Carmen

There's a lot at stake tonight.

I knew this when Delano, Corden, and I reviewed the plan countless times around their kitchen table, but we didn't expect Buck to watch us like a hawk. He's always been hands-on with the women who work here, but the clients? He leaves them alone. Lets them enjoy their pleasure. But Buck doesn't seem to have plans on letting Corden out of his sight, so I decided for him.

The Red Room is a private area accessible to the clients and their chosen women of the night. Buck wouldn't come back here even if it is Corden, so I decided on the most intelligent option and dragged him in here instead. We were practically dry-humping on the floor, so it'd be understandable why we moved our party here alone.

"Was that all for show?" Corden is panting when he shuts the door behind us. The red glow of the room and sultry music heighten the lust and desperation seeping from my pores. Was it a way to throw off Buck's suspicion? Yes. Was it also a way to get what I wanted? Also yes.

"I told you. I want to break this room in before I go. I meant it." Pushing him down on the leather couch, his eyes rake over breasts spilling from my pink lacy bra. My hand palms his erection when his legs sprawl out in front of him, and damn. I just want to crawl all over him. I don't think I've ever been this horny.

Corden huffs through his nose like he's becoming more impatient by the second. "If you keep grabbing me like that, this will be a very quick meeting, Hadari."

"Good, since my goal is to taste your come anyway." I laugh at the primal growl that spills from his throat, but he can't seriously think after saying that speech to me on the floor that I wouldn't drag him in here and fuck him senseless.

I've never felt so wanted by a man. Never felt worshipped. Desired. Craved. Corden stares at me like there's no one else in the room. All of his focus is on me, and I want to reciprocate. It's how I show my appreciation.

Sinking to my knees before him, I drag his zipper down, loving the hiss that falls from his lips when I finally free his hard cock. It bobs in front of me, tempting all on its own, but Corden sweetens the image when he fists it a few times—my mouth waters at how painfully hard I make him.

"What'd I do to deserve this?" He groans.

"Everything." It's a loaded answer, but it'd be impossible to sum up how much he's done for me. The confidence he's restored in me. His ability to become my safe place even though his life is a bundle of danger.

I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and take him as deep as I can, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. Corden wraps his hands around the nape of my neck—careful not to fuck up my hair—as he slowly lifts his hips to fuck my mouth.

"Fuuuck." He drags the word out, his head falling back against the couch. "Right there, baby. Right fucking there."

Baby.

The nickname has my thighs clenching.

And because I'm feeling in the mood for teasing tonight, I release him with a pop right when he's on the brink of release, which earns me a death stare. I can't help it. As much as I love being in control, I'm learning to love when he takes the reins with me. I've been in control over everything in my life since I was young, so it's nice to allow someone to take it away from me. It feels...like a relief to trust someone enough to hand it over.

Corden's eyes fill with liquid heat when he reads the expression on my face, and this time, he grips his cock and smacks it against my cheek. "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No." My answer is breathless as I squirm on the floor, desperate for friction.

"Then open."

I follow his demand, allowing him to sink into my mouth. His thrusts become harder. Lethal. But I'd never tell him to stop. Through tears leaking out of my eyes, Corden staring at me with his jaw dropped open is the only image I need to not come up for air. I can hold it for a few more—

He pulls out of my mouth, leaving my mouth formed in an O shape. "Fuck. Come here."

Strong hands pull me onto his lap, and then I'm met with a blistering, all-consuming kiss. I moan into his mouth as his hands trail down my back, fumbling with my bra with shaking hands.

A man who is considered to be one of the most dangerous men in New York is shaking from kissing me, and that knowledge nearly does me in. He hasn't even touched me yet, and I'm already ready to explode.

My hips rock against his lap, stroking his erection against my soaking wet panties as my hands run through his hair. I release the hair tie holding his hair in a slick bun and let his hair tumble to his shoulders. I want him messy for me. Deranged.

Our kisses turn punishing when his tongue swipes against mine. He's tugging on my bottom lip. I'm pulling his hair. Our bodies are slick with sweat when he smacks my ass and squeezes it so hard I damn near see stars. "Fuck me," he orders. "I need to feel you come on my cock."

Not want, but need.

Very different things.

I happily oblige, smiling at the whimper of defiance when I scoot off his lap to remove my panties. Corden's hands twitch at his sides like he's physically having to restrain himself from touching me so I don't tease him. Not anymore. I straddle his thighs and sink on his cock, crying out from his length.

He stretches me so deliciously. I'm utterly full of Corden, and I've realized there is no greater feeling than this. Than being here with him. I've fought it for months, but what's the point anymore? I want him, and all the baggage he claims comes with him. No, we haven't labeled things, but it's not because we haven't wanted to. There's been a lot going on, and with all the pent-up sexual frustration, there hasn't been a lot of talking between us. It needs to happen soon because the thought of another woman touching him like this has me seeing red.

"You can do it," he praises. "Take all of me. Just a little bit—Fuck. That's it. Such a good girl."

He's fully hilted inside of me, and I'm thankful for the soundproof room because the cry of pleasure I release when he swipes my clit is loud enough to overpower all of the traffic in New York.

He grabs the nape of my neck to press my forehead against his, which forces me to watch his cock move in torturous circles. "Look at how beautiful you look," he whispers. "Watch me fill you, baby."

Baby.

There's that nickname again.

I'm speechless when he begins to thrust, dragging his cock out until only the tip is buried before he plunges back in. My arousal is leaking down my thighs, all over his length, as I watch this man fuck me into oblivion.

"Watch me," he says, but when his eyes lock with mine, he groans and grasps my chin to keep our gazes locked. I'm lost in those ocean blues, an emotion passing between us that I'm unsure what to do with. All I know is it's enough to bring me over the edge, and in seconds, I combust.

My body trembles as I come, his thrusts turning erratic and brutal. "Tell me you want my come. Fucking say it."

"I want your come," I gasp.

His eyes soften, one hand around the nape of my neck and the other on my hip. "Fuck, Carmen, I l—" Release barrels through him, cutting off whatever it was he was about to say. His cock jerks inside of me with the remnants of his pleasure, and before I can pull away, Corden kisses me. Soft and gentle. "You're perfect," he whispers. "Perfect."

This moment feels more intimate than the other times we've slept together. He's still inside of me, making no effort to pull out, and his hands are caressing my cheeks, blanketing me in warmth and comfort.

I blink away tears, allowing all the feelings I've run from the ability to rise to the surface. "Corden, I—"

One second, I'm in his lap, and the next, I'm thrown to the floor, his body covering mine, when gunshots and screams ring from outside. Adrenaline floods my veins, and my heart gallops at an unhealthy speed. I gasp for air at the wind knocked from my lungs, and Corden's eyes scrunch together like he's torn in two different directions. His eyes flick from mine to the door, his mind whirling.

"W-What's happening?" I whisper.

Corden sighs, his eyes fluttering shut. "I think our jig is up, Carmen. They're onto us."