Rouge: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Tattered Curtain Series)

Lacey

God, Key feels so good, and that barbell at the end? Magic on the inside. But God, he’s big and I wasn’t kidding when I said it’d been a while. Even though I was more than ready, that first thrust stung enough to shock me.

I’ve already reassured him, but his movements are still slow, almost as if he’s afraid I’ll break if he goes too quickly. I’m grateful at the moment, though, because these smooth motions are getting me used to his size. His hard, muscular arms encircle me, soothing me as his cock pulses inside my already sore pussy.

He curses under his breath and his hips begin to grind into me, pushing one of the metal balls of his piercing against my G-spot.

“Oh my… Key… yes. Just like that.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can go slow, tine,” his growl rumbles through gritted teeth.

There’s that word again, but this time an accent slips into his gruff tone. His velvet voice, combined with the emotion he uses behind the word, gives me butterflies I’m not ready to think about. Something about him seems familiar, but he hasn’t taken off his mask, so it’s hard to place who he reminds me of.

“I don’t want slow,” I whisper.

Everywhere our skin touches tingles, and when he shifts above me, allowing the chilly air between us, I almost regret telling him to go faster. What we’re doing right now, though, feels way too intimate, and I can’t let myself feel anything but pleasure or I’ll crack.

Those intensely methodical strokes pump more quickly, rippling ecstasy throughout my body and making me forget my emotions altogether.

“Tell me if you want me to stop or if it hurts.”

“For the love of God, please don’t stop.”

“Good, because I don’t know if I could. You’re hard to resist.”

My heart skips at the sentiment and that sliver of anxiety returns. I wrap my legs around his hips and move with him until his pounding thrusts shove all other objections and apprehension away. His hips drive into me at the perfect cadence while still managing to get deep, making my pussy flutter around him and my muscles tighten.

“Oh, Key… Oh my god. This feels so good.”

He gazes down at me through his devil mask and I suddenly want him to kiss me so badly I can’t stand it. Making out has never been on my one-night stand agenda before, but I’ve also never felt like this before.

As my orgasm builds, so does the need to feel his lips on mine. On his next thrust, I press my mouth to his.

The way his body suddenly freezes above me is almost enough to make me stop, but I’m a girl who gets what she wants and I want him to kiss me back. I dip my tongue into his mouth with as much force as he’s been using, trying to get him to thrust again. The second swipe makes him moan, and his strong body melts against me. His hand threads into my hair as he resumes his speed and he takes over the kiss with delicious force, devouring me with as much fervor and need as he did my pussy.

Everything about this man is hard, but I’m languid and soft as I move with him. The more powerfully he plunges into me, the more my muscles tense with building anticipation. His other arm bands around my ass while he pumps and his grip on the back of my neck squeezes almost to the point of pain. He holds me protectively, but he fucks me like he owns me. I’ve given in to him completely.

And I love it.

This may be my last night to be me. Lacey. Not the only daughter of the Keeper. A criminal’s child. The Baron’s future wife. The Red Camellia, a caged flower. Any man’s thing to be traded for the good of the Garde. Tonight I get to pretend like my life is my own. I’m with someone I chose and even though he’s a stranger, he doesn’t touch me like one.

He growls into my mouth and my pussy flutters with the need to come. His pelvis grinds against my clit, stimulating me outside and in. Every time his pierced head grazes one certain spot, I coil and relax simultaneously until my muscles tense and don’t release again.

I break away from the kiss and whisper against his lips, “I’m going to come.”

“Come for your devil, tine.”

As if he summons it himself, sensation explodes from deep inside my core, fluttering out in spirals all over my body like a twirling dress. His own orgasm drives his erratic thrusts and I tilt my head back so I can see him come with me.

His eyes are closed and ecstasy has him biting his lip. I push my fingers underneath his mask so I can see his face, but he thrusts harder and faster, sending pleasure cascading through my veins.

“Key!” I scream.

As my voice falters, I swear I hear the devil moan my name, but he nips me hard on my neck, making me cry out and lose my focus. I’m so lost in my orgasm that I can’t think until my body is nothing but leftover jolts and ripples. His cock pulses inside me as we pant against one another.

Every inhale envelops me in his scent, like the faint smoke of sweet cigars mixed with amber. The rich smell is overwhelming, making me desperately wish I could stay here forever and get lost in him.

“I don’t believe in love,” I whisper, not letting myself second-guess the moment this time. “But I think—in another life, I think I could have fallen for a guy like you.”

His biceps soften even as he wraps his arms around me tighter. He clears his throat, and I feel him getting ready to say something, but it’s in that brief, quiet lull amid the slow rhythm of our sated breaths that it hits me.

My body might be my own. But it’s only for the night.

“It doesn’t have to be another—”

I just cheated on my fiancé… the future leader of the Garde and the only man who can save my father.

“Shit!”

Key’s words cut off and his body stiffens above me. The freedom I just felt in his embrace begins to feel more like a cage. My heart races like a step dance and I can’t fucking believe I just potentially destroyed everything and everyone I love for one single moment of freedom.

“I just cheated on my fiancé,” I choke out, unable to keep the revelation inside any longer.

“No, you didn’t,” he growls against my neck.

“Yes, I did. Oh my god, yes I did. Dammit.” My chest constricts, forcing me to gasp for air underneath his heavy weight and the gravity of what I’ve done. “My friends are out there. They’re going to wonder where I am. I need to go.” I try to push him off, but he’s latched on to me, making it impossible to get away. “Key, please. I need to leave. I can’t be here. My friends might suspect something and tell my fiancé. If he finds out—”

“Fuck your fiancé.”

The anger in his voice surprises me. “But Key—”

He finally shifts on top of me but doesn’t give me enough room to move as he flicks on the lamp beside the bed and reaches for something on the nightstand.

The nightstand. Oh, shit, we didn’t use a—

“Fuck your fiancé. Fuck your so-called ‘friends.’ I’ll make sure that they get home safely.”

“Wait, no. You don’t understand the situation. I mean, I’m glad they’ll be safe, but one of them is my fiancé’s sister. She’ll tell him everything.”

“No, she won’t.”

I huff into his chest, getting frustrated now that he’s not letting me up. “How the hell do you know that? You don’t know her. You don’t even know me, for that matter. I’m certainly not ‘tin-eh’ or whatever you’ve been calling me. And I’m definitely not ‘your bride.’”

“We’ll see about that…”

“What the—Key! I’m serious—”

“Listen, I made sure from the beginning that your nun friend couldn’t video us. Besides, she slept the entire time we performed. The other one will be loyal. She wasn’t too wasted and I’ve got someone out there that will make sure they get home.”

I snort. “Seriously? I love the girl, but Roxy hasn’t been loyal a day in her life.”

“Maybe not to you.”

The air in my chest caves in like I’ve been punched. It’s a truth I’ve had to come to grips with over the years, but I shake my head free of it now. There’s no point in letting reality hurt my feelings.

“Where I come from, family, friend, or enemy, anyone can turn on you if you play your cards wrong. Roxy won’t be able to keep her mouth shut about this. It’s too juicy a scandal not to use.”

“That… makes me sad for you.” He pauses in whatever he’s doing, but his damp, sexy chest is all that’s in front of me, so I can’t see his expression. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ll make sure Roxana stays quiet.”

“Roxana?”

I rear back and try to look at him, but I barely have an inch of space as he keeps sifting through a box on the nightstand. My heart starts to race as I try to push him off again.

“Key, answer me. Do you know Roxy?”

“Just trust me. No one will find out you’re here.”

A rustle beside my head has me trying to crane my neck.

“Key… wh-what’s going on?” My heart stutters and every stupid decision that I’ve made in the past hour fly through my mind.

I’ve never needed bodyguards in Vegas. My dad practically owns the place, so I walk around town feeling untouchable. But right now, I’m slightly buzzed and in bed with a complete stranger. No one knows where I am and my captor has just promised me that no one will.

“Let me go! What’re you doing?”

“What I should’ve done from the beginning.”

“What does—”

Key bands his other forearm over my chest to pin me down. My yelp for help cuts off abruptly as a sharp sting in my upper bicep makes me hiss in pain. It takes bending my neck at an odd angle to see this devil depressing the plunger of a syringe into the muscle. I open my mouth to scream, but he moves from my chest to swiftly clamp his rough hand over my mouth so hard it pushes my head down into the pillow.

“Stop moving or you’ll hurt yourself.” He removes the syringe and tosses it to the nightstand, giving me just enough mobility to claw at him. “I didn’t want to have to do it this way, but you’ve left me with no choice.”

I’m desperate to get free, but I only manage to knock off his mask. His knees crawl to completely cover my body, stopping me from attacking him and I come face-to-face with my captor as he presses his index finger over his lips.

“Shh… shh, shh. Quiet, Lacey. You’ve got to trust me, tine.”

My eyes widen as I finally get to see who I just slept with. His face is familiar, one I’ve seen in celebrity news headlines and on social media. But underneath his strong, auburn brow, his hazel eyes don’t just feel familiar. I know them. I saw the same gold flecks in a lovely woman’s gaze five years ago. The memory feels like it’s from another life, one before everything imploded for my family.

Key… Kian.

No. No. No!

Whatever drug he just gave me surges through my body, exhausting me limb by limb. The haze on the edge of my vision takes over, and everything around me falls away, everything except for a smug smile on Kian McKennon’s handsome face.

He flashes my engagement ring just as my consciousness fades entirely.

“You won’t be needing this anymore.”