“Oh come on!”
I slice the inside pad of each shoe open. No earrings.
“You could have asked,” she mutters.
“You would have lied.” I nod. “Hair down.”
She rolls her eyes petulantly. “Really?”
I say nothing, and she huffs.
“I spent a lot of time on it.”
“That’s wonderful.”
I grin as she flips me off before she reaches up and pulls her hair out of the big elaborate bun on her head. It’s way longer than I thought it was, and I groan, picturing wrapping it around my fist as she moans for my cock.
“You should wear it down more,” I growl quietly. “You’ve got gorgeous hair.”
She blushes, her eyes darting down.
“Shirt next.”
Her eyes snap back up. “And if I say no?” Her gaze drifts to the knife in my hand. “You gonna cut it off of me?”
“Is that a request?”
Her blush grows deeper as her mouth tightens.
“Ass.”
“Princess.”
She glares at me again as her hands come up to the third button down—the top two having broken off back in Martin’s office. She hesitates, but when her eyes lock onto mine, I see this spark of green fire there. And slowly, her fingers keep moving, button after button. My hunger grows, my jaw clenching tighter and my hands closing to fists. I can feel the blood rushing to my cock, making it swell and bulge—tenting the front of my slacks obscenely.
I could care less.
I’ve spent a year pretending to be a gentleman. A year dressing in fancy suits and playing goddamn golf on the weekends. But all of that’s done with now, because of her. And fuck, that’s a good thing, but now, the bullshit me is fading away. The mask is coming off, the chains are breaking free, and the real me—the raw me, is coming out.
And it’s all for her.
She shrugs the shirt away, and I groan at the sight of her smooth skin, her bare shoulders.
“Bra too.”
She opens her mouth to say something—protest, maybe—but slowly, it shuts again. Her lips twist, and I see that heated fire blaze in her eyes once again.
“Fine.”
She says it like she’s doing it even though she doesn’t want to—like she’s resentfully obliging me. But that’s bullshit, and we both know it. I know damn well what I see in her eyes, and in the hungry heat spreading over her face.
She reaches back, unclasping the lacy black bra and letting it drop from her shoulders. Her hands slide up to cover her nipples, but goddamn does the sight get my cock throbbing hard. My balls swell with cum, like some sort of prehistoric response. It’s like the Neanderthal inside of me wants to claim, and dominate—to mark this mate as mine and mine only by plunging my cock as deep as I can go and filling her womb with my seed.
I growl to myself, fingers digging into my own palms to calm my own self and to stop me from just ravishing her right here and now.
…The slow tease is just too good.
Her full tits spill over her delicate fingers, and all I want is to push them aside and run my tongue across the swell of them. I want to feel her nipples pucker under my lips and my tongue as she begs me for more. I want to feel them in my hands as I drive into her and wrap them around my thick cock.
…And I’m not the only one thinking dirty thoughts.
One look at her and it’s written all over her face. I see that hungry look. I see the naughty girl barely hidden under that bratty innocence. She flushes, her eyes hooded and wild, and when my eyes drop lower, I grin to myself as I notice the way her thighs squeeze together.
I know what I felt in that hidden room. And I know damn well she felt it too. The heat, the way she gasped so quietly so I wouldn’t hear.
Oh, but I did, and I’ve been hard ever since.
“Now the skirt.”
My voice is thick and leaden, edged in steel, and I see the effect it has on her. I see the way she gasps, the way her eyes widen, the way the spark teases its way over her skin, making her shiver.
“Off, princess.”
She swallows, but this time, she doesn’t even put up the act like she’s been doing. She just holds my gaze, eyes full of hunger and lust as one of her hands slides to the zipper at the side of the skirt. She’s trying her damnedest to hide her full, juicy tits with one arm, but it’s a losing battle, and one of her light pink nipples frees itself, I groan deeply. Her hand trembles as it tugs at the zipper, her chest rising and falling as she blushes under my hungry gaze.
The skirt slides away, tumbling to the floor, and my eyes slide slowly down between her thighs to the lacy black thong covering her little pussy.
“Off.”
She shivers, barely holding back the moan as she shakes her head.
“No.”
I grin. Good, she still wants to play this game.
I move closer, and she’s fucking panting as I move in, leaning over her with my eyes locked on hers. My hand slides to her wrist, and when I tug her hand away from her chest, she whimpers as she lets me. Her breasts spill into view, and it takes everything I have left not to just wrap my lips around one of those perfect nipples and take her right now.
My finger teases down her collarbone, brushing down between her tits as she gasps softly. I trail it down her belly, groaning as her soft supple skin caves under my touch, a barely contained moan trembling on her lips.
Fuck, claiming her is going to be the sweetest sin. Feeling her tight, slick little cunt swallow my cock up is going to be fucking heaven.
My finger hooks into the waist of her panties, and I start to tug. She gasps, panting, sucking in a breath as I pause with my finger caught there between her skin and the lace.
“What’s your name, princess,” I growl lowly, our eyes locked.
“What do you care?” she tosses back, somehow dredging up one last little ounce of sass.
I slowly grin.
“I make a point of at least knowing a woman’s name before I pull her panties off.”
She blushes fiercely, biting her lip.
“It’s Cara.”
“That’s wonderful. What is it really?”
Her face reddens.
“Karen.”
“That’s one way to pronounce bullshit.”
Her lip twists in her teeth.
“Jes—”
“Such a pretty little liar,” I purr.
My fingers glide down over the front of her lacy panties, making her gasp as I move closer and closer to the pulsing heat between her thighs.
“Such a wet little liar too,” I growl.
“I—”
“Let’s stick to the truth.”
She swallows.
“Valentine.”
She says it Val-en-teen, and the sound of her name on her lips makes my cock throb. That’s it. That’s her name. That’s the name of the girl who’s going to be mine, and only mine. The girl who’s going to be my one and only, forever.
Like I said, one look, and I knew. Being this close to her and being this close to having her only cements that.
She’s it. My everything. My greatest heist.
And now she’s all mine.
“Valentine.” I let her name pour off my lips like silk as I smile.
“Of all the days to seal you away…”
She blushes, that lip that I’m about to taste twisting in her teeth.
And I did steal her away. And now, just like the necklace and soon the earrings, she’s mine.
My fingers tease up to the edge of her panties, and she shivers before her lips part.
“Wait…”
Easier said than done.
Somehow, I stop myself, every muscle in my body on edge as my fingers stall.
“Who are you?” She whispers.
“Dutch,” I growl quietly. “My name is Dutch, and princess?”
My fingers slide back up to the edge of her panties, and this time, I don’t stop myself.
This time, my fingers pull them low, sliding under and pushing down over her mound. My fingertips brush across her soft, warm skin, her breath catching when they push lower over the wet, silken heat of her perfect—and I do mean perfect—little cunt.
“You’re mine.”
Valentine moans as my fingers drag down over her lips, until suddenly, they find two hard, rounded, marble-sized little baubles. And I grin.
“There,” she whispers huskily, panting. “You found them. Happy?”
“Very.”
She swallows, her tongue wetting her lips as she looks up into my eyes, so big and round and full of fire and uncertainty.
“Guess that means you’re done.”
It almost comes out as a question, my jaw tightens. My eyes burn into hers, and slowly, my head shakes.
“Not even fucking close, princess.”
My mouth crushes to hers, drowning in her moans as my finger curls deep into her slick, eager, wet pussy.
Chapter 5
Valentine
I cry out into his mouth, the heat of it all exploding through me. His lips sear to mine, tongue seeking mine as his finger… oh God.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. Certainly not something I’ve let any other guy do, and nothing at all like how it feels when I’ve done it myself. His finger is thick, and demanding, pushing deep into my eager, slick pussy and curling up against the front wall. I moan, melting under his touch as he strokes the finger in and out, rubbing some sort of magical spot inside that turns me to jelly.
I moan deeply, opening my lips for him, letting my tongue swirl with his as his deep, masculine groans rumble through me, shaking me to my core. He smells like man, and it lights a fire across my skin—like his pheromones are tailor made to make me come apart and melt for him. His other hand comes up to cup my jaw possessively, making me shiver and kiss him harder as he growls into my mouth and claims it as his own.
And that’s exactly how it feels—like he’s claiming me. Like he’s making me his.
…And I want him to, with everything I have.
The second he stormed into that office, I knew I was lost. The second I lost myself in those piercing blue eyes or tumbled over those gorgeous lips and powerful jaw. The way my insides turned to jelly when he opened his mouth and let that deep, velvety baritone voice washed over me. That body made out of stone and iron. That flash of danger on his face. The power behind his fierce stare.
All of it only had one outcome, and I know that now, because here we are. And as crazy as it is, and as insane as it feels to have let this man that I don’t even know literally steal me away from that house wearing a quarter billion in diamonds to bring me here, I can’t imagine anything else. I don’t want to imagine anything else, because what I’m feeling here with him—with those lips on mine and his and working magic between my thighs—is unlike any feeling I’ve ever dreamed of.
He growls into the kiss, tasting my lips as I moan for him, Slowly, he pulls away, his lips trailing down my jawline to my neck, making me cry out as his teeth rake the sensitive skin there.
“You like that, don’t you, princess,” he growls lowly, nipping at my neck again and letting his lips suck at the skin. I shiver, whimpering as I nod.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You’ve never had a man make you this wet before, have you.”
I shake my head, moaning as his lips trail further down my neck.
“I—oh God…”
“So nice and wet for me. So fucking eager for more, isn’t it? This pretty little pussy is begging for my tongue, isn’t it?”
I cry out, moaning as he strokes his fingers in and out, my slickness dripping down his hand and my thighs.
“Let me taste you, princess. Let me taste this tight little cunt until you beg me to stop.”
My pulse races, my skin igniting in fire as he starts to kiss his way lower. His mouth trails over the swell of my breasts, kissing down over my soft skin until his lips brush over a nipple. I cry out, back arching on impulse as he sucks the aching, hard little pink bud between his lips, swirling it with his tongue. His hand slides down my body, teasing my other nipple, moving lower to grab my hip as he teases me with his tongue.
He moves lower, and my whole body trembles as his lips trail down over my tummy, making me gasp sharply. My pulse beats faster and faster, my skin tingling and the aching heat between my thighs, stoked by his fingers, grows into a wildfire.
His fingers tug my panties down, slipping them down my legs, plucking the earrings from them and seeing the two brilliant stones on the couch next to me, and tossing the panties aside. His lips brush over my hip, teasing lower down the groove between my thigh and my pussy, and my breath catches.
This is new. This is nothing I’ve ever felt.
And fuck am I ready for it.
When I feel it, it’s like heaven. It’s like wet, silken heaven teasing over my most sensitive place. His tongue makes me cry out as it drags over my pussy, parting my lips and delving deep. He curls it up and down, tasting me, teasing me, making me gasp in pleasure I’ve never known before. His powerful hands hold my thighs tight, pushing them apart as I sink back into the couch. My eyes are wide, my mouth slack as I just stare at the gorgeous, dangerous man kneeling between my legs with his tongue dragging over my pussy.
He teases it higher, and when he flicks that wicked tongue over my throbbing clit, I scream in pleasure. My hips buck against his mouth and I throw my head back as I claw at the couch.
Dutch chuckles, the sound rumbling through me as he kisses my inner thigh.
“You like that, don’t you, princess? You like it when I make this pretty little pussy feel good like that. You like my tongue on you? Making you scream like that?”
I moan wildly, nodding up and down eagerly as he moves his mouth back to my swollen, pink pussy. His tongue drags up and down my slit again, groaning as he drinks in my honey and sends lightning bolts of pleasure exploding through my whole body.
He moves a little faster, a little more intently, growling into me as his tongue pushes deep inside. I scream, throwing my head back as my fingers slide into his thick hair, clutching at him. That wicked tongue pushes in and out, fucking me slowly as his thumb moves to start rolling my clit. Fire shatters through me, searing me and leaving me breathless as he just keeps licking and teasing me.
His mouth moves back to my clit, his lips wrapping around the little aching bud as he slides that big finger back inside of me. He starts to curl and stroke again, making my whole body ripple and tighten, his tongue dancing over my clit until I’m sure I’ll explode. His tongue moves faster, and harder, and the pleasure shuddering through me pulses bigger and bigger until I know I’m sure I’m going to melt right into the sofa.
“I know you want to come for me, sweetness,” he groans, kissing my thigh again as his finger drags in and out of me.
“I know you want this pretty little cunt to come all over my tongue. This is how I always want you, princess—naked, spread out for me, wearing a quarter billion dollars of diamonds on that perfect skin and nothing else. Let me taste you, Valentine. Let me find out what this pretty little pussy tastes like when it comes all over my tongue.
He dives back in, sensually dragging his tongue up and down my slit before swirling it over my clit again. His lips seal around it, sucking gently as he pushes a second finger deep alongside the first.
And I start to come apart.
He strokes faster, tonguing me over and over again, until I’m screaming, panting, and rocking my hips up from the sofa against his face. He sucks harder, his tongue bats across my clit, and it’s like pulling a trigger.
The orgasm—the orgasm, which is miles beyond anything I’ve ever even imagined before—explodes through me like a bomb. The heat crackles through me, the scream of pleasure wrenching through my body and out of my mouth as I go crashing over the edge. I melt under that tongue, climax after climax tumbling into each other as he just keeps tonguing me until the fina
l broken cry of pleasure tumbles from my lips, and I collapse onto the couch.
And only then does he slowly pull away.
Dutch kisses one thigh and then the other before he moves back in, gently peppering my trembling, swollen pussy with featherlight kisses that leave me trembling. He moves up, and when he kisses me, I don’t hesitate like I thought I might. His lips are slick with my honey, but when I taste my own sweetness on his lips, it’s like throwing some more fuel on the fire, and I kiss him back hungrily.
“You’re mine now, princess,” he growls quietly, pulling back. Our eyes lock, green and blue fire mingling as the heat of that gaze crackles through the room.
“Oh, you think so, huh?” I whisper, grinning, my whole face red.
“I know so.”
He pulls back, his fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt as he starts to peel it away. My face flushes, and I swallow as my eyes trace down over his bare chest and rippling abs.
God he’s so hot. So gorgeous—all rippling muscles and coiled power. He tosses the shirt away, muscles cording as he moves back into me. He’s so hot, and so wild, and so dominant. And that’s what’s turning the fires up high inside of me. The control he has, and the way giving him that control makes me shiver in ecstasy.
He kisses me again, and this time, I lose track of time completely as I melt into those lips. Until slowly, he pulls away, his eyes dropping to the diamonds around my neck. And for one little second, doubt creeps back in.
“So, now what?” I whisper, not even sure I want to hear the answer. My bottom lip catches in my teeth, twisting as I drop my eyes away from his.
“You just take your jewels and run? Is that the plan now?”
He’s silent for a long moment, and when I look up, I shiver at the pure, raw, fierce heat blazing in his gorgeous eyes as they lock onto mine.
“No,” he growls lowly, slowly shaking his head. “No, princess.”
“Why?” I whisper. “Isn’t that what you’re after?”
“It was. Except, I found something I wasn’t expecting,” he says quietly.
“And what did you find?” I barely breathe, his lips millimeters from mine.
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