Chapter 4

Ruby’s POV

“I should leave,” I said, forcing calm into my voice even though my pulse was still racing from the kiss.

Harrison gave a slow nod, his gaze locked on mine. “Of course,” he replied smoothly, extending his arm.

I slipped my hand through his, pretending confidence, even as my fingers trembled. We walked out of the banquet hall together, whispers and shocked murmurs trailing behind us.

Outside, he guided me toward a sleek black limousine. He opened the door, and I slid inside, taking a steadying breath as I tried to collect myself.

When he joined me, I turned toward him. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I used you back there. That wasn’t right.”

He smiled, amusement softening his sharp features. “I don’t mind been used by a beautiful lady,” he said quietly. “But tell me, what’s your name?”

“Ruby,” I answered.

“Ruby,” he repeated slowly, savoring it. “It suits you. Would you like a drink with me?” He paused. “And I’m Harrison.”

I hesitated only briefly before nodding. “Yes.”

He started the car, driving us to a nearby bar. The silence between us wasn’t awkward, it felt strangely comfortable, and I found myself relaxing in his presence.

Inside the bar, his hand rested lightly at my lower back as he led me to a quiet table. He ordered a bottle of wine, and as the night stretched on, the alcohol loosened us both.

“I want you.” He said.

“No.” I tried, not exactly meaning it.

He didn't let me say anything else as his lips crushed mine. One kiss turned into another and then more. I responded instinctively, drawn to him despite the obvious age difference. The attraction was undeniable.

His hands roamed freely, confident and knowing, sending heat through my body. I wanted him, far more than I should have.

Before I realized it, he was pulling me to my feet, desire burning in his eyes. “Let’s get a room,” he murmured.

I nodded, breathless. We laughed softly as we made our way to the hotel lobby, slightly unsteady as he booked a room.

The moment the door shut behind us, restraint vanished. Clothes fell away. We collided, desperate and hungry.

He pressed my hand hard against his erection. I gasped as my eyes flew to his. I felt him pulsating beneath my palm, felt the burning heat.

“Hold me,” he said harshly. “Hard.”

I stood motionless, my heart slamming seriously as my fingers curled around his d*ck.

“Yes, just like that!” He was rocking his hips against my softness, and in that moment I thought I might not survive.

Harrison knew exactly what he was doing. His touch made my body melt, his mouth leaving me dizzy. Everything about him overwhelmed me.

The air was very sticky, and a wet heat seemed to have risen all over my skin. There was a sudden shortness to my breathing, making it difficult for me to focus, and then I became aware of how much my body needs him, it mesmerized me. I knew this was the perfect moment for me to leave, maybe stop this and just go back to the party, but I did not want to leave.

It felt unreal hours earlier, my world had been breaking apart. Now, I was wrapped in a stranger’s arms, losing myself completely.

And I didn’t regret it.

“Please,” I moaned, my nails digging deep into his shoulders. A second later he was also crying out and arching against my belly.

When his fingers moved inside me I gasped and fell back, spreading my legs wide open for him. “Ah, fuck.”

“Damn,” he said into my neck. “You like that, don't you?”

I was so lost in pleasure that I couldn't respond. 

“Call me Daddy,” he commanded.

“Daddy…” I breathed.

He stripped the rest of his clothes away, revealing himself. My breath caught.

He locked his arms around my hips and buried his face between my legs. I was shocked. I felt his tongue right on my wetness, as he stroked and laced me intimately.

He slowly got up as his hands found my breasts, and started foundling them gently. He teased me mercilessly, rubbing himself against me until my body begged for more. I needed him inside me.

When he finally pushed into me, inch by inch, I bit back a scream. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever had, stretching me as he moved slowly.

“Harder,” I cried, my body slick and aching.

“Such a sexy little thing,” he groaned. “I want all of you.”

“Yes, Daddy, please,” I moaned.

He moved steadily, deeply, until pleasure overwhelmed me. My body shook as he kissed and touched me everywhere, his mouth on my breasts, my legs locked around him.

When he pulled out and lowered himself between my thighs, his tongue drove me wild. The sensations were unbearable in the best way.

“Oh goodness… I’m going to—” I gasped.

The release crashed through me violently. I trembled, overwhelmed, experiencing something entirely new.

Even after, he didn’t stop.

Later, lying in bed while the sound of the shower filled the room, reality crept back in.

I needed to leave.

This wasn’t meant to be anything more. I wasn’t looking for love, especially not from this stranger that seems like trouble. Rapidly I weighed my choices and new there was no way he was good for me.

Still, as I dressed quietly, I hesitated. Harrison had been everything, there was no doubt about that.

But I couldn’t stay.

I slipped out just as the shower turned off.

I drove straight home and contacted my lawyer to prepare divorce papers only to receive Asher’s documents instead. I signed immediately.

He’d already moved out. The house was mine now.

Later, as I prepared to paint, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and froze.

Harrison stood there.

“How did you find me?” I asked, stunned.

His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

“I don’t like looking for my property,” he said calmly. “I like them exactly where I left them.”