What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,23

her panties away from her body, then he tucked the bill down through the opening.

“All access,” he clarified when he released the fabric.

Valentine was kissing him before she even knew what she was doing. Crushing her body to his and forgetting everything as she did so. Her entire world was centered on him. This powerful, rich, sexy man, who could snap his fingers and the world would heel. He ruled his own little universe and clearly all was right within it – maybe if she was a very good girl, he could take over hers and fix all her problems.

Maybe I can finally let someone else be in control for a little while.

His hands suddenly gripped her arms, then he was spinning her away from him. She stumbled against the bench and fell forward. She threw her hands out in front of her, planting them against the frosted glass wall. She gasped when he pressed against her from behind, his hard on rubbing against her ass.

This is real. This is really happening. You said this would never happen. You told him this would never happen. And look at you now.

“Valentine,” Ari whispered her name. Almost hissed it. She shuddered and felt his hand smoothing its way around her waist and up her front. He made his way to her throat, gave it a gentle squeeze, then went back to her top. “If the word 'no' is anywhere in your vocabulary, you better say it right now or forget it.”

Then his hand was under her top, squeezing her bare breast. She bit into her bottom lip, then let out her answer on a sigh.

“Yes.”

The hand swiftly moved from breast to crotch, gliding under her waistband and slip-sliding across her slick skin. She gasped as two fingers found their way inside her body.

How long has it been since anyone's fingers but my own have done this?

“Do you get like this for every client?” he asked, his teeth against her ear once again as he leaned low over her back. “So fucking wet.”

“God no,” she managed to force out a laugh. “No, not for anyone. Not ever.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Only me,” he growled, his fingers moving faster. She whimpered when she realized his free hand was also under her skirt, but from the back. He pulled at her thong, sliding it free of her hips and working it down her thighs.

“Only you,” she whispered

The fingers were gone and she actually whined out loud at their loss. But then her short skirt was shoved up over her ass, and Valentine realized the moment was happening. The time to stop this was swiftly coming upon her. Of course, she could always say no whenever she wanted, she knew that – but she also knew that once he was inside her, she wouldn't want to say no. Not to him. Not ever. She could just feel it, and it scared her a little.

But not as much as the thought of watching him walk away without finishing what he'd started.

“Oh my god,” she groaned as she felt his dick from behind her. Then it was shoving inside her, practically splitting her in half, and she almost shrieked from the pressure.

“Goddamn, you really don't do this,” Ari grunted through clenched teeth. “You're so fucking tight.”

“Fuck.”

That was the best way she could articulate her thoughts and feelings. Was her inner mantra as he finally reached his hilt. Then he held still for so long, her legs started to tremble. She had trouble breathing. She whimpered once, then again. A third time. And just as she was about to beg him, he started fucking her.

He was slow at first, thrusting in a fluid motion, giving her body time to accommodate his very impressive girth. She groaned and mewled and stretched, trying to get away from him while at the same time craving more. So much more, harder, faster, more.

“Oh, no no no,” Ari chuckled, gripping onto her hips as he picked up speed. “You're not going anywhere, Valentine.”

His thrusts became brutal, she could hear the sound of his hips slapping against her. He smacked her on the ass hard, startling a shriek out of her, then his hand was back on her tits, squeezing and massaging them.

“Oh fuck,” she cried. “Holy shit, Ari.”

“Christ, I know. Too much. You are too fucking much.”

And then he was gone and she was shrieking again, almost falling into the wall when he let her go. He quickly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against