"We're not going home," Chris growls.

My stomach drops. How mad is he?! I didn't have time to consider it long as he makes a sudden right into the Lux Hotel.

I can't help but gape. I didn't feel worthy to be in the parking lot let alone the front door. It oozes class and wealth, even the patrons walking around are of a certain calibur.

A valet dressed in a sharp red and black uniform runs over to the door and practically jumps with excitement.

"Checking in Mr. Glass?" He asks respectfully.

"Yes," he replies stiffly, handing the young man a fifty dollar bill. "My regular spot." The valet nods and jumps in, waiting for me to get out.

Chris opens the door and holds his hand out for me to take. The mood swings are giving me whiplash and I'm left sitting there stunned.

"Baby?" He asks softly, coaxing me out. I take it gingerly and slide out. He drapes his suit jacket over my shoulders before placing his hand on my lower back to guide me in.

The doorman was dressed in a similar uniform and greeted Chris also, clearly he's a hands on boss. As we walked into the lobby I was utterly floored.

The area was huge and richly decorated in earth tones. It was not brightly lit which added to the elegance and drew your eyes to the seating areas or massive concierge counter.

A stunning blond in a meticulous black dress waited there with a million dollar smile, her blue eyes locked on Chris. Instantly I didn't like how she was looking at him.

"Mr. Glass, to what do we owe the pleasure?" She asks in the flirtiest way possible.

'Seriously?! Can she not see he's not alone?' 'Pretty sure I don't even show up on her radar.'

"Miss Chase," he replies, "just my keys."

"Cordelia," she says in a sultry tone as she runs her finger across her collar bone. I drop my gaze to the ground, not being able to watch anymore. The last thing I need to do is lose my shit on her and cause a scene to piss Chris off more.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Chris?" She asks, handing him the keys. Even from the corner of my eyes I could see the way she made unnecessary contact handing him the keys.

My eyes burned and my chest ached, I hated standing there like I was invisible. I couldn't control my emotions or the events and that upset me even further.

That she was acting that open with him was suffocating me. Have they dated or something? How can I even compete with someone like that? She's so polished and perfect; I'm not even fit to work here, I definitely do not belong here.

"Miss Chase," Chris said coldly, drawing my eyes up instantly. "While you are here, you are a representative of the Lux hotel." Her eyes went wide as her confidence faltered.

"As such, I expect a certain level of professionalism and decorum from you," he grits out.

"Chris I-"

"Mr. Glass," he cuts her off, clenching his jaw. "If you are unable to conduct yourself appropriately for this job, perhaps we need to reconsider this?"

Her colour has drained completely as it dawns on her just how badly she has overstepped.

"I apologize if I have offended or overstepped, please, I love this job," she begged.

"I will not have you or anyone else upsetting my mate," he glares at her. "Do I make myself clear?" He asks dangerously as he draws me closer.

"Crystal," she says bowing. "I really do apologize Mrs. Glass," she says directly to me. The sincerity is clear in her eyes but is it for doing it or being called out? I simply nod to end this awkward exchange.

"Baby?" Chris says as he leads me to the opulent elevator. He waved the fob in front of the reader and it opened instantly. The ride up is quiet and fast as it stops at the penthouse. He waves the fob once more to get the doors to open.

He leads me in and I'm once again floored by the exquisite nature of the space. Whereas the lobby was clean, classy and modern, the penthouse felt completely different.

Rich wood accents were everywhere; warm stone covered floors had inviting throws that break up the space. The floor plan was open with a fully stocked modern kitchen while the majority of the space was occupied by a living room.

The back half was two levels with two bedrooms on each level. It felt like a part of the pack house with Lux flare.

"Like it baby?" Chris purred behind me. I spun around to face him as he leaned against the counter. His expression was unreadable as he undid the cuffs on his dress shirt before pulling off his tie.

"It's amazing," I admitted. "But why are we here?" I whispered, nervousness crept back up as the aww receded.

"This is where we stay when we come to the city for business," he started, pushing off from the counter and slowly stalking towards me. "Our room is through the double doors there." He gestured behind me. Something about the way he said our room sent flutters through my core.

He slowly stalked around me, his expression guarded and his energy rolling. I was frozen in place not knowing what to do, but feeling compelled to do or say something. I turned to head to the bedroom but he stopped me.

"Wait," he commanded in a husky voice. I froze instantly and stared at the floor. "Look at me." His tone made me weak in the knees but I couldn't look up.

Slowly he caressed my cheek with the back of his knuckles before lifting my chin. His hazel eyes bore into mine as they flickered brown.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I do," he said softly, making me melt instantly. "You're perfect the way you are," he mumbled, as he circled behind me, his hand slipping to my shoulder. "You're beautiful, and all mine," he growled as he slipped his jacket off of me as he kissed my neck behind my ear.

Without looking he tossed it behind him to the couch. His hand traced the corset back through the shirt causing my heart to race and my core to throb. He growled lowly as he breathed deeply, causing me to press my thighs tighter together as he smirked.

"We're long past that kitten." He pulls my back tightly to his chest as his head drops to my neck. I jump as he nips my earlobe, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my center as a breathy moan escaped my lips.

"So, receptive," he murmurs against my ear. I felt him smirk against my neck as he peppered kisses along my jaw and slowly down my neck to the sweet spot. Done. All of my anxiety, doubts and fears are wiped clean under his attention.

"Do you have any idea," he murmured against my neck as his hand traced the corset edges on my stomach. "How hard it was to hold back, realizing you wore this?" His virile voice practically had me purring with need.

"You test me sometimes too much baby, I'm not as good as you think I am," he trails off.

I just shook my head, not trusting my voice. In an instant he ripped my top in half as I gasped in surprise. I trembled in his arms but it wasn't from fear. His lips were back on the crook of my neck as I instinctively bared my neck fully to him.

"Good girl," he rumbled in approval as his hands explored. He froze as his finger caught on the garter. I swallowed hard as he brought both hands to the zipper of my jeans.

He cursed under his breath as he fumbled it, a moment later the button flew across the room as material ripped.

"Chris," I chided. The whole outfit is ruined and it's brand new.

He released me and I whimpered at the sudden lack of contact. He grabbed his drink from the counter as he sat down on the ottoman in front of me.

"Show me," he commanded, his voice dripping with desire and authority. Slowly I slid the ruined jeans down and stepped out of them.

"Fuck Jess," he growled, throwing back his drink before tossing the glass onto the counter. His eyes darkened as they raked my body. They lingered, appreciating every little detail of the outfit. I stepped closer to him, excitement dancing in me as his eyes devoured me.

Painfully slow, he dragged his fingertips up the back of my thigh settling to play with the lace across my ass. I could feel my own trembling desire as I let him explore.

Roughly he pulled me to him, fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass as I straddled his lap. "Can you feel what you do to me?" He asks in a strained voice, grinding my hips down against his straining member.

His lips were on my neck nipping and kissing my sweet spot feeding the fire in me. I moaned as he sucked on my sweetspot, my body ached for more, it needed more.

"Do you feel how hard I am for you?" He whispers in my ear, causing my panties to soak through. "Baby I'm not gonna to be able to hold back tonight," he says in a strained voice.

I don't know why, but his warning had the opposite effect and instead just fuled my excitement. Sex with him has always been mind blowing, toe curling, orgasmic bliss, if that was holding back...

I brought my lips to his but he took charge instantly. He pulled the clip from my hair sending it cascading down my back. His kisses quickly grew more demanding and rough. I felt my lips swell under his assault as his hands explored every inch of my body.

He grabbed me roughly as he got up and took off to the bedroom before dropping me on the bed and stepping back. "Stay," he commanded.

His eyes never left my body as he slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it free. I chewed my lip in appreciation drawing a low growl from him. He had his belt off next, but held it tightly in his fist as he stepped back to me.

I couldn't help my flinch as I pulled away from him, my eyes locked on the belt in his fist. I know he's not my ex, but some things are hard wired into me I guess. His confusion quickly turned to anger as he threw it away.

"Baby, look at me," he said softly, as I complied looking up through dark lashes. "I will never hurt you, ever." His sincerity was clear and I nodded. I knew he wouldn't, it was just reflex.

He pushed me back further onto the bed crawling over me as his lips devoured mine. His body demanded total compliance and I was more than happy to give it to him.

My hands roamed his exposed chest as things heated up further. I tugged at his open shirt to pull it off completely not wanting anything between us.

His lips blazed a trail from my neck to my heaving breasts as they threatened to spill out, while his hand roamed south. There was nothing soft or tentative about his movements tonight.

A strangled gasping moan made it past my lips as his fingers slipped into my core. He growled before pulling away and staring down at me.

"Damn, baby," he whispered hoarsely.

He flipped me so fast it felt instant, as he drew me onto my knees. I don't know why but his dominating energy just added to my fire. His rough hands roamed freely branding every part of my exposed flesh. I shivered as his fingers ran down the laces.

Without warning he ripped through the panties and slammed into me causing me to gasp. His hand tightened in my hair drawing me up as he moved fast and hard.

It was hard and rough and my body loved it. Slight discomfort was almost instantly replaced by waves of pleasure as he drove into me. All too quickly I could feel myself building. His relentless pace sent me over in record time as I came hard, moaning his name.

He was nowhere near done with me and barely slowed while he rode out my orgasm, instead picking up right where he left off. I was a panting, moaning mess under him while he took his satisfaction from my body.

He pushed my shoulders to the bed releasing me as both hands dug into my hips. The bed shook violently as he hit deep, riding me on a fine line between pleasure and pain. Each thrust drove me closer and closer to the edge. My body responded beautifully to him moaning and bucking for more.

He pulled me back up wrapping a hand around my throat as I felt his canines graze my sweet spot. The slight pressure had me clench down hard before coming undone, the orgasm hit so hard I saw stars.

He growled loudly as he neared his own release biting down hard, canines retracted sending me over with him.

I struggled to breath properly, partially from our exertions but just as much because of the restrictive nature of the corset. My fingers tugged at the ribbon for a moment before he took over.

That lasted half a heart beat before he got frustrated and ripped the thing open. Relief flooded me as I caught my full breath for the first time.

His hands travelled down my back side before releasing the garter. Gently he laid me down on my back and I winced at the ach between my legs.

He sensually slid the stockings off discarding them on the floor. My eyelids were suddenly very heavy after all of that. "God I love you," he murmured against me.

"I love you too," I whispered as he settled in beside me before drawing me tight to him.