I ended up canceling all the fights for the night and sent everyone home so I could be alone at the club. When Chiara asked what was going on, I merely smiled and told her we all needed a day off. She looked at me as if she didn’t quite believe me, but she didn’t want to press.
When she was gone, I combed through the whole club for cameras and found five of them. All were in places that were hard to spot, but they could’ve easily been planted during the fight. I checked multiple times to make sure I hadn’t missed any. I’d be damned if I let Rubio spy on me like this again. We’d never had so many unknown people in the club before that fight, and it had been hard to keep track of them all.
Even checking people at the entrance had been very difficult, so I didn’t blame any of my guys who had been in charge of making sure the spectators didn’t bring in any weapons or illegal substances, because they simply couldn’t have seen such small cameras. Rubio’s men must’ve made sure the cameras transmitted directly to them, so I crushed them first, then tossed the pieces into the trash outside.
After I put on my gloves, I strode to the punching bag and hit it so hard that my hand hurt. I gritted my teeth, my fists colliding with the bag again and again. My father would probably call tomorrow. He’d do what he always did: he’d say he was sorry and that he hadn’t meant what he’d said. Then he’d promise he’d buy me whatever I wanted.
I supposed there was something he hated more than my mother: being alone. All of his lovers and secretaries didn’t stay long, and I didn’t think he trusted them and they didn’t really care about him. They were just fun for him, but at the end of the day, they weren’t real company.
With me living in his huge mansion, I supposed he felt like he wasn’t all alone, even if he didn’t see me all the time. And me, being an idiot, would believe next time would be different, because he was the only family I had. And despite what he thought, my mother hadn’t contacted me in years. I didn’t even know where she was or if she had a new family.
I shouted as I kicked the bag with everything I had. No, this time I was done. It was time for me to leave my father’s house, everything be damned. I didn’t care what people would say. Even if Rubio posted those images online, it didn’t matter, because the only person who thought there was something wrong with them was my father. No one else would be interested in them. So what if I’d kissed my bodyguard? That wasn’t even a bit scandalous. It wasn’t even close to what had happened...
I slammed my fists against the bag, gritting my teeth.
“Vix.” A voice behind my back made me spin around. Seth stood there, his eyes filled with distress.
“What are you doing here?” I turned back toward the bag, giving it another punch.
“I wanted to see if you needed anything.”
I could hear him coming closer. Closing my eyes for a moment, I leaned on the bag. “No. I just want to be alone. I told you, you’re not my bodyguard anymore. Go somewhere. Have fun. Recover. I don’t know. Just... leave me alone.”
“I don’t think you should be alone right now,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “And I don’t know where else to go.”
“Fine.” I moved away from him and started peeling off my gloves, then tossed them to the floor. “Then stay here. I’m leaving. I got rid of all the cameras, by the way.” I headed for the door.
“Vix,” Seth called, but I ignored him.
“I’m terrible company tonight. You should stay away from me.” I was just about to pass next to the cage and go toward the exit when Seth caught up with me and grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop.
“We can just talk.” He gave me a pleading look. “Or you can keep punching that bag, and I’ll just stay here with you, but...”
I cocked my head at him. “Why? So you can keep an eye on me? Did someone tell you? Did they tell you I tried to take my own life before? Is that why you want to stick around?” My lips spread into a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m not that girl anymore. I don’t believe any of that shit my father spews.”
His eyes widened. Well, crap. It seemed like he hadn’t known that little detail. His fingers were wrapped around my wrist. “I only wanted to...”
I pressed my finger over his lips. “You want to help me? There’s actually one thing you can do that would make me feel better right now.” I lowered my hand down his chest and stopped just above his groin. A gasp escaped his throat. “But you’re still recovering, so...” Before I could finish the sentence, Seth cupped my face and pulled me in, his lips crashing against mine. I stumbled, my back colliding with the cage as his mouth ravished mine.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tugged him closer to me as his lips moved to my collarbone. His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers warm on my skin. I twisted out of his embrace and caught his wrists, pushing him against the cage. He grunted, his hungry gaze still on me, his erection straining against his jeans.
“We can’t. You’re going to get hurt,” I breathed out, stepping back. Maybe I was a fool for wanting to stop him, but this wouldn’t be any fun if he was in pain.
“No.” He caught the hem of my shirt and easily dragged me toward him until we were face to face, our noses touching. “Quit worrying about me.” His lips searched mine, but instead of letting him kiss me, I backed away. “God, Vix. Just...”
I bit down on my lip, but the heat pooling between my legs refused to be denied. He was so fucking gorgeous. His dark hair was messy, his eyes filled with fire, and his full lips were so damn kissable, especially when he parted them as if he couldn’t breathe without me. Against my better judgment, I got hold of his jacket, pushing it slowly down his shoulders.
A flick of Seth’s tongue over my earlobe made a shiver run down my spine, and I let him help me pull my shirt over my head. I ran my fingers through his hair, twisting lightly, as he shoved my bra down, exposing my breasts and taking my nipple into his hot mouth. A moan stole its way out of my mouth as he sucked and nipped. Then he ran his tongue around my hard bud in a slow circle. His fingers closed around my other nipple and tugged lightly.
“Seth...” I buried my hands into his shirt, clutching hard. “I want this... off...”
He let me pull off his shirt, and as I tossed it on the floor, I realized his chest was marred with dark bruises. Gently placing my hand on his chest, I looked up at him. His hand closed over mine.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. “Forget about it. Forget everything.” His tongue slid over my earlobe, and I placed my hand on the nape of his neck. God. Forgetting was so easy, especially when his kisses felt so good against my skin.
Seth left a path of searing kisses down my breasts and stomach until he was on his knees in front of me. The way he looked up at me sent a surge of desire through my core, and I knew there was no stopping now. When Seth’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants, he yanked them down my legs along with my panties, and I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
He nudged my legs wide apart, rubbing his face against my thigh. Then he planted the softest of kisses on my inner thigh as he ran his fingers up and down my legs.
“I need you...” I gasped out, the cage wire digging into my shoulders and back, but the pain only seemed to ignite the fire inside me even more. Dipping my fingers into his hair, I guided him toward my center. “...here.”
He nuzzled my entrance, and I groaned in frustration, twisting his hair harder. A tentative lick nearly made my knees buckle, and Seth held onto my ass, keeping me up. Another teasing flick of the tongue, and I thrust my hips toward him.
“Seth...” It was all I could say, and the wicked smile on his face as he lifted his head to look at me raised the temperature in the room a few more degrees. When he plunged his tongue inside me, I threw my head back, grabbing at the cage behind me for support. His tongue slid in and out of me, and darted across my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Hold on,” he said when he pulled away, and I grabbed the wire above my head. It was a slightly uncomfortable position for my arms, but my thoughts fled me entirely when Seth thrust his finger inside me as his tongue found my clit again. Another finger joined in, moving faster and faster, as his tongue danced and swirled across my sensitive flesh.
I banged my head against the cage as my whole body tingled, and a cry escaped my throat as Seth spilled me over the edge. The world around me ceased to exist. It was just Seth and me. Nothing and no one else.
“Fuck me,” I said. No, I commanded it. I couldn’t take any more of this. I wanted to feel him inside me. “Now.”
As soon as he let go of me, I lowered my arms and turned around, leaning on the cage. My chest was rising up and down rapidly as I pressed my face against the wire. I heard Seth unbuckle his belt, and a few moments later, he grabbed my hips, pulling me toward him.
“I want you... inside... me,” I choked out as I felt the tip of him brush against my ass. As he rubbed himself along my entrance, I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. Pushing my hips against him, I let out a loud moan as he slowly slipped inside me. Just the feeling of him stretching me made me close my eyes and grip the cage harder.
When he finally started rocking his hips, the pressure inside me grew stronger and stronger. His thrusts became faster and more powerful as he held onto me, one of his hands sliding up my body and kneading my breast. I met him stroke for stroke until I thought I couldn’t take it any longer.
Seth slammed himself inside me hard and deep, and my cry echoed through the room as my orgasm shook my whole body. I sensed him throbbing inside me as he grunted, his own release mixing with mine. Every inch of my body was as if electrified.
When Seth pulled out, I let myself slide to the floor and tried to catch my breath. Seth’s chest was heaving as he was zipping his pants back up.
“Feeling better?” he asked as he offered me his hand, and I let him pull me up and wrap his arms around me.
I clutched onto him, and a laugh escaped me as I looked up into his eyes that had a special spark in them.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I gave him a small nod. “Are your ribs...?”
He bent his head and shut me up with a kiss.