I’m a breed all of my own. A dark twist of sin women dream to be dominated by. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll be begging me for more. If you leave a lasting impression, I might see you again. But I doubt it. ~ That piece of work was me. The one who was so sure of himself. The one women knelt before, desperate to have a taste of the pleasure I could bring them. Back then I thought I had it all figured out, that my life couldn’t get any more perfect. Rich. Well known. Good looking.
But something doused the flames of the cocky asshole I had become, something I thought would never happen. Baby Fever. Yeah…that. Whoever said men didn’t get that shit was a damn liar. The infection had spread through my body, right into my blood, overshadowing what I’d spent my entire adult life enjoying. Now I’m in search of one thing. One person who can turn my world upside down and give me what I crave, while letting me stay true to who I am. So…
I’m the man of your dreams and I can prove it. All shapes and sizes are welcome. I’m ready to settle down and start a family. Must be open to a long term relationship. The true kind. One that will last forever (contract required and only voided by me). I’ll show you how a woman is really supposed to be treated. Submissive preferred, but not required. Will train. It’s time to Dom up.
Sincerely, Devlin Black
(To be printed in the Los Angeles Herald, Sunday after next—Bachelor’s Edition. Front Page.)
The need to run was back and it left my fists clenching. The walk across the diner couldn’t go by fast enough. I broke through the door into the empty space, fighting to get a grip on myself. The door opened not seconds later and I spun around, not able to lock it before Devlin’s large frame pushed in. At the turn of the dead bolt, I stepped back.
“You never called me,” he said, his voice ringing out with disappointment.
I stepped to the left, then the right. There was nowhere to go. “I did call,” I whispered. “A couple of times, actually.”
His eyes flickered. “You called my penthouse?”
“No.” I hesitated, searching for what I should say. “I called Coast South Properties. Your secretary took my messages. Katrina, I believe her name was.”
His eyes closed for a few seconds, only to open with a look of pure rage masking them. “I apologize. She no longer works there. I never received them. Victoria.” He came forward and I immediately stepped back.
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” I rushed in. “I’m sure it was for the best. You seem happy and well, and so am I. So, there. It worked out just…fine.”
“You don’t mean that. We had an amazing night together. We talked for hours before we even went back to my place. I thought we clicked.” Another step closer. “I looked for you for weeks. Shit, months. You work at a hospital? Why didn’t you tell me?”
If he got any closer, I was going to break completely. “Because it didn’t matter. Devlin, I’m sorry. Yes, we got along well, but things just wouldn’t have worked. You’re very—”
“Selfish? Arrogant? An asshole? God, I know what I was. Let me show you the real me. Kitten, come here.”
The pet name had my eyes growing heavy. I shifted against the wetness that took over.
“You want me. I can see it.” He reached forward, pulling me into his body. My hands instantly went up to push against his chest, but it didn’t stop his mouth from crushing into mine. Sweetness from his soda swept over my tongue and I felt my nails sink into his pecs. Fuck, they were so muscled. I could still see the tattoo on his chest. The coat of arms. Those wings. The blood splattered behind it.
The wall was suddenly at my back. Hard. Cold. My eyes flew open, but at his palms sliding under my dress and up my thighs, my breath caught. I was pulled up to his waist and pushed harder into the tile. That cock, that orgasm producing machine, rubbed against my pussy, tearing a moan from some buried place inside of me.
“Wait,” I breathed out. God, what was I doing? “I said, stop.” I wiggled, only intensifying the pleasure.
“That’s not the safeword, kitten.”