Locked Out (Locked In Love, an Alpha Billionaire Serial)(Volume 2) (4 page)

Another rumble and another deadlock releases. Locke grabs the handle and opens the safe. The door hisses as it swings out. “This box is too heavy and too large to remove. It’s built to withstand drills--it has a tungsten-carbide chip at all its weak points, explosions, and water.”

“Water? Like, flooding?”

He smiles. “Sort of. Some thieves have used water on the inside, freezing the locks to make them brittle or, once, they tried filling a safe with water while detonating the explosive in it.”

“Why would they do that?”

“In theory, the water would have protected the contents, while the pressure caused by the explosion would have forced the doors open.”

“But--”

“The water destroyed the contents, and most safes will spring leaks, making it difficult to create the amount of pressure needed to pop the door.”

My eyes widen. “Jesus.”

He shrugs and motions for me to walk in the safe in front of him. I do, and his hand finds my lower back again. It’s such a familiar touch, like we’re dating.

You’re not, though. You’re his employee and he’s a liar
.

Well, at least an Omitter. He’d omitted the truth so he could do whatever stupid thing he wanted to do tonight. Ugh.

Inside I feel claustrophobic. I hear him behind me. “The walls are titanium, four and a half inches thick, so it’s impregnable, and--

“Locke, there’s no ruby.” The safe is empty.

Locke

Elise manages to look worried and smug at the same time. Her nose is scrunched and her eyes are still darting around the inside of the safe and then back to me. She’s waiting for my reaction.

“I know.”

Oh, it was worth keeping the secrecy for this moment. Her mouth hangs open and her gaze is pinned on me. I’d love the surprise more if I wasn’t still rabidly upset about her attack. Seeing her in the robe, knowing someone had the audacity to pull a gun on her, rip her dress-- and in my fucking
home
--

I can’t not touch her. My hand keeps finding its way to her back, her shoulder. Anything to verify that she’s okay. My body doesn’t feel like my own right now and that should upset me more than it does. But in this moment, I crave her.

My hands grab her shoulders roughly and I whirl her around, ready to press her lips to mine--

Elise’s face blanches, her muscles clenching beneath my hands. Fuck, I’m so insensitive. Of course she’s not ready for a rough touch.
 

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, and release her. “I--I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” My voice is too husky, thick with desire for her. No woman has ever refused me, and I step back, not wanting to risk this being the first time.

“I’m fine,” she says, features softening. “Just shaken up. Where is the ruby?”

“It’s safe. I don’t want you to feel shaken up, Elise.” She looks startled, but I don’t stop. “You’re in my home, you shouldn’t have to worry about men pulling guns on you, or taking advantage of you--”

She frowns. “You took advantage of me.”

“No. We did what we both wanted.”

“You know I need money. You’re dangling twenty thousand dollars in front of me-- taking advantage of my poverty.”

My body is hot, still riled, and my temper is flaring. “Please. You’re a grown woman. Young,” I add, “but old enough to say ‘no.’”

She lets out a bitter laugh. “And that would have stopped you?”

Now I reclaim the space between us, getting in her face. “Yes.” This woman! The things she does to me. I don’t even make sense to myself anymore. My anger is bubbling, and I can’t believe she’s accusing me, comparing me to the fucker who hurt her. Yet this close, her pale skin and wide, blue eyes meeting my face, all I want is to bury myself inside her. Prove to her that I’m capable of protecting her. That her mind and body have me ensnared.

My hands grab her waist, and I brush my thumbs up and down her hips over the satin robe. “Tell me to stop now, if you want,” I challenge. Leaning in, I kiss her neck, inhaling her vanilla smell. She used the products in the room, then, coating her skin and hair in something that is somehow homey and sensual at the same time.

My tongue licks her delicate skin there and Elise gasps, arching into my body, pressing herself closer. “Tell me,” I breathe into her ear before nipping her jaw, “that you don’t want me to touch you. That we don’t have mind blowing sex. Tell me you don’t want me to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you forget everything bad that happened tonight.”

Her breaths are coming in quick rasps, the tips of her breasts brushing my chest. I hear the moan that wants to escape as she dodges. “There’re patrols, Locke. Your auction is happening. You probably have places to be. Rubies to sell--”

“They can wait,” I snarl as I begin to press her backwards, walking her toward the safe wall. A promise is a promise, and I am going to fuck her so hard she only remembers my touch. “Tell me, Elise. Tell me what you want.” Her back connects with the wall and her moan does escape this time. I snake a hand under her robe, loving the soft feel of her skin.

My hand moves between her legs, tracing her inner thighs. Elise doesn’t tell me what she wants, not yet, but her legs spread wider. My other hand opens her robe. It slides to the floor. She’s still wearing the ruin of a dress, the purple emphasizing her creamy skin. Her breasts are threatening to topple out.

Sinking to my knees, I kiss her hip, her thighs, inching my way closer to her honeyed center. She’s beginning to writhe, trying to bring her pussy to my mouth, but I dodge.

“Locke!” She finally shouts in frustration. “Why are you fucking teasing me?”

My fingers lightly trace her outer lips, barely touching her. “Tell me no, Elise, or tell me yes.”

“Jesus, Locke--”

My hands drop, my mouth leaves her skin, and I start to stand. She’s practically humming, her body hot, but she will learn.

I have rules. She doesn’t control this. I do.

“Yes, Locke,” she whines. “Fuck me! Please! Make me forget him.”

Her submission is like a drug for me. My vision is tunneled and all I see is her. Her curves, so generous and beautiful. How pink her shaved pussy is, her arousal shining in the low light of the safe. As soon as her pleading ‘yes’ hits my ears, I dive into her pussy.

It smells sweet and I swipe my tongue firmly through her lips, tasting her cream. She has the most nuanced, decadent tasting pussy. I could eat her for hours. Her fingers are knotting in my hair and her cries echo off the safe walls.

It sounds like fifteen Elise’s, all begging for more, all mewling with pleasure. It’s a symphony.

It makes me rock hard, my erection throbbing in my tuxedo.

She’s right. I do have things I’m supposed to be doing. I’m sure Ben and the Auctioneer are looking for me right now. Not even Ben knows where I’ve stashed the Kane ruby. It isn’t a matter of trust, it’s just I didn’t see a need to tell him.

Her body is trembling, her hips bucking wildly on my face. I thrust two fingers into her tight channel and begin to pump them in and out.

I close my lips around her clit and suck hard, flicking it with my tongue.

Elise erupts on my face, fucking it and my fingers, riding out her orgasm. My tongue works to lick every gushing drop of her orgasm. Her taste coats my tongue. It’s heady, and I can’t wait anymore.

Launching up, I grab the front of her dress and yank, ripping it down the middle. Her tits tumble out, those stunning, big, pink nipples tight with desire. I want to grab and suck them, just fucking take as much of her tits into my mouth as I can, but my cock needs to be inside of her, now.

“Unzip my pants,” I command. “Get my cock out.”

As Elise eagerly leaps into action, I grab her breasts. They fill my hands and I squeeze, hard. She whimpers, but I keep massaging them. My thumb and forefingers pinch her nipples, tugging on them.

Jesus, my cock is in her hands. Her warm grip is firm and she begins to jerk me. I’m twitching in her hand and she looks at me as if to say
I’m going to make you come, just by this
.

Oh, hell no, little vixen. I twist her nipples until the smugness drops from her face. Her grip tightens on me and I shake my head.
No, Elise. You don’t want to do that.

She does, and I release a nipple, catching her wrist. Squeezing, I feel her small bones grind and she gasps, letting go.

“Put your hands around my neck. Do not let go.”

They clasp tight. Elise is chewing on her lip. Leaning a little, I grip her ass and lift. Her legs wrap around my waist and I plunge into her in one thrust.

Her velvet, wet heat surrounds me and I close my eyes. No pussy has ever felt so good. I can’t even remember other women. It’s like she’s scrubbed them from my mind.

“Oh, fuck, Locke!” Her ankles lock behind me.

I can’t hold back anymore. I begin to fuck her. Really fuck her. You know what I’m talking about. I’m talking grunting, slapping, noisy, sloppy, down-and-dirty fucking. The kind you catch your neighbors doing through a window while you rub one out.

It is glorious.

Elise keeps looking down, like she’s afraid I’m going to drop her. There is nothing that would make me let this woman go in this moment. Her pussy is heaven, and I am burying myself over and over in it. It’s clenching hard, gripping me like her fist, and I feel my balls tighten as I prepare to come.

Her face is lovely, exquisite as her eyes squeeze shut, her cheeks flushed. Her voice is in my ear, it’s all around me.

“Come Elise,” I order. This is important to me, whether she knows it or not. I like knowing I can control a woman’s orgasms. It starts subtle, like this. Working her up first, then reminding her to let go. But if Elise lets me train her? She wouldn’t be able to come without me. “Come now!”

She does, clamping down so tight on my cock it is snugger than a glove. I keep thrusting, pounding into her as she wails. Then I pull out as my orgasm blows through me, pumping my hot seed onto her belly. It stains the remnants of her dress, my white shirt, and I don’t give a shit.

I don’t want to put her down. I lean against her, pinning her further. My forehead connects with hers. Our hard breaths are mingling, and somewhere in my brain I love the fact that we’re sharing the same oxygen.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and my stomach clenches. It’s low and weak and pretty much the opposite of anything you expect to come out of Elise Martin’s mouth. “I needed that.”

Me too
, but I don’t say it.

I can’t say it.

She wiggles and I reluctantly let her slide down. It feels weird between us. We’ve been together only a handful of hours, but I’ve fucked her three times now. Each time leaves me feeling only half-sated, like something missing.

My mind dances around the obvious answer, not wanting to hear it.

Elise is becoming an addiction for me. It was supposed to be a quick romp, some amusement as she tried to catch my tricks. I couldn’t have anticipated how well we matched. Or how her sharp mind put me
en garde
. Beautiful, clever, witty.

And a natural submissive.

I button my tux coat to cover the stain left from our tryst. “I feel like I should treat you to dinner or something.” She looked wounded and I don’t know what I’ve said.

“It’s just sex, Locke. You don’t owe me anything for it. Now where’s your ruby? You have places you need to be and I want to know, then I want to go get dressed.”

I did. A glance at my watch told me we needed to retrieve the Kane Ruby, anyway. It was almost its time to shine. “Let me show you where it is.” Elise’s sensual lips press together, like she’s biting back something she wants to say.

Trying not to think about how strained things are between us, I lead her out of the safe and re-seal it.

When I’m sure it’s closed, I head over to the wall. This is a feature I’m particularly proud of. My finger finds the button hidden under the wallpaper, covered and seamless, and presses.

A panel shifts open next to my foot and I hear her gasp. “You sneak!”

Inside is a black box. The Kane Ruby. “Let’s deliver this, okay? Then talk about how you want to proceed over dinner.”

Elise nods.

“May I see it?” She asks, and there’s a hushed awe I can tell she’s trying to hide. She wants to sound cool, not interested. That’s okay. Even I get a little awed when knowing I’m about to look at one of the most expensive rocks in the world.

Bending, I pull the box out and undo the combination lock. Look, it isn’t that simple is always best. It’s just that simple is underrated. A hidden box works far better in my experience than an enormous safe. The grandpa who hid his money under the floorboards was a lot less of a target than the guy with a big ol’ safe behind the painting in the office.

It clicks open and she looks… less impressed than I had hoped for.

“Okay, really-- where is it?”