The Vampire's Mafia Princess

Chapter 7

I sucked in a breath as his eyes met mine, our gazes locked as he slowly approached. It reminded me of the night I met him, of the things he did to me. The things I did to him. I shuddered. His gaze was predatory, burning me with its heat. And damn if he didn’t look delicious. His tall form struck quite the form in a well-tailored suit jacket, a deep slate grey that seemed to shift colors as he moved; he wore it unbuttoned, a white crew neck T-shirt underneath which only served to highlight his dark features. His pants were black, and I couldn’t tell if they were jeans or slacks, tapering to his ankles in a very flattering form fitting way. His shoes were slick, black dress loafers and I swear my mouth watered looking at him, my body responding to him on a physiological level. I swallowed my coke, hard; and swiveled my chair to the bartender, breaking my gaze.

“Can you make my next one a double please?” Because I had a feeling, I was going to need it. Cade easily slid into the chair next to me, his brown eyes studying me and my death grip on the glass. He was perceptive and I knew he would read me like a book.

“Didn’t expect to see you here” I stated, because truly I didn’t. I glanced over his shoulder, keeping an eye on the hallway, he moved slightly so I could get a better view.

“Did you not think I wouldn’t be here, in my hotel, to ensure things went smoothly?” I snorted.

“Well forgive me for thinking we didn’t need to be babysat. I don’t exactly have a map of which Amata’s go where, so I didn’t presume to think that you would be here. Or anyone else for that matter.” The bartender stopped by, dropping off a drink for Cade. I noted that he clearly was a regular as the bartender hadn’t asked for his order. Cade’s long finger traced the rim of the glass absently as he spoke.

“Just so you know my dear, I oversee the luxury hotels. Ones like this one, they all fall under my jurisdiction. And as this is the first time, we are attempting this I plan to ensure things go smoothly” he smiled slyly and added “and I get to spend time with my lovely fiancée, who would pass that up?” If my eyes could shoot daggers they would. His dig to me didn’t go unnoticed.

“Your lovely fiancée would rather have some alone time Mr. Amata” I said coolly, my eyes focused on the activity behind him. I watched the comings and goings of several people closely, ensuring they remained unnoticed and unsuspected. Thankfully they had, and it looked quite natural, which of course had been the goal.

“I’m afraid I have other plans for my fiancée tonight” he said. Surprised I met his eyes, and that was a mistake. A heated gleam was in them, and I felt wetness between my legs. Oh my, did he mean what I thought he meant? I watched his lip’s part, touching the glass just barely he took a sip. Fascinated I watched his Adam’s apple work the liquid down, his tongue languidly wiping the stray drops from his lips and almost drooled. He smiled at me slightly, a knowing look in his eyes. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a room key. Sliding off his chair lazily he stepped close enough for me to smell the whiskey on his breath. His voice was low, sending shivers racing up my back, causing the small hairs on my neck to prickle in anticipation. He placed the key in front of me.

“I do hope to see you later, Sloane” he emphasized my last name in a way that was unbelievably sexy, and I felt my body respond. Did he just do what I think he did? I watched him disappear, and slowly reached for the key. Of course, I knew this was going to be to that exact same room we met the first time, something just told me that was so Cade Amata to have it that well arranged. I turned the key over in my hand several times before sliding it into the back pocket of my jeans and turned my attention back to where it needed to be; but I couldn’t get the thoughts of Cade out of my head.

The exchange of arms and drugs had been completed hours ago, but I was still at the bar, with my rum and coke. The bartender had been great about keeping them coming, and I was aware he made his drinks strong, if the slight warmth of my body meant anything. Why was I lingering? It wasn’t like I needed to go see Cade, or like I had anywhere else to be. Home would be good, but I was not yet ready for that. Did I want to go upstairs? My body sure as hell did, and after a few more minutes of stewing I felt my body rise from the chair and my feet take me toward the elevator. The click of my heels echoing in the hallway with soft clacking sounds. My body was moving slow, still unsure of its choice, or rather my body and mind were at war. Oh, I wanted this, I wanted him; but I also did not want to give in. We would be married after all, it was simply a matter of weeks, and I would be his wife, but why did it feel like so much more than that? A power struggle, that is what it was plain and simple. One I was not sure I wanted to lose. Yet, I also seemed to be drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. And I knew it would be a matter of time before I got burned.

The elevator doors opened with a groan, the familiar silver doors sliding open slowly. Stepping inside I smoothed my pants, black wide legs pants that flowed over even my feet, giving me the illusion of gliding when I walked. My light purple blouse was tucked in, and my thick hair pulled back into a low ponytail. I had to look the part after all. Quickly untucking my shirt, and pulling my ponytail out I shook my head, my hair spilling over my shoulders in light brown waves. Much better. I could fake it all day long, but I preferred to be comfortable, and Cade could deal with it; after all he would soon have to regardless. I smiled to myself and fumbled in my purse, fishing out my chapstick and slicking my lip gloss on top. Cade was not half bad to look at and even better in bed, I had to give credit where credit was due; and I had decided I had earned some of that said credit. Thankful I had partaken in some liquid courage early I stepped off the elevator and into the hallway. The sound of my shoes was muffled here, but still bounced around the hallway as I headed to the room printed on the key, the same room we had been to before. For some reason, the walk seemed longer this time, or maybe I was just paying more attention because I was alone for it.

I stopped in front of the door. I had the key; do I just go in? Should I knock? Is Cade even there? I took several deep breaths before deciding to simply go in, fishing the key out of my back pocket I held it to the sensor. It beeped softly then I heard the quiet click of the lock, grasping the polished metal I twisted the handle and pushed the door open. The suite was eerily quiet, it did not look like anyone had been in here in some time and I didn’t hear any movement within the rooms.

“Cade?” I called out softly, pausing for the answer I didn’t get. I kept moving forward, deeper into the suite until I reached the bedroom. Flicking the light out I smiled, because on the pillow was a single purple flower, and astilbe; and it was laying on top of a crimson tie. Cade was here, somewhere, and he had already promised me a fantastic night. I took the opportunity to sit on the bed and relieve myself of my shoes, shoving them rather unceremoniously under the bed and wiggling my toes. Which of course was the exact moment Cade picked to walk in.

“Ah, Ms. Kane” he said, his voice caressing me like velvet. “I had hoped you would come” his lips quirked up in what was an almost smile.

“Mr. Amata” I inclined my head to him, “I did debate on whether or not to take you up on your generous invitation.” He raised an eyebrow at that.

“Did you?” His tone was one of genuine curiosity.

“Indeed” I said simply. There was no point in lying, I had debated coming; even though I had known from the start I would end up here.

“Well, mea femina (my woman), let me quickly end that debate for you” he said. He bent down fluidly, his large hand cupping my face gently as he tilted it up while lowering his lips to mine. He tasted like toothpaste with a hint of whiskey, his hand gliding down my neck and to my shoulder where it rested. He deepened the kiss slowly, languidly; so passionately it was hard to believe this was Cade Amata. I felt the whisper of fabric trail up my arm, slowly settling over my eyes, and felt Cade gently secure the tie at the back of my head. Oh. He was blindfolding me. A bolt of excitement made my p***y clench as I realized the position, I was in. Cade’s hand slid gently around my back, guiding me to lay down; his mouth never leaving mine. In a motion bordering on too eagerly I brought my legs up to the bed as well, Cade easily settling beside me. His lips left my mouth and traced a line down my jaw, the curve of my neck and to the top of my collarbone. His fingers toyed with the collar or my shirt, before drawing a line down the middle of my chest, to my navel and the top of my waistband. I felt my breath hitch as his deft fingers maneuvered my pants down, his soft touch sending shiver through my body. I felt his hands move over my hips, and into the crease between my legs and p***y, grasping my body and slowly separating my legs. My pants were in a heap by my knees, and I felt the bed shift as Cade moved to take them off me completely. A shot of cool air hit my most private parts as everything was exposed, and I fought the urge to snap my legs shut as his fingers danced down the mound of my pubic area.

“Ah mea femina (my woman), you are stupendo (breathtaking).” He murmured into my core, as his head dipped low, and I felt his tongue begin to lave against my sensitive spot. I squirmed but his tight grip on my hips said I was going nowhere, so I quit wiggling and laid back, letting him do his work. His tongue was making lazy circles over my nub when I felt his fingers slide into me, pumping me from the inside in a slow motion, drawing out my pleasure. My hands reached down to tangle in his thick hair as he worked, slowly bringing me to the height of pleasure only to drop me again and again. I wasn’t sure how long this went on for, but I knew it felt like torture. I was not above begging, and I was seriously considering it when I felt a hard suck on my nub and felt his fingers flick roughly inside me, my hips bucked against his face as I begged for release with my body. Then his mouth was gone. A moan of disappointment escaped me and I thought I heard him laugh softly. His fingers still in me I felt a new sensation on my core, the slight tickle of softness against me. Cade’s mouth was kissing the soft spots of my inner thigh, so I knew it wasn’t his mouth. As it brushed against me again, I moaned, I needed release after being denied so long; I felt like someone could just look at me the right way and I would explode. Thankfully Cade was reading my nonverbal needs and I felt him lick me again before resuming his torture. It was only when he danced the object over my lower stomach that I realized what was in his hand, the flower, the astilbe. He was pleasuring me with the flower, oh god. That was so damn sexy. He brushed the flower over me again and I arched up to receive its stroke, straining to release. He tapped it lightly on my p***y in admonishment.

“No Sloane, not quite yet” his voice was low, husky and it was clear he was turned on as much as I was. He dipped his tongue back in me, tracing the outline of my folds with it while his fingers still worked me. He brought me to the brink several times before his mouth once again left me and the flower returned.

“Sloane, my beauty, I’m going to make you c*m now. Let me see your pleasure” he commanded. Oh, please let me release! His head went to my thighs, and I felt the flower brush my core quicker. I opened my legs as wide as they could go while his fingers plunged in and out, the flower whispering over my sensitive pearl as he peppered kisses on my inner thighs. I moaned and clutched the sheets as I felt my release near, my body starting to spasm in anticipation of what had been denied for so long. As I felt myself crest the final wave of pleasure and reach orgasm I cried out, a choking sound; because as I did so I felt a stinging pain where Cade’s mouth was. It lasted only a second before a sensation unlike any I had ever experienced took me and swept me away. My body convulsed with pleasure, and I felt my juices flow out of me like a river. The whole of my insides clenched around Cade’s fingers that were still pumping me. A feral noise of ecstasy was torn from my throat as the orgasm peaked only to force my body to ride another; even stronger one. I shuddered from the force as my body was racked with it, my hands tingling and the hairs on my neck standing up as my toes curled. My body shattered into millions of pieces, and I felt boneless, weightless. Cade’s fingers remained in me until I finished pulsing around them, then he slowly withdrew them and untied my blindfold. I looked up at him all hazy with lust and he kissed me softly.

“Rest for a moment, Ms. Kane” he said kindly, “then you will need to prepare yourself because I plan to f**k you until you can’t walk.”

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