Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(94)

“I was going to pull out of a business deal with her husband years ago. She begged me not to because they needed the deal. I was a cocky motherf*cker back then, young, so much money I thought I was God. I told her to beg me and suck my cock while I was on the phone with her husband. Then I gave him the deal as she made me come. Now—” leaning over, he pulled my chin to face him, because I was full-on shocked and staring wide-eyed. He was a gentlemen outside the bedroom, so never did I think he would do something like that.


“Do you want to learn more of my past with women, or will you listen to my warning and let it go? Because I can also tell you that the woman standing over there in the red dress—” my head turned to see a stupidly gorgeous, curvaceous, raven-haired woman in a red ball gown, “—is Sasha. She was the woman I used to f*ck when I’d come home.” He enhanced the word f*ck and watched me wince, but he went on. “She let me dominate her, humiliate her. Completely subdue her. She was helpless. Never asked questions. Never wanted more. Never argued with my discipline or angry spanks. She loved everything I could give to her. Everything I f*cked her with.”

“Enough.” I held up my palm to stop him talking. Image after image of him being with that woman tormented my brain, and I hated myself for pushing him into telling me. My heart and mind suddenly realised the full meaning of what Parks had said to me so many times. He said he wanted to protect me from his past because he didn’t want to hurt me. He was right.

“Now do you see why you don’t need to know all this shit?”

I glanced at him through my eyelashes, hating that I was looking at him slightly differently, if only for a second. He had a past. So did I. I couldn’t judge him for it even if it did cut me to the core.

Relaxing, he pulled me onto his lap, ignoring the glances he got. “Princess, they are my past. You are my now. Let me live in the moments we have together, not the moments that haunt me.”

Having to look up at the spotlights on the ceiling of the marquee, I pushed back tears. “I want that too.”

“Good.” He inhaled deeply into my hair as he caressed my cheek. “I think I need to teach you a lesson.” The whisper was dark but seducing. His face remained expressionless because of the company we were in, but I saw the salacious heat in his eyes.

“For what?” Obviously, I knew.

“For being curious.” He covered his hand with mine. “Why is it that when a man shows a woman one side to him, she immediately has an urge to see all the other sides? Isn’t one side of me enough for you?”

I glanced into his eyes, softening to his response. Even though his words were heart-warming, it was his way of deterring me. I wasn’t stupid and didn’t need to contemplate it before answering. It was evident. I craved to know all sides of Wade Parks, not just the ones he showed me. I craved to see his dark sides, light sides, family sides, ex sides. Actually, scrap the ex sides.

“I am yours, Princess.” He kissed me again, telling me that was the end of the discussion and let me get back into my own seat. “Now stop meddling.”

I didn’t see it as meddling. It was curiosity. And neither was it the end of the conversation for me. Stupidly.

“I just don’t understand how you get to know all about me, yet all I get to know about you is how your dick works.”

Ouch. The lashing of my cruel tongue sent Parks recoiling back a touch, wincing. “Carry on speaking to me that way, Evelyn, and I will spank you right over this f*cking table.” The twitch of his eye was the only indication he was angry, but I knew he’d never want to cause a scene. Glutton for punishment or not, I wasn’t going to test out that theory, though. He was back to being the Hulk, and I loved it. And hated it. It made him fiercely sexual and dangerous. And I loved fierce, sexual, and dangerous.

“What was so special about Sasha?” I spat her name childishly.

“Leave it, Princess. Like I said, she was a bit on the side. But not now.” Swallowing down his building rage, he gulped at another glass of watermelon juice the waiter had topped up. He was probably wishing it was something stronger.

“Why not now? Because I am?”

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to a woman I have no feelings for!” Parks growled, warning me. However, visualizing that very thought sent a deep ache to my chest. I ached every time I unleashed that part of me that kept me strong. Ached when the weaker side of me allowed me to feel and think of all those women Parks had before me, even though it was the past and as a believer of keeping things there, I knew I should never have judged him on it. The feelings I was building for him, though, outshone my drive to keep that thought afloat. In that moment, he was mine, he belonged to me. He was my support. My calm in the storm and my solidarity. No one was ever going to take that away from me.

With that in mind, I pushed away my rebellious thoughts. “I see as you mine, Wade. And I don’t want anyone to take you away from me. Not her. Not no one. Ever.”

The sudden change in my behaviour made Parks blink, whiplashed by my moods. “No one will ever come between us, Princess.” He firmly grasped my hand and pulled me up and out of my seat, pressing me into his chest. “Now, we’re going to enjoy the rest of the night like a happy couple. And tonight, I will f*ck you so hard, you’ll forget that this conversation ever happened.”


I gulped as my pulse leaped and my clit pounded.