The Billionaire Dating Game: A Romance Novel (37 page)

The guy had his hand around the chick’s midriff. She leaned away from him, but he didn’t get the hint. Instead, he pulled her away from the bar.

I moved closer as he began to tug her towards the exit. Some sort of stupid instinct that draws me toward trouble instead of keeping me away from it.

“Come on baby, let’s go,” he was saying.

“But I don’t want to go,” she said, her voice rising above his. “I didn’t even meet him yet!”

I headed between them and the exit door. Yeah, I’m the kind of idiot who doesn’t know when to mind his own fucking business. But I figured it was my name on the studio door, and my reputation on the line if some girl got treated bad at a studio after-party.

“You can meet him later.”

“But I want to see him now!”

She was shouting by now, causing a commotion at the end of the bar. Not even the music could drown out her high-pitched shouting.

I stepped in front of them and put my shot glasses down on the bar. The guy leered at me from under his greasy, slicked back hair. I had no doubt that I was doing the right thing.

“Move, buddy,” he said.

“Is this guy bothering you?” I asked the girl. Not a girl, really, but a woman. She was older than I’d thought, maybe thirty-five. Too old to be wearing a fake leather miniskirt or bright red lipstick, that’s for damn sure.

“Oh my god. You’re Clint Terrance.” Her mouth dropped open.

I nodded.

“I was supposed to come here for an audition!” She couldn’t stop gushing, and every sentence coming through her fire-engine red lips was an exclamation. “I love your studio’s music! This is like fate! Me meeting you here!”

“You’re the Terrance kid?” the guy asked. His leer turned uncertain. I could tell he knew who I was. My name was a weapon, and I didn’t use it unless I had to. Usually I didn’t need to.

“An audition?” I focused on the woman. She licked her bottom lip and I realized her pupils were dilated from some designer drug. She wasn’t awful-looking, but I’d seen too many of her type. Bleached blonde wanna-be rock stars who had gone past their prime.

All coked up with nowhere to go.

“Where is he?” she asked. Her hand clawed around my wrist. “Can I see him?”

Him? Who the hell’s she talking about?

“Come on, sweetie,” the sleazeball said, yanking her away from me. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“Hey!” I said, planting myself firmly between them and the door.

“You don’t want to interfere here, kid,” he said. The warning was in his tone and in the way his arm clamped even tighter around the woman. She barely seemed to notice. All of her desperation had turned to me, and she was waiting for me.

“I’m not a kid to anyone but my dad,” I said.

“Whatever, kid,” he said. “Come on, we’re leaving.” He tried to push past me with the woman.

“Nobody messes with the girls in my studio,” I said, pushing him back.

“Not your fucking studio,
kid
.”

Fuck that. I wasn’t going to let this guy push me around. The whiskey was boiling in my blood, and the security guard was over on the other side of the room.

I clamped one hand on his shoulder and shoved him back against the bar.

“Hey!”

He winced and let go of the blonde. She jumped away from him behind me, putting her hands on my back.

“My savior!” she cried. Way too melodramatic. I could smell the alcohol on her breath as she pressed her fake tits against me.

“Fuckin’ stop it, kid—” the guy started to say, but I didn’t wait to hear him. My arm was already in the air, and the punch landed right across the guy’s ugly face.

“I’m not. A fucking. Kid.” My face was inches away from his, and I could smell the blood that was already dripping from his lip.

“Goddamn lunatic!” He tried to shove me away, but now I was burning mad. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re doing.”

“Yeah? When has that ever stopped me?”

“Listen—”

“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” The whiskey spun my brain, and the energy of the crowd around me gave me another burst of energy. I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground. He kicked at me, sending a jolt of pain through my leg.

The fuck!
Who kicks me? Who kicks Clint-fucking-Terrance?

I punched him again, and my fist cracked across his nose. Behind the bar, Piers was yelling and waving wildly for security.

“Nobody calls me a kid,” I said. “No-fucking-body, no fucking way! You get that?”

I mashed a finger into his bloody face, right on his nose. He squealed like a slide guitar.

“Clint, stop!”

My tour manager’s voice buzzed in my ear, and someone was tugging at my shirt. I heard it rip as I pushed forward, shaking the smarmy bastard in my grip. He twisted in my hands, his eyes filled with terror. Some people were yelling, and I could hear Danny coming through the crowd behind me.

I gave the asshole one more shake and raised my fist again.

“Please don’t,” he said, only with his broken nose it came out as
Preese dunt.

“You fucking sleazeball,” I said. “You goddamn—”

“Stop.”

The voice behind me wasn’t a shout, but it boomed across the crowded studio as loud as if it had come through a megaphone. The crowd went silent.

I dropped the guy back against the bar. He whined softly, slithering back away to a safe distance from my fists, and I turned around.

My dad stood in the middle of the studio floor, looming over the crowd in his dark navy business suit. Moses himself couldn’t have parted a crowd like my dad did. They fell back in waves. He cleared his throat and adjusted a silver cufflink at his wrist.

“Get your ass in here, kid. Now.” He turned his back and stepped into the recording room without waiting for a reply.

“Sure, Pops,” I said under my breath, gritting my teeth and turning back the bar. Piers glanced over at me, but I didn’t meet his eye. I threw back one shot, then the next, without taking a breath between. So much for sharing. The party—and Roxie—would have to wait.

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Chapter One

I breathe in the darkness.

There is a blindfold around my eyes. There is a collar around my neck. I am sitting up on my knees, naked, trembling. My wrists are bound to the bedposts, stretched out to either side of me.

He is behind me.

I can feel his breathing on the back of my neck. I strain forward, away from him. He is not touching me, but his breath is warm on my skin. I pull harder, but the ties around my wrists hold fast.

The ties around my wrist are silken handcuffs. The bed underneath me is covered in silk sheets. Even the blindfold is black silk.

Black. Everything is black. My eyes are open under the blindfold but I can see nothing. I sit there silently, feeling the air move against my naked body.

“Lacey, my darling.” He breathes the words into my ear from behind me. I gasp as his hand touches my shoulder.

His fingers are long and slim. They are warmer than his breath on the back of my neck.

“Are you afraid of the dark?”

I shake my head. I won’t give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Am I afraid of the dark? No, I want to say. I’ve always loved the dark. Even when I was a child, I didn’t need a nightlight. I didn’t shed a single tear when I broke my arm. I stayed in the haunted barn one night when my brothers dared me, and I didn’t even cry out when my dad spanked me for doing it. My mom always said that I was the bravest girl she’d ever met.

Now, though, I don’t feel brave. Now, in the darkness, I’m scared of what’s going to happen. What he’s going to do to me.

His fingers slide down my back. His other hand grips my hip and I feel the bed move as he shifts his weight closer to me. I grit my teeth.

Despite myself, I feel my body begin to respond as his hands curve down around my waist and pause there. Warmth spreads between my thighs. I clench them together tightly, trying to ignore the pulsing desire inside of me.

Take me. Take me.

No. This isn’t me. This can’t be real.

I jerk my head away at the sudden touch on my neck. Even in the darkness, I can tell that he is smiling behind me. The touch comes again, and this time I’m prepared. His lips press against my neck. I try to sit still, but an involuntary gasp comes from my mouth when he sucks gently on my skin.

“Oh, Lacey,” he murmurs.

His hands come forward, sliding over my stomach and up to my breasts. Again he kisses my neck. Again I gasp. This time it’s his tongue, the hot pressure sending me into near spasms as he cups my breasts.

He shifts his weight again, and now I moan as he sucks my skin and everything sinks into pure sensation—

—his muscled chest against my back, his skin hot against mine—

—his fingers pinching my nipples so hard it sends flames racing through my nerves, his thumb rolling over the hard swollen nubs—

—his lips taking me, his mouth possessing me, his tongue licking my skin—

—his breath whispering softness into my ear—

“I can’t stop myself.”

“Don’t try.”

I hear my voice rasping in the air.
Don’t
. I don’t want him to stop. Not now. I want him to do everything to me. I don’t want him to hold back anymore.

His hands come down, gripping my thighs. His fingers scrabble needily over my skin. Before I can say another word, he forces my thighs apart. My body recoils, clenching together, but he’s already kneeling between my legs behind me. I can feel his hard cock against the small of my back. It’s impossibly hot, burning hot against my cool skin. I moan as he slides his cock down between my thighs to where I’m already slick with moisture.

“Jesus. Oh Jesus. Lacey.” His voice is a growl that sends shivers through my body. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

My fingers grasp at the silk ties, but they are already pulled taut. My body, too, feels like it’s pulled taut, waiting for his touch to send me into uncontrollable vibrations.

For a moment, before he enters me for the first time, I close my eyes. It doesn’t matter; the blindfold is still on, but this feels like the last decision I make. I make it silently, the words curling through my mind and stopping before they reach my tongue.

Take me. Take me into your darkness.

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