Six(29)

No dive motel. It probably cost over a grand per night. The view alone was worth that, and the hotel was pretty swanky as well. There was a four-poster bed with lavish and plush bedding. No springs in my side there.

Near the window was a sofa and chairs with a few side tables, giving me the perfect lookout over the city. Just past the sitting area was a desk and chair, which Six turned around so he was always looking out over the room and keeping tabs on me.

“I’m surprised we’re not in some back-alley special,” I said, still stunned, as I sat in the chair and continued to scan the skyline.

He said nothing, but that was usual Six style. It was like talking to an old dog with selective hearing. They couldn’t hear you calling their name, but they sure as hell heard the piece of food drop onto the floor two rooms and thirty feet away.

“Come on,” he called after a few minutes. “We don’t have much time to get ready.”

He could’ve killed me then if he wanted, and I wouldn’t have minded. Seeing any part of Europe was another item off my bucket list.

We arrived two days prior, and while I was getting over jet lag, Six was finding out the next move. It seemed we were pressed to get ready for who knew what.

Walking to him, I noticed he’d pulled out the insanely expensive designer-I-couldn’t-pronounce bandage dress along with the Louboutins.

“Look at me.”

I did as he asked.

“I can dress you up, but if you can’t play the part, you’re just an average woman in expensive wrappings.”

Ouch.

“What part am I to play for you today, Master?” I asked in a sweet, high tone.

His eyes narrowed into a glare. “Money infused arm candy.”

“Are you my sugar daddy?” I smirked.

His jaw ticked. “Shut the f*ck up. I don’t have time to shove my cock down that obnoxious mouth of yours.”

Ah, there was my murderous charmer.

“Am I going for high-class whore or bitchy socialite?” There was a distinction, after all. And if I was to play the part, it was an important detail.

“High-class socialite whore who knows to be f*cking quiet and not say a word. Look f*ckable. Draw attention away from me.”

Wearing the outfit laying in front of me, there was no doubt I was going to draw attention. The short, skintight dress aptly resembled a cage, thanks to the shapes the black bandage sections formed over the cream and white geometric print. Add the black patent leather peep toe Louboutins and it was a combination to call all men.

Hopefully I could pull the look off. I was a scrubs girl. It was what I wore daily. Dressing up was a rare occasion, and never anything as expensive as what laid before me.

Before changing though, I clipped my hair up and took a quick shower. There was no way I was putting that dress on without one.

I toweled my skin dry, then threw the towel onto the bed. From inside my suitcase I pulled out a sexy set of lingerie that he’d picked out and were probably best for the dress. Before I could attempt to put them on, Six grabbed them from me and shoved the dress at me.

“No.”

I glanced down at the dress in front of me. “No? What do you mean?”

He threw the items back in my suitcase and stepped in front of me. Reaching out, he slipped his fingers across my slit, making me shiver.

“Nothing underneath,” he said as he dipped his fingers into my *.

He let out a small groan and licked his lips as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out. My mouth dropped open, and my hips rode his fingers as I stared into his eyes.

Commando would get rid of panty lines, but I had a feeling that wasn’t why Six had taken them from me.

“No bra? My boobs aren’t as perky as they used to be.”

His other hand reached out and grabbed on to my tit hard, squeezing it. I hissed from the pain and tried to pull back. Being a B-cup, there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot for him to grab, but it seemed enough for him to keep me where I was. That and the other hand that was still working my *.

“You need to stop f*cking distracting me.”

“You’re the one who told me to strip.” My voice came out breathy and needy.

In an almost violent spin, he released me and stormed off to the bathroom for his own shower. My legs went weak, and I sat down on the bed to calm down.

I hated the man, despised what he’d done to my life, yet I wanted nothing more than his body on mine, his cock inside me.

The duality raging inside me had me not knowing which side was up and hanging on for dear life.





“I shouldn’t have to rub one out with you so close,” Six said an hour later as we headed out the door.

“You could have f*cked me. We both wanted it.” I stopped denying I wanted him a week prior. It just made life easier, especially with the difficulty my life had become. One less thing to fret about.

“We didn’t have time.” The elevator stopped one floor down and two good looking men in tailored suits stepped on, causing Six to pull me closer. “But later, I’m going to f*cking tear your * apart.”

A shudder ran through me, my * clenching at the thought. The comment even earned a glance from the two men, whose gazes lingered on my body before they turned back around.

The part I couldn’t understand was why did sex sound so good coming from the man who was going to kill me?