“Case? Are you okay?” she asks as I slam the door shut. Her eyes take in my shaky hands and the blood that covers them.

“Don’t worry about me,” I rasp as I walk up to her, and her eyes widen in fear. I hate that look on her face. “Are you okay?” I ask looking her face over again. It looks better already. No longer bleeding. She must have washed it off in the bathroom. “Do you feel dizzy? Lightheaded? Did you pass out?” I demand in a slew of questions.

“No to all of the above,” she says, shaking her head slowly. “What did they do to you?” She grabs my wrists and turns my hands over. “You’re bleeding everywhere,” she says wide-eyed.

“It’s not mine.” My voice shakes, and she looks up at me with concern in her blue eyes. “I’m sorry,” I say remembering the conversation I had only an hour ago with her brother. He was right. I swore she would be safe here, but some bastard proved me wrong.

She turns to look over at the little mini bar in the corner. I frown as she walks away from me and goes over to it. She bends down, opens the small cabinet, and picks up a bottle of water out of the little fridge. She pours water into a towel and then walks back over to me. Reaching out, she softly grabs my hands and wipes the blood off them.

“It’s not your fault,” she says softly.

When my hands are clean of any blood, I rip the towel from her hand and throw it to the floor. I lift my hands to either side of her face as I look it over. “I put you here.” If she only knew what I’ve done to get my way.

“I chose to work here,” she argues.

Because I gave you no other choice. “Case?” She breathes my name as she lifts her hands to place them on my chest. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour. Because of my fear she was hurt and my anger at those men. “You’re shaking,” she says softly.

“I can’t stop,” I admit. I haven’t been this worked up in years. Even when Rachel gets involved with fights, I don’t care this much. She eggs them on; she wants it. Taylor is innocent in this world I run. She didn’t ask for a man to hit her.

“Do you want to sit down?” she asks already pulling on my arms to bring me over to the couch.

I shake my head. The urge to kiss her is so strong I can’t help but push my body into hers. The urge to taste her lips has my legs buckling. I have this need to fix her. To wipe this night from her memory and give her something else she will never forget. I want to give her pleasure to erase the pain that shows on her face. This world is full of pain, and I know she’s had her fair share of it. I want to be her pleasure.

“What can I do?” she whispers.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. Her body stiffens as I hold it to mine. “What would you do for me?” I ask as I lower my face down to her neck, needing to smell her. The scent of vanilla fills my nose, and I close my eyes as my cock hardens and my anger starts to fade. She’s a breath of fresh air. The light in the middle of the night. She is what a man like me needs. I’ve chosen the darker women, like Rachel. The women who are on my level—damaged and sick in the head. But that’s because that’s all I see in my life. A woman like Taylor never looks twice at a man like me. No matter what she has faced in her past, she still moves forward. Men like me are always stuck in the past and unable to pull ourselves out of that dark black hole.

She sucks in a breath as I feel her body start to tremble against mine. She’s nervous, and I like it. “Case … I don’t understand …” She’s panting and her tits press into my chest as she breathes heavily. It’s like throwing gasoline onto my already burning body.

My tongue snakes out, and I lick up her neck until I come to her earlobe. I pull it into my mouth and suck on it softly grazing my teeth against it. A moan escapes her as her body softens in my arms.

I pull back and look down at her, needing to see those beautiful blue eyes. She looks up at me; I lift one hand and run my thumb over her parted lips. “What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Whatever you want me to do,” I say honestly. Please tell me to kiss you. Touch you. Fuck, I’ll do anything you want me to; just don’t tell me to stop.

“I … you said …”

“I know what I said.” I said I don’t fuck my employees or women related to my friends. But in all honesty, Blane isn’t a friend, he’s a business partner. You’re making up excuses! I look down at her tits pressed up against my chest; they rise and fall quickly as she breathes heavily. “Now, you’re the one who’s shaking,” I say, knowing it's ‘cause my hard cock is pressed up against her stomach.

She looks up at me, those beautiful dark blue eyes soft and heavy. “You scare me,” she admits with a deep breath.

I wanna tell her there’s no reason to be afraid of me. That I would never hurt her, but that’s a lie. So instead, I say, “I know.” She sucks in a breath at my words, and I lower my lips closer to hers. “There’s nothing wrong with a little fear.” And then I slam my lips to hers because I need her like my next breath.

She doesn’t hesitate as she opens her mouth for me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I moan into her mouth as her tongue seeks out mine. A sweet taste fills my mouth, and it has me needier than a second ago. I reach down and grab her thighs, digging my fingers roughly into them. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I slam her back against my office wall. I let go of her thighs and my hands find their way to her hair. I tangle my hands in it, and she gasps into my mouth. I can’t get enough of her. I want to touch her all over. Afraid at any moment she’ll push me away.

I push my hard cock into her belly resulting in a shock running through her body. Fuck, I need more.

“Case,” she breathes pulling away from me. “Your rules …” Even as she mentions them, she rocks her hips against mine.

How can she think about rules at a time like this? All I can think is about taking her and making her mine. “I’m going to fuck you, Taylor.”

She whimpers. I lower my lips down to hers again. “Do want me to fuck you? Or do you want to remind me of my rules?” I ask, as I grab a handful of her breast that hangs out over the top of her corset.

“Fuck,” she whispers.

“That’s what I thought.” I pull away from her and place her on her feet. Before she can say anything, I spin her around to face the wall. She slams her palms against it as she leans over. I reach around her and undo her shorts. They fall to her ankles the next second. I then unzip her corset in a quick manner.

Once off, I place my front to her back and reach around her body. I pull her panties to the side with one hand while I run the other up the back of her head, grabbing a handful of hair.

She hisses in a breath as I jerk her head back. Lowering my mouth to her ear, I cup her shaved pussy and then slowly run a finger between her wet folds as I speak. “Is this what you dream about me doing to you?”

She tries to nod her head, but her movement is limited with my hand in her hair. I push my finger deeply into her once I feel how wet she is. Her pussy tightens around my finger, and I let out a growl. “Fuck, that tight little pussy is gonna feel so good when I fuck it with my cock.” My cock jerks in agreement.

She moans and then swallows. I pull my finger out and push in two this time. “Case …” She cries out in pleasure as I shove them all the way in roughly. I swirl my thumb around her clit as I repeat the thrusting move with my two fingers.

“Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Taylor,” I demand. “Tell me you want me to bend you over and fuck you so hard that the people in this club will hear you over this music.”

“I do.” She moans as she rocks her hips against my hand causing my fingers to push deeper inside of her before pulling them out. She’s so fucking wet it’s making my mouth water. “Fuck me, Case.” She breathes. “Fuck me so hard that they can hear my screams.”