“Oh, be careful, baby, you might make me hot,” Marey mocked her heatedly. “Wouldn’t that be a new stroke of pleasure for the bastards?”

“Ewww. They’re going to get all pissy and gross now,” Tess announced to one and all. “Someone go find Sax and James to cool them down.”

“Shut up, Tess.” They both turned on her, snarling furiously before turning back to each other.

“Well, I can see we left you ladies alone too long,” Sax spoke from the sliding doors, his voice calm, a shade mocking as Marey turned to him slowly.

His arms were crossed over his broad chest, his teeth flashing in a mocking smile as the others stood behind him, watching the scene outside with varying expressions of disapproval.

Her eyes narrowed on him before she looked to each one in turn.

“Remember me telling you that you were going to piss me off?” she asked him then, her voice sarcastically sweet.

His brows lifted slowly.

“Consider me pissed off.”

She swept into the house, shaking with rage and fear. Fear uppermost. It crawled through her system, twisting her stomach in knots that threatened to send her to the bathroom heaving.

Vince wouldn’t stop, she knew. He was proving it. And dear God, she didn’t know if she could bear losing Sax.

Chapter Ten

“This is a mistake, Marey, please don’t do this.” The driver pulled the limo into the parking lot of the hotel as Ella voiced yet another plea that she return to Sax’s.

“I have to think,” she muttered, staring out the window into the brightly lit interior of the hotel lobby.

“Vince isn’t sane…”

“I know that, Ella,” Marey sighed tiredly.

“Sax loves you, Marey…”

“Ella.” James voice was low, soothing. “Sax and Marey have to fight this out themselves.”

Marey looked over at James, the concern on his face, the worry, before she looked back to Ella.

“I love you, you old harpy,” she said softly. “And I know he cares. I just have to figure out what I’m doing here. I can’t do that with him hovering over me. I’ll be careful though, I promise.”

Ella sighed regretfully. “Fine. And I love you too. Even if your decisions do suck sometimes.”

“Most of the time,” Marey admitted with a sigh, already missing Sax, uncertain if the decision she had made in anger was one should stick to now that the rage was dimming.

“We can take you back, Marey,” James offered, his voice gentle.

“No.” She drew in a deep breath as the driver opened the door and stood aside patiently.

She hugged Ella quickly.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She jumped from the car before she could change her mind, striding purposely into the hotel, refusing to look back.

“You know, if stubborn had a name, it would be Marey.”

Marey froze in the act of securing the hotel door and turned slowly.

Sax.

Well, this explained why James had the chauffer drive around aimlessly while Ella argued with Marey.

“Boy, when they say Trojans stick together, they mean it,” she snorted. “How much did you have to bribe the concierge to arrange this one?”

The hotel was the best in the city, security had always been exemplary.

“Delacourte/Conover holds an account here,” he informed her, his voice cool. “The owner also happens to be a member of The Club.”

She snorted at that. She should have figured that one out on her own.

She stood silently, her hands fisting in the loose material of her dress as she stared back at him.

He stood in the center of the room, his feet braced apart, his head tilted as he watched her, his eyes dark and brooding.

“If you’re finished being pissed, we can go back to the house now,” he said patiently.

Her teeth snapped together angrily.

“Can you get any more arrogant?” she snapped. “Maybe I don’t want to go back.”

“And maybe you like to lie to both of us too damned much,” he suggested silkily, moving to her, slow, relaxed, his steps stalking.

She wasn’t going to run from him, she promised herself. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Or was that, deny herself the satisfaction? She was as sick as Ella and the others.

“You know, Marey,” he whispered, his voice soft, dangerous. “It occurs to me that somewhere, somehow, you’re going to have to trust someone. Trust starts here and now. Bend over on the bed.”

She gaped back at him.

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head slowly. “Excuses are over. Bend over, baby. Now…”

Running from him wasn’t going to work. She had admitted that while she was arguing with Ella. It was useless. He was her weakness, the one she feared most, and was most helpless against. She moved slowly to the bed, licking her lips nervously at the determined, dominant glint in his eyes. Her pussy was heating, dampening, her breasts swelling in anticipation. Perv, she accused herself. But she moved to the bed, gave him one last nervous glance then bent over slowly.

“There’s a good girl.” Marey knelt on the bed, her rear in the air as Sax slid the last inches of a butt plug slowly into her ass nearly half an hour later.

She was stretched, burning. Her hands were clenched in the comforter as she fought to breathe through the sensations, to think past the dazed sexuality that filled her.

“You’re going to wear that until we get home,” he whispered as his hand smoothed along the curves of her butt. “Then I’m going to fuck you. While your ass is filled with that plug, and you’ll be ready for me, Marey. So wet and so ready that when I slide inside your tight cunt you won’t be able to stop screaming.”

She believed it. She was going to scream now.

“Come on, stand up for me.”

He helped her from the bed, drawing her up until she faced him, swaying, the muscles of her ass clenching around the fiery width of the dildo penetrating her.

She stared up at him, trembling, increasingly aware of the stuffed depths of her rear, and the aching emptiness of her pussy.

“Ready?” He held out his hand for her, a small smile quirking his lips.

“I don’t know if I can walk.” She swallowed tightly, attempting to still the tremors racking her body.

“Yeah, you can.” His hand smoothed over her rear. “Slow and easy. And let it feel good.”

She snorted sarcastically. “I’m going to get off just walking, Sax. This is cruel and unusual treatment.”

“No, you won’t. You’ll just wish you could.” He chuckled as he drew her to the door. “And just think how good it’s going to feel when we get home.”

“Have you ever been raped, Sax?” she asked conversationally then, almost missing the surprise that crossed his face as she picked up her purse and headed for the door, a hard breath exhaling from her chest as pleasure tore through her.

“No,” he chuckled. “I can’t say as I have.”

“Expect it,” she warned him with a snap as he opened the door for her and she swept from the room. “Soon.”

Raping Sax was going to be delayed.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Marey snapped out with a groan as they pulled into the tree-shaded driveway of Sax’s home late that evening beside a black Mercedes and the brooding, dark-haired man standing beside it.

He straightened as Sax stopped the rental car, his arms unfolding from across his chest as he shoved them in his pants pockets instead. Daniel Conover was as well known to Marey as Tally’s lovers, Lucian and Devril. He was a top-notch private investigator, and a pricey one as well. He was also part of the exclusive little club Sax belonged to if the woman was to be believed. And Marey knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t lie about it.

And he wasn’t too hard on the eyes. Thick black hair, intense gray eyes and a brooding expression that made more than one woman sigh in longing. He was a bad boy, wild and dangerous, and you could see it in his face.

Her pussy was blazing, her ass was on fire and every nerve and cell in her body was screaming out for release. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted Sax in the house, naked and fucking her. She didn’t want to socialize. No matter how easy the company was to look at.

“I’ve hired him to find your ex-husband.”

Marey gnashed her teeth. “We’ll argue over that one later. Get rid of him, Sax. I’m dying here.”

“As soon as possible,” he promised, opening his door and moving around the front of the car to open her door.

He helped her out of the car as a sharp, indrawn breath hissed between her teeth. She clenched the muscles of her anus, feeling her juices leak from her pussy, burning her clit and sending ripples of incredible hunger convulsing through her vagina.

“Hurry.” She felt like snarling. She wasn’t in the mood to be polite. To anyone.

His hand cupped her hip as he closed the door and led her to the house.

“Come on in, Daniel,” he invited, causing Marey to elbow him in his tight abdomen.

She wanted to be fucked. She didn’t want company.

Sax punched the security code quickly on the control panel, which automatically unlocked the door for him to swing it open. Lights flipped on inside the house, casting a gentle, soft glow through the large living room.

“Daniel, you know Marey Dumont.” Sax introduced them as he headed for the bar at the side of the room. “Would you like a drink, Daniel?”

A drink? He was staying long enough for a drink?

Marey cast the other man a glare from beneath her lowered lashes. In return, she got a slow, wicked smile and she was going to ignore what that did to her overly aroused body, she assured herself.

“Hello, Ms. Dumont.” He nodded, his deep voice a rumbling in his chest as he watched her closely. “You’re looking lovely as ever.”

“Good to see you, Daniel.” She nodded briefly before turning to Sax. “I’ll wait on you upstairs…”

She turned to leave the room. If she didn’t get the hell away from him, she was not going to control herself.

“Marey.” His voice stopped her as she turned from him. Turning back slowly, she watched him with narrow-eyed warning. “Daniel might need to ask you some questions. You should stay.” His voice hardened.

Okay, she hated bossy men, but the sound of his voice, the warning implicit in it, had her pussy clenching spasmodically.

She licked her lips quickly, fighting to control her breathing as she faced him, aware of Daniel watching the scene. She bared her teeth at him, ignoring the flare of amusement in his eyes as she did so.

Daniel was a Trojan. For a moment, her knees weakened at the suspicion and the arousal that overwhelmed her at the thought. Sax was moving faster than she had anticipated if he had planned this.

She breathed in deeply. She had waited years for this. She had known the day she pulled into the parking lot of that damned motel what would happen if she ever went to Sax’s bed. This would be part of it, she had known. The sharing. And she wanted it.

For a moment, she wondered if she should have felt shame. It wasn’t every relationship that began with the understanding that there would often be more to the sexual depth than was considered decent. If so, then she guessed she was shameless. She had known for years that Sax was more sexual, more dominant than other men. She had gone to that motel knowing, knowing it would never end with one night, knowing that eventually, she’d be part of the lifestyle she knew he led, if she managed to hold onto him long enough to experience it.

She ignored the little voice in the back of her head that warned her this was more than sex. The part of her heart that weakened, softened, and laughed gently at her refusal to look beyond the sexual, or to delve deeper into the fact that it was a lifestyle she would have never embraced with another man.