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Ian sighed wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes and pushed back the need to find her, to order her back to the mansion

"Her safety is not in question, Jason" At least not yet Not from anyone other than himself and his desires

"Very well, sir" Confusion radiated from the butler "Shall I inform the Misters Conover, Wy soon? They have expressed some question as to whether or not the previous business discussions have been concluded"

He shook his head, turning back to the butler slowly

"They’re in The Club?"

"Yes, sir"

"I’ll join them there Please let me knohen Ms Mattlaw returns"

"I’m certain the sound of the commotion will reach your ears before I can scurry to your location," Jason harrued at his lips at the thought "But make the attempt in any case"

"Yes, sir" Jason inclined his head before turning sain to the oppressive silence which had filled it before his arrival

You’re so depraved, Ian I sold my soul into hell to be your woain, written words seared his er It was eating him alive, as it never had before

He could see it, he could al, blistering in its heat He could see her, her eyes dazed, pleasure consu her as her lips opened in a scream, sandwiched between him and Khalid

The half-Saudi would complement her passions, his patience His control would match Ian’s as they drove her past any boundary of pleasure she could have known

He wanted to play with her He wanted to watch her writhe on the bed, retrained, pleading, gasping for release as he and Khalid drove her past any restraint, any conscious control He wanted, fuck, he needed--hungered--to see her reach that point where she cliainst her clit, a lick to her nipple Where her body was so sensitized, so aroused, so perfectly attuned to the pleasure they could bring, that when they pierced her snug channels, the orgasression of release that would stroke,cocks

The need was overshadowed only by the memory of the last woman who had loved him It was a pleasure he had wanted her to knoell

He hung his head, breathing in roughly as his shoulders bunched with tension

He had taken ht nothing erly, toward it He had thought that would be enough It wasn’t

Courtney would fight it She would beg, scream, curse his control and attempt to break it, whether she knew the end result or not It was a part of her nature She would never give hie to his do yet?"

Ian turned slowly to aze

Of all those who surrounded Ian in his day-to-day life, Cole alone knew the truth of what held Ian back He had been there, in those horrifying days after Melissa’s death

"You’re out of line, Cole" His jaw clenched with anger as he read the aze

"A the office as he closed the door behind him "She’s a oman Maybe even more than you, with all your experience, could ever hope to tame She’s your match Everyone sees it but you"

"She’s an innocent," he breathed out roughly

"She’s not Melissa, Ian Melissa was broken, inside You couldn’t have anticipated that You couldn’t see through her lies and her gah the bad times You had no idea that she was less than the person she showed you You know Courtney"

And he knew she was as wild as the wind That she had always been i, or to constrain Even as a child she had been like a ind, rushing around the estate, creating havoc, drawing shter From the moment she turned sixteen she had tried to te to her, she had watched him

"Maybe I don’t need to share Courtney" He pushed back his own attempts to justify what he wanted

Cole snorted as he threw himself into one of the leather chairs in front of the desk Ian was striding to

"Yeah, and maybe the sun doesn’t need to rise toht not need it, but I bet she does"

Ian’s eyes narrowed "You’re out of the running"

"Thank God," Cole grunted "Tessa’s the only orave it will be ainto the thickly padded back as he propped his feet on the desk and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling ainst his nature He had kept his involvements at a certain level for a reason, to allow himself the full immersion of his senses into his sexuality when the opportunity arose

He was a business the various businesses his father had left him, as well as the multitude of other interests His life was often fast-paced, filled with on-de-fast business reflexes He thrived on it Craved it But the stress level often became tremendous

It was then that Ian found his sexuality rose to the fore He began to hunger, to need the excesses he found such enjoyment in In all honesty, he would have found relief for that by now, if it had been any other woman He had dated the innocents, hell, he had even bedded several women whom he had knoere not cut out for the life he lived And he had always, without fail, found his ulti stress, the loneliness, the need to just fucking give, when he was helping to send a lover to the very pinnacles of ecstasy