“Courtney.” Ian’s voice stopped them as they neared the door.
Turning slowly, she met the brilliant heat emanating from his gaze.
“Yes, Ian?” Maintaining the cool façade, the appearance of control was the hardest endeavor she had met in her life. Ian’s gaze melted her, sent flames searing her pu**y and electrifying her clitoris. She could orgasm from that look alone, she believed.
“There are some paths that once taken, you can never turn back,” he warned her, his voice dark, filled with intent as his eyes raked over the obvious arousal that tightened her ni**les and flushed her face.
The look burned her, had the blood singing through her veins, desire pulsing in a drumbeat of desperate arousal in the depths of her pu**y and the sensitive, swollen knot of her clit.
“And some paths are sought after, Ian,” she answered him, her voice just as low, throbbing in answer to the unvoiced desire. “Just as others are destined.”
She turned from him, a superhuman effort, thankful for the support of Khalid’s hand at her back as he led her outside. Cold winter air slapped her in the face, but did little to ease the heat burning through her body as he led her quickly to the limo that waited just below the steps to the house.
The chauffeur opened the door quickly, allowing her to slide into the warmth of the interior as Khalid followed at a more leisurely pace. Courtney was aware of him watching her, amusement lingering in his gaze as she breathed in roughly. Leaving the house was the hardest thing she had ever done. She wanted nothing more than to stay, to rub against Ian like a spoiled cat and feel his hands stroking over her body.
“He’ll be waiting when you return.” Khalid’s voice was low, suggestive.
Courtney glanced over him, noticing the casual grace and inborn arrogance that surrounded him like a shield. His thick black hair fell to his shoulders, framing his dark, aristocratic features. High cheekbones, a straight, hawkish nose, sensual, full lips. Those lips were almost candy, she thought. They would tempt most women to unknown daring in an attempt to taste them. Most women. But not her, not without Ian.
“Then perhaps we should let him wait a while,” she suggested with a smile, though careful to keep the width of the seat between them. “I believe he could use the time to consider his options.”
His brow arched mockingly. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. I’ve never seen Ian deny himself before. It’s obvious the strain is wearing on him. Should his control snap, you could be the one paying the price.”
“Or reaping the benefits,” she retorted confidently. “Ian would never hurt me, Prince Mustafa. No matter how tempted he may be.” And she had no doubt he was tempted by now.
He settled more comfortably in his seat, his black eyes filled with laughter as his lips curved into a smile.
“Do you know the beast you are tempting then?” he asked her carefully. “Ian won’t necessarily be a gentle lover. None of us who inhabit The Club truly are. Our tastes run to the extreme, Ms. Mattlaw, are you prepared for that?”
“The Trojans.” She restrained her smile as she turned in her seat, crossing her legs as she watched him carefully. “I’ve very well aware of the sort of lover Ian will be, Khalid.”
His eyes roved over her upper body slowly.
“You’re unaroused now that he is no longer in your presence. It is Ian you hunger for. But if you tempt him to your bed, you will find he will not come alone.” It was a warning, a statement of intent. He intended to be there with them.
“And I look forward to it,” she assured him. “Never doubt that I’m not aware of what Ian will ask of me, or the fact that I don’t desire it myself. But only with Ian, Prince Mustafa. Never without him.”
She had no desire to be touched, held, caressed, without him. It was one of the clues that helped her to unravel the frightening feelings she had known as she entered adulthood. Each time he had visited she had watched him, found ways to learn what she could of him. He made her feel things that for years she had been unable to understand. Brought desires and hungers that had been difficult to make sense of. And the fantasies. Even now, the thought of them made her shift in uncomfortable desire. Such fantasies she had of him.
“He will share you.” He had no intention of covering a truth he evidently believed she was unaware of.
She smiled, a slow curve of her lips meant to assure him that she knew well what was coming.
“When I was twenty-two, I happened to have need of my maid for some reason,” she recounted with a shrug, not clearly remembering now why she needed the young woman. “There were several maids who traveled with me, each resembled me strongly. That night, when I went searching for her, I happened to oversee and hear as Ian instructed her lover in taking her.” She licked her suddenly dry lips. He had mistakenly called the maid by the name Courtney as she listened. Unconsciously revealing his own hunger. “I knew then that only Ian could fulfill what I needed as well. This is my chance, Prince Mustafa. A chance to convince Ian of this as well.”
Even now the memory of that night tormented her.
Spread her ass slowly. Make her anticipate what’s to come… Slow and easy, boy, f**k that ass slow and easy, let her feel every stroke… Suck my dick, Courtney, suck it, baby. Deep…
Had he realized he was whispering her name? Courtney wondered. Had he known his voice throbbed with lust as he whispered her name?
“He could break your heart.” His gaze was suddenly serious, concerned. “You’re in love with him.”
“Of course I am,” she agreed with a soft laugh. “Why else would I be here? Do you think that if it were only sex I required that I would tolerate such a frustrating male temperament? I could find the sex anywhere, Prince Mustafa. The sex, without Ian, leaves little to be desired.”
“I’ll join him,” he told her then, leaning closer, his black eyes suddenly intent, determined. “Do you hear me, girl? When he turns that pretty ass up and spanks it until it burns, I intend to be there. Just as I intend to f**k you. And not only for one night. Ian is perhaps the most sexual, the most intent of any of The Club’s members. He will share you often, and share you well. He will leave you screaming until you’re hoarse, begging until you no longer know why you’re pleading. He will lead you into a pleasure that borders exquisite pain. Are you certain this is something you can endure?”