during sex, we’d win fucking gold. No one in the history of
sex was as good as we were or would feel so much love, passion and
greed
for each other. I was so damn close, I wanted her to come with me, for us to
experience that heady rush at the same time.

‘Look at me, angel, I want you to look at me when
we come, to experience it with me as we both go over the edge together,’ I
demanded. She managed a nod as she forced her sleepy and dreamy looking eyes to
widen and looked up into mine, making me take in a sharp breath. ‘You’re so
damn beautiful, you wreck me, Summer Beresford. You fucking wreck me.’

‘And you … me, Lucas … Logan … Steel,’ she cried.
‘Tell me you’re there … I can’t … I can’t …
Lucas?
’ Her mouth formed a
perfect round circle as she let out a frenzied cry and her nails sank into the
back of my neck. I growled, a deep rumble that rose up through my body, as I
held my climax back waiting for the perfect moment, that moment where she hit
her peak and I could join her for the ride. I didn’t have to wait long. While
enjoying the feel of my come tearing up my shaft and filling her again and
again, I lost myself in her dazed eyes, all her love for me showing in them. My
ejaculation was powerful, but the rest of it was so sweet and tender. I finally
collapsed on her, our bodies covered in a dewy sheen from our efforts. We
buried our faces in each other’s necks, our lips gently caressing as she quivered
below me.
I could stay like this for ever and be happy,
I thought, as I
closed my eyes and smiled.

Logan

I stood outside The
Domville in New York, making a pit stop on my way to LA, and took a deep breath
before heading in. I strode over to the private lift for the Signature Suite,
keying in the code that I’d been provided with when the booking scenario had
been received. I ran my finger around the inside of my collar, flexing my neck
to ease out the kinks of frustration. I’d had my first real argument with
Summer about this. I’d sent Camilla an email, saying I’d been too hasty in
rejecting her last time, that in all these years she’d still been on my mind,
that I was desperate for another appointment with her. I’d received a booking
request within the hour and priced up a suitability expensive scenario, which I
obviously had no intention of fulfilling, though Camilla had no idea, she
wasn’t aware that we knew she was behind the blackmail attempts. Summer still
insisted I was playing with fire, I disagreed. Camilla had tortured us for
months, made me think that Summer’s very life might be in danger. What I had
planned for Camilla wasn’t nearly heated enough. The doors slid open and I
walked through the lobby to the double doors which swung open as I approached.
Memories of the first time I’d been here coming back to me, when I’d carried
Camilla, half comatose from a number of orgasms in that very lift, through to
the lounge for her strangers for the night fantasy. It had been years since
that appointment, but standing here today, it hardly seemed anytime at all.
Everything was so fresh in my mind, and not in a good way.

‘Logan,’ Camilla purred from her reclined pose on
one of the leather sofas. I walked into the vast lounge that screamed luxury
with its chocolate suede lined walls and real gold trimmings. She’d tried to
pose herself sexily, wearing a tiny black bodycon dress, her bleached blonde
hair draped down her chest, but all I could see was the vile creature who’d tried
to make me her fuck toy first time around, then tried to split Summer and I up.

‘Camilla,’ I nodded, curtly, as I undid my jacket
button. I reached down and undid my belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops,
holding her gaze as her eyes widened. She looked down at my crotch, a flicker
of disappointment crossing her face to see my obvious lack of erection. I took
a seat opposite her, draping my belt over the arm of the sofa and spreading my
arms across the back of it.

‘I knew you’d come around,’ she smiled, looking
back up at me. ‘Granted I thought it would be a few years earlier than it took,
but you’re here now, that’s all that matters. I take it your innocent looking
actress girlfriend was too prim and proper for you? Not able to offer the sort
of kink that you crave? The sort that only I can give you? For free moving
forwards too, no more payments. I bet I can get in all sorts of positions she
couldn’t even conceive of.’

‘You’re right,’ I agreed, with a nod. ‘Summer
couldn’t possibly sink to the depths that you do, whore herself out or degrade
herself, because she’s perfect, Camilla, my idea of perfect. Unlike you, for
her sex is an emotional connection with someone she cares about, it’s not just
about fucking and getting herself off. And for the record she fulfils
every
kink I crave, because she loves me so much that she wants to make me happy.
You, on the other hand, would only do it because all you’re interested in is
yourself. You’re a narcissist, Camilla. It’s all about you, what you want, what
you can get from everyone around you, which is the biggest turn off to a man
like me. That’s why you and I would never work, I prefer my women with a little
more class.’

‘You bastard,’ she spat, swinging her legs off the
sofa. She sat up to glare at me, her green eyes full of venom, which was
appropriate as she reminded me of a deadly vicious snake. ‘You contacted
me
,
telling me you’d made a mistake with her, that you wanted me.’

‘I lied,’ I shrugged. ‘Something I hate doing, but
I guess I learned from our last encounter, and your recent exploits, that if
you want something badly enough, you’ll do anything to get it. Happily for me,
Summer’s what I want, not a fake, vindictive, conniving and spoilt little bitch
like you.’

‘I don’t believe you,’ she hissed, as she rose up,
her hands flying to her hips in indignation. I stayed exactly where I was,
letting her see that she wasn’t getting to me. I’d planned to rile her up and
it seemed it was working.

‘Believe it, Camilla. I thought maybe you’d have
taken the years since our last encounter to grow, to mature as a person, to
maybe even become nice. I actually saw potential in you all those years ago, in
spite of what you did, but now I see that you passed that exit a few hundred
miles ago. I know of your hook up with Daron Beck, your pitiful attempts to
break Summer and I up, but it backfired didn’t it? You didn’t realise the depth
of her love for me, because I think you’re incapable of love yourself. You
didn’t expect her to have the balls to admit she’d booked a male escort and
wasn’t ashamed of the fact. You on the other hand,’ I shook my head as I
whistled. ‘How would you handle being outed on all media outlets? Daughter of
hotel mogul pays an escort to fuck her, seduces then blackmails her father’s
key employees with sex tapes in exchange for favours and their silence, doesn’t
look great, does it? It would be even worse if it came out that you stalked the
world’s most popular and sweetest actress, attempting to intimidate and
blackmail her. Daddy
wouldn’t
be impressed. Did you forget that I have
that tape of you confessing to your disgusting behaviour?’

‘
My
disgusting behaviour?
You’re
the
fucking prostitute!’ she yelled.

‘A very high class
ex-prostitute
thank you,
and no one that matters to me even cares about my past, Camilla. It’s not
affected my loved ones, or my career. Can you be confident that you’ll have
that sort of support? Think about everyone you’ve screwed over in your life,
how much they’re going to love seeing your fall from grace, how their stories
of how you used them will all appear in the papers too. As if sleeping with a
prostitute wasn’t bad enough for someone of your social standing, you fuck
anything that moves to get your own way. Not to mention collude, and have an
ongoing sexual relationship, with a sick and twisted man who’s been imprisoned
for child pornography. I really don’t see you bouncing back from a hit like
that once it’s leaked.’

‘You wouldn’t dare,’ she snarled, fury seeping
from her every pore as she took the few steps towards me, trying to intimidate
me by looking down at me. I gave her a lazy smile, which pissed her off even
more.

‘I have nothing left to lose now, Camilla.
You
made sure of that. You played the only cards you had and it backfired. You’re
all out of blackmail material on me, whereas I still have a full hand.
Releasing your tape and handing over the
very
large and quite frankly
damning file I have, on your blackmail and scare tactics, will probably see you
arrested and imprisoned yourself. I’m sure that will also result in you being
cut off from the very large trust fund that darling Daddy keeps topping up for
his sweet and innocent princess. Won’t he be disappointed to learn the truth?’

‘You
bastard
,’ she screamed, lifting a hand
to slap me. I grabbed it at the last second, inches from my face, hauling her
over my lap. I pinned her shoulders down with one hand, as my other reached for
my leather belt. I grasped the buckle as I swung the leather to wrap around my
fist a few times, until I had a decent amount of the belt to use on her.

‘
That’s
for trying to blackmail me all
those years ago,’ I hissed, giving her two forceful lashes, that cracked loudly
against her backside, still encased in the dress. No way was I touching her to
pull her knickers down, if she was even wearing any. I’d used belts in the
past, but never with Summer, they were too harsh for her. To be honest the red
welts didn’t bring me the enjoyment that a pink hue on the cheeks did, plus I
didn’t get that lovely satisfying smart on my own palm either. No, this had
nothing to do with sexual pleasure, this was revenge. Camilla screamed and I
quickly did another two. ‘
They’re
for trying to blackmail me recently.’
She screamed again and tried to wriggle off my lap, but I increased the
pressure on her shoulders, forcibly holding her in place. I did another two,
with such power I knew she’d feel it for at least the next few days, every time
she sat down those welts would send screaming messages of pain to her brain,
teaching her not to fuck with me. ‘And they’re for being the most
disgusting
and vile piece of work I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting.’

‘Stop, stop,’ she cried with a sob, her body
trembling against my thighs. I lifted her up and plonked her down on the sofa
next to me, noticing she winced as her obviously sore cheeks hit the cushion. I
stood up and threaded my belt back into my trousers as I glared down at her,
with as stern a look as I could muster.

‘
Don’t
make me come back with a metal
tipped flogger, Camilla, because trust me, I’ll get so much pleasure out of it
that you’ll get far more than six lashes, and there won’t be any safe words for
you to use. I’ll whip your arse until my arm gives out on me and you have
bruises and cuts that bleed, instead of those welts I’ve just given you.
Back
off!
You
ever
try anything like this again, if
anything
happens to upset Summer that you’ve had a hand in, you’ll look back at these
last ten minutes as being the best in your God damn life, because I will reign
total and utter destruction on you, financially, mentally and physically. Go
and get bloody therapy, sort your own life out instead of meddling in everyone
else’s. I
never
want to see you again, if I walk into a party or an
event and you’re there, you’ll get up and walk straight out, the same if you
cross paths with Summer. Do I make myself clear?’ I barked, the dominance in my
voice adding some extra gravitas to it.

She gave the briefest of nods as she desperately
tried to wipe the tears flowing down her face. I on the other hand tried
desperately not to show how much of a shit I felt for having done that, it was
an act that was seriously challenging me, I deserved a damn Oscar for it, but I
had a feeling that nothing else would have convinced her that I was serious. I
mean she’d thought I still wanted her, that my email telling her I wanted to
see her again, as no one else had compared, was true. She was even more deluded
and fucked up than I’d initially thought. But I needed her to believe that a
metal tipped flogger was something I’d have no qualms in using on her, when the
opposite was true. I only got off by straddling that fine line between pleasure
and pain. Causing pain, for the sheer hell of it, wasn’t my scene at all. I
found it abhorrent, not that I’d ever admit that to Miss Domville.

‘A nod doesn’t do it for me, Camilla. I need to
hear you say it, tell me that these games are over, that you’ll move on from
this obsession with me. I have someone ready to leak that video the minute I
press send on this text.’ I showed her the message that I’d primed, the one
that would go nowhere as I’d set my phone to flight mode, covering the
tell-tale icon on the phone with my thumb.

‘You’ve made yourself clear, I’ll behave,’ she
whispered.

‘Then this booking is over, as is any contact with
me in future,’ I advised and turned to head to the exit. I heard her starting
to sob again and looked over my shoulder as I reached the door. ‘O and by the
way, my clause of no refunds stands, consider your fee a repayment of the costs
I incurred hiring a team to bring you and Daron to justice. Goodbye Camilla.’ I
strode out of the lobby and into the lift, letting out the biggest sigh of my
life as the doors closed. Finally, she was out of mine and Summer’s hair. For
good. Daron was behind bars, where he belonged, life could get back to normal.
Or as normal as it was for a man like me with an international superstar for a
girlfriend.

I wiped my forehead on the towel and grabbed my
bottle of water to sip, still water containing slices of lime and some ice
cubes. I never had ice back home, but out here, in the Californian heat, I
needed damn ice. It was way hotter than I’d expected it to be and now I was
being extra physical. It had been in the contract that Logan Steele needed to
give it his all and not hold back. And I was never one to skimp on an agreement,
be it verbal or written. No emotional attachment, I reminded myself as I headed
back to the rumpled bed and looked down at the redhead dressed in some skimpy
black underwear, as she looked up at me seductively, tugging her wrists against
the restraints securing her to the custom made BDSM headboard. I’d loved
sourcing that, in fact I’d ordered all sorts for my bedroom back home too. I
tossed my bottle to the floor and straddled her, yanked her hair to pull her
neck to the side as I leaned in and bit it, before making my way around to kiss
her. I wished it was Summer, ever since I’d been performing like this again, I
felt guilty, thoughts of Summer constantly invading my head. Why the hell did
she have to be so far away, making me miss her, making me miss sex so much with
her?