House of Paine - A Full Length Bad Boy Novel (11 page)

When they got home, Paige disappeared into her room and he didn’t see her again until dinner time. He’d made some spaghetti and seemingly subdued, she fixed herself a plate and sat down and ate with him. Dinner was silent, but afterwards she thanked him before cleaning up her plate and going to get ready for work. He thought he had his desires under control until she came back out of the room.

She was wearing a white pencil dress that didn’t leave one single curve of her voluptuous body to the imagination. The neckline was high but there was a hole cut right over her cleavage area in front and the back was open to the small of her back. Her long shapely legs ended in a pair of “come fuck me” white heels and her hair was in wild dark curls across her shoulders and down her back. Damien’s pants were instantly too small. All he could think as he followed her out the door and to the elevator was…Fuck Me!

He drove her to work and after dropping her off, he headed over to his father’s restaurant. He walked in past the hostess who was trying to greet him and the tables full of people he would normally talk to. He found his father, Alex and his Uncle Kevin right where he knew he would…at their private table in the back.

“Damien, you’re just in time to join us for dinner,” Jackson said.

“Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have me following this angry, impetuous little woman around twenty-four-seven. I deserve to know what is going on.”

Jackson glanced at his brother and then looked back up at Damien. “Sit down Damien. Now!”

Damien sat down next to his brother. The waiter rushed over but Damien warned him off with a look. “What happened to her brother?”

Jackson sighed. “I care about Paige,” he said, not for the first time. “I cared for her brother. When I married Crystal I really thought that it would be forever. I thought of them as my own.”

Alex and Damien exchanged a look. They both had issues with all of the years they spent without a father. Neither of them has ever brought them up to Jackson. “Greg never liked me. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get close to him. But, I never stopped caring about him. I would never have killed that boy. I knew he was here and I knew what he was doing…and like Paige, I didn’t blow his cover.”

“But you know who did kill him, don’t you?”

Jackson looked around to make sure no one else was near and he said, “Yes, I know. I’m not going to tell Paige so that she can run off half-cocked and get herself killed.”

“And you’re not going to do anything to him because his father is your close friend and business partner…do I have that right?” Damien suspected he knew who killed Greg.

His father proved him right as he said, “Yes. That’s not why I’m doing “nothing” as you put it. It’s not that simple. If I killed Caine Kramer it would start a war not only with Kramer’s crew, but with the Columbians. My relations with the Cartel are shaky. Kramer actually holds that together for us and he would easily be able to bring them in on his side if he needed to.”

“So what are you going to do? Why are you keeping her here, acting like you’re helping her?”

“First to keep her safe,” Jackson said. “She has no idea what she is doing here. Caine found out that Greg was undercover. He tried to get Greg to tell him what he had on him. What Greg did tell him was that it was enough to put him away. Caine freaked out and killed him. He would just as easily do the same to Paige. We have to find out what Greg had and if anyone ended up with that information, it was his sister. Then, we can decide what to do with Caine.”

“So you want to use her as the bait? You think she has this evidence already?” Damien was thinking about her meeting with her brother’s partner. Was that what that was about?

“I think you need to find out,” his father said. It wasn’t a question or a request…it was a direct order.

Paige breathed a sigh of relief that Caine wasn’t at the club tonight. Kelsey wasn’t either and it actually just felt like a normal job for a change. They were busy and shorthanded, so she was on her feet and moving all night. That made the time go by quickly and for that she was grateful. Damien was there right on time to pick her up.

On the ride to the apartment he actually asked her how the night went. Surprised that he was trying to be nice, Paige told him it was good, but busy. The rest of the ride was quiet with her wrapped up in her thoughts of figuring out how to use the evidence Tommy gave her and Damien appearing to have things of his own on his mind.

As soon as they got to the penthouse Paige went to her room, closed and locked the door behind her. Then she changed out of her work clothes into a white cami with spaghetti straps and soft yellow pajama pants. Before going back out to the kitchen she pulled her hair up into a ponytail and looked up at the vent. Earlier when she was getting ready for work she had dug the USB and audio files out of her pack and looked around the room for a place to hide them. She had spotted a vent above the dresser. She wrapped the two files in a t-shirt and climbed up on top of the dresser. Reaching up, she opened the vent and put the t-shirt up inside the vent before closing it back. Everything looked untouched.

When she walked out of her room she found Damien leaning back against the counter, drinking a beer. She felt the searing heat of his eyes as they moved over her body, practically leaving her panting.

“You want a beer?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Damien pulled one out of the refrigerator and twisted off the cap before handing it to her.

“Thanks.”

He nodded. Paige took her beer and began to head for the living room where the television was already on. As she stepped out of the kitchen onto the cool marble floor of the dining room she heard the newscaster on the television say, “Once again, this has been a special report. If you missed it, the body of a New York City detective with the vice squad, has been identified as the body of Tom Halton and has been found in a dumpster in the Bronx…” The room started to spin and Paige didn’t remember letting go of the beer. She didn’t even hear it hit the marble floor and shatter and she didn’t feel the beer splash back onto her.

“Paige, what’s going on?” Damien was at her side, but she didn’t see him or hear him. The newscaster was still talking about Tommy. She walked towards the television as if in a trance.

“It appears that the officer was brutally beaten. His body was then stuffed into a dumpster behind an Italian restaurant. He was discovered by an employee of the restaurant taking out the trash. As of now that is all the information we have, but we’ll have more updates when they are available.

“Paige?”

“What?” She screamed tears streaming down her face.

“Did you know him?” Damien asked not hearing the name.

“Tommy…He was my brother’s partner. He was supposed to leave town! Why the fuck didn’t he leave?”

She could hear her voice becoming louder and more high-pitched. She felt herself hurtling towards the edge of a cliff and she couldn’t stop it. She turned her anger on Damien.

“This is what people in your line of work do! Is this what you do? Do you beat people to death?” She felt sick to her stomach. Damien wasn’t speaking. He was just looking at her dumbfounded. “Do you put needles in people’s arms and shoot them up? Is that what you do for a living Damien? How do you fucking live with yourself? How do you look at yourself in the mirror? I hate you. I hate all of you!”

The tears pooled in her eyes and starting streaming down her cheeks and then she lifted her hand like she was going to hit him. Damien didn’t flinch; he just grabbed her wrists and pulled her to his chest so she couldn’t hit him.

“I’m so sorry Paige. I had nothing to do with this.”

Paige pushed him away with such force she stumbled back a little and the look on his face as she continued to scream obscenities at him was positively deadly…and more beautiful than ever. Paige’s heart was pounding inside of her chest like it was trying to hammer its way out. Damien’s eyebrows were low and his eyes seemed to be focused intently on her lips. His own lips were held tightly in a straight line and his hard jaw was set tight. It was if he was trying to keep himself from kissing her. She could feel her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Paige offered absolutely no resistance as he planted his lips against hers. Fireworks actually exploded inside of her head as he kissed her, pushing his tongue between her parted lips and seeking hers out. She brought hers up and let it slither across his. As they kissed, he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her as tightly into him as he could. She could feel how hard he already was as his cock pressed hard into her side. It only served to fuel her own desire. She pressed one hand into his hard bicep and curled the other into his chest. He felt every bit as good as she knew he would and she couldn’t wait to feel more as they continued to kiss for several minutes. Their tongues tangled and slid and danced across each other. When their lips finally parted so they could breathe, Damien seemed unable to stop.

He planted kisses across her tear stained cheek towards her ear and Paige leaned her head to the side to give him access. He sucked her earlobe in between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Then he kissed down her neck and when he reached the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder, he bit down gently eliciting a whimper from her lips. He reached back and took the band out of her hair, letting it loose so that it fell down across her shoulders and back. Taking a handful of it and tugging her head even more to the side, he continued to kiss and suck and bite at her neck while she wiggled and whimpered up against him. She loved the feel of her breasts crushing into his hard chest and the feeling of him working his lips back up to her mouth and sucking her bottom lip in between his teeth before he began kissing her hard again, letting his tongue plunge in as deeply as it would go.

Paige was panting. Her panties were already soaking wet and so far all he had done was kiss her. But, it was the way that he was kissing her. It was a demanding, possessive kiss and right on the very edge between the ultimate pleasure…and the beginning of pain.

It turned her on like nothing ever had before.

That was until he lifted the hand that was around her waist and laid it against the soft mound of the side of her breast. Paige sucked in a deep breath as she felt the heat of his palm radiating through her clothing and searing her skin. He slid his palm so that he was cupping the entire breast and he gave it a squeeze. Paige whimpered and that encouraged him. He squeezed it harder and let him thumb come up and find the swollen nipple that was pressing against the inside of her shirt. He ran his thumb in circles around the nipple while he squeezed her full breast and practically fucked her mouth with his tongue. She drove her own tongue back into his mouth like a starving woman. He let all of his fingers and his palm join in the fun, squeezing and pinching and pulling. She wanted to scream with pure pleasure. It was erotic and intoxicating and it was sending the most delicious exciting feelings through her body. She shivered as she felt his hand drop to her waist and began its ascent up underneath her shirt. The feel of his palm against her flesh was the sexiest thing that she’d ever felt and she had to have more. She let her own hand drop to the front of his pants and she cupped his erection in the palm of her hand. He groaned loudly and then pulling his mouth over to her ear he said, “I want to fuck you so bad!”

She squeezed his crotch as his fingers worked their way underneath her sports bra. He suddenly had a nipple between his fingers. Paige cried out as he pinched it and when she got her control back she said, “Fuck me Damien! God please fuck me! I want you so bad!”

Her hand dug more furiously at his crotch, trying to wrap her fingers around the jean clad organ. Damien pulled up on her shirt and Paige stopped what she was doing long enough to help him pull it and her sports bra up over her head. When he saw her tits he growled and said, “Fuck baby…so fucking beautiful.”

She was pushing her pajama pants down with one hand as he unfastened his own jeans. She got hers down past her knees about the time the head of his cock sprung out. Without hesitation she reached for it. Her hand could barely wrap around the thickness, but she held onto it and stroked it a few times while Damien’s hands explored her tits. Her nipples were as hard as his cock and her pussy was sopping wet with need. Damien let another deep rumble out of his chest before reaching down and scooping her up into his arms. Her pajama bottoms slipped off and stayed where they lay as he carried her down the hall against his chest. When they got to the master bedroom he dropped her down onto his king size bed and in a deep husky voice he said, “Take off your panties.”

He was busy stripping off the rest of his clothes as she did. Before she lay back down, he had a hand between her thighs letting his fingers glide against her skin, wet from her juices. “You’re so fucking wet. Fuck!”

Paige reached for his cock again. She wanted it inside of her, but for now she contended herself by stroking and squeezing it. She jumped and nearly screamed as she felt one of Damien’s thick fingers slide in between her pussy lips. He dragged it across her engorged clit before dragging it back down to her opening and shoving it inside of her. He slid a second finger in, this time eliciting a loud gasp from her. Then he changed the position of his hand and used his thumb to rub circles across her clit while he moved his fingers in and out of her. She was still stroking him, but it was hard to concentrate while he finger fucked her.