His hips drove against mine and I felt an answering wave of heat between my legs. I must have gasped again in pleasure because he laughed. His fingers were tangled in my hair and his mouth pulled away from mine to find my throat. His teeth dragged over the skin and he slid his tongue over the hollow at the base of my throat—
“Please,” I whispered.
He pulled his head up to look down at me, and I swallowed hard when I saw the absolute triumph in his eyes.
“Please what?” His voice was pleasant, conversational, and that only made me wetter for some reason. His eyes held mine as he trailed one finger over my tank top. When I didn’t answer, he took my nipple between two fingers and squeezed, lightly at first, then so hard I rocked with the bolt of pain. He kissed me then, forcing my lips apart so his tongue could fuck my mouth. He waited until I was squirming against him again. “Please what?” he repeated.
More. I knew if I said it, I could be bent over that couch in a second with him fucking me from behind. I knew he’d take me hard and he’d make me beg for it, and the shame of that thought only made it hotter, somehow.
“I have to go.” I wasn’t sure where I found the strength to say it, but I dropped my legs to the floor and tried to duck under his arm. “I should—I really have to—”
His hand caught the side of my neck, a light caress, and his thumb hovered over my lips. Before I could stop myself, I reached out to wrap my lips around it, swirling my tongue up over the tip. I knew there was a promise in my eyes, a promise of me on my knees, slaving away with my tongue and my lips—
His fingers tightened on my neck and he drew in a shuddering breath. His eyes locked on mine, burning, and he slipped his hand underneath my skirt and pushed my panties aside to slip his fingers inside me.
I cried out, half gasp and half moan, and his mouth was back on mine. I was sopping wet against his fingers and my hips were moving against his hand like I was too wanton to stop myself.
I was. I didn’t want him to stop. More. I pressed my lips shut on the word, but my hips said it for me, and we both knew it. My eyes squeezed shut but a single tear leaked out anyway.
“I can’t.” My voice was a helpless little whisper. I would, and we both knew it.
But he stopped. He was shaking.
“I can’t let you leave.”
I stared up at him in horror, and he seemed to realize what I thought.
“Not—that. Not that. It’s not safe for you to go. The building is being watched, remember?”
Oh. That. I looked away and he stepped back. I could see him fighting for control of himself.
“If you want…” His hand clenched. “If you want to spend the night alone, the bedroom is that way, though the hall.”
I stared at him, wavering. My nipples were peaked under the too-think fabric of my tank top, and I could still feel the heat and the slick wetness between my legs. I wanted him, I wanted everything his eyes promised. But if I did…
I was halfway across the room, almost running, when his voice stopped me.
“What are you going home to, then?”
I stopped dead.
“That’s not important.”
“No?” His eyes raked over me and he prowled toward me, eyes narrowed in speculation. “Then why shouldn’t you do this? Why can’t you?”
I backed away, my heart pounding.
There’s no one else, I heard myself telling Chris.
Chris and I were broken up. He’d cheated, I could screw whoever I wanted—and I was pretty damned sure this sex wouldn’t be as disappointing as sex with Chris had been.
Still, it was…wrong. Wasn’t it? I managed to shake my head.
“No.” He had stopped a few feet away, but he was smiling now. “You have to say it.”
“Say what?” My voice sounded lost.
“Say you don’t want me,” he said finally. “Say you don’t want me to fuck you.” His eyes darkened and his voice rasped out. “Say you don’t want to find out what it is you were begging for just now.”
I couldn’t remember how to breathe. I did want it. I wanted all of it, and he knew that.
“Come here.” It wasn’t a command, just the simple expectation of obedience, and I moved toward him as if I was in a dream, standing on tip toe to kiss him. I was the one to part my lips for him, inviting him to kiss me deeper. I was the one to press my body against his.
I was the one to find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with trembling fingers, and my reserve broke.
“Show me,” I whispered.
He bit my lower lip, just enough to make me rock against him, and he smiled when my eyes met his. He pulled my hands away from his shirt and for a moment, his fingers squeezed around my wrists—a promise.
“Come with me.”
Chapter 5
Donovan
I should send her away right now. God, I should never have brought her here. I was still waiting from the call from Hayden to tell me everything had been taken care of, and there would be hell to pay tomorrow either way.
I should shove her into my room and close the door and take as many cold showers as it took to come to my senses. I knew what this was—it was infatuation, and I couldn’t afford that right now. Neither could she, not with Sheng-li watching me. I had let this go too far.
And I couldn’t stop. Not with her looking at me the way she was, her eyes showing the tangle between desire and fear, and wondered how I could even begin. I wanted her blindfolded, her head turning to the sound of a whip—
Too much. She didn’t know enough yet; I would have to teach her.
This was a mistake. But I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t have stopped if Sheng-li had been at the door right now. I was shaking with how much I needed her.
“Strip.” My voice didn’t even sound like my own. How long had it been since I wanted someone like this?
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
I didn’t say a word, just leaned against the wall and watched her as I undid my cufflinks and loosened my tie. She had to learn that I was the one giving the orders. She had to know that as long as she was a good girl—a bolt of desire hit me and I hissed through my teeth—that I’d give her everything she wanted. I had a vivid image of her fucking herself on my cock, and nearly lost it right there.
Whatever she saw in my eyes, it spurred her into motion, and my breath caught as I saw her decide to obey.
Mine. She was mine.
She kicked off the shoes first and bit her lip, trying to figure out what to do next. After a moment of hesitation, her fingers found the buttons on her skirt. Her fingers clenched around the fabric for a moment before she let it fall to show plain black panties.
She pulled the tank top over her head next and let it drop. Her bra was black, too, and just as plain, but the black made her pale skin shine. I let out my breath slowly, picturing lash marks on her legs—and the print of my hand on that round little ass.
She turned away as she unhooked her bra, a piece of modesty I was not about to allow—until I saw it for what it really was. She gave me a look over her shoulder, at once genuinely innocent and deliciously aware as she hooked her fingers into her panties and bent all the way over to slide them down.
She had no idea what she was getting into with me, and the thought of teaching her was going to drive me mad.
“Very good.” I hoped my voice didn’t betray just how ragged my self-control was at this particular moment. “On the bed. On your back.”
She swallowed as she obeyed.
“Spread your legs.” I let myself stroll closer. Playing with fire, to get so close. I smiled when she flushed. “I gave you an order.”
“I…I’m embarrassed.” Her knees pressed together.
I considered, watching her color rise. She was adorable when she blushed, and I couldn’t resist making her blush even harder. “By the end of the night,” I told her, “you’re going to have wrapped those pretty little lips around my cock. You’re going to have
ridden me. You’re going to have begged me to fuck you any way I want.”
She swallowed, and her gaze slid away from mine as she parted her legs.
“Play with yourself.” The command was soft.
I saw the flare of resistance in her—resistance that was broken by her own desire. Her pulse was racing at her throat, and she closed her eyes as her fingers went between her legs. She slipped one finger inside herself, and her head dropped back. Her lips parted in a sigh of pleasure.
My breath was coming short as I watched her. She was lost in pleasure. She might be an innocent, but she was also wanton.
She was perfect.
“Do you know what you want?” I could not take my eyes off her as I unbuttoned my shirt. “Do you know why you stayed?”
She opened her eyes and there was yearning there. “No.”
“You call me sir.”
I waited.
“No, sir.” She knelt, then, staring up at me, and I crouched down by the bed so my face was level with hers, staring into those dark blue eyes.
“You stayed because you knew there was more. Because no one has ever taken you like I’m going to take you. And I am going to take you, Lily. I’m going to own you. I’m going to make you mine. Because that’s what you want. You want someone to possess you, body and soul. You want to obey me.”
“No one owns me.” Defiance flared in her eyes and I laughed. I had her face down on the bed in a moment, my hand trapping the back of her neck as I knelt over her.
“Put your hips up.”
She tossed her head, trying to push herself up, and I smacked her ass—hard. She froze.
“Hips. Up.”
She turned her head, looking at me, and I saw mutiny in her eyes.
“Do you know what you get if you obey?” I leaned close to whisper in her ear, and my fingers went between her legs, parting her, slipping inside…just. “Pleasure. You stayed because you know what I can do to you with a touch. You already know what my cock will feel like inside you. You were made for it. You know you’ll scream my name while I fuck you, you know you’ll beg me for more. And you know I’ll give you all of it.”
Her hips jerked against my fingers.
“But you have to say it, Lily. You have to say you want to be mine.”
She squirmed, and my reserve broke. I thrust my fingers into her, fucking her hard with them until she was writhing for it. Her own hand had gone between her legs, and her knees were spread.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“’Yes, sir.’”
“Yes, sir!” She couldn’t stop her hips from moving, she was gone.
I didn’t undress all the way. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think of anything but sinking into that wet little pussy.
She whimpered when my fingers withdrew, propped her hips up for me and looked over her shoulder, a come-hither look that had no artifice to it—only her own desire.
I was lost. I grabbed her arms behind her back and sheathed myself in her in one stroke. Her eyes fluttered closed as she gasped.
“Donovan…” She was already moving her hips as much as she could with me pinning her legs. Her wrists jerked against my hands and I tightened my fingers.
I took a breath to steady myself. She would be mine by the time I was done with her. She would be mine, and she would know it.
I fucked her slowly, my hand in the small of her back to keep her hips still. When she squirmed, I pressed her down, with a smack on the ass. When she begged, I said nothing. She was perfectly tight, so wet, burning hot inside—
“Donovan, please.” She was almost crying.
“Please what?” I slid into her to the hilt and gave a groan of pleasure. “You’re perfect, you know. I could fuck you like this all night.”
“Please…”
“Mmm?”
“Please let me come.”
“Are you getting close?”
“I want—” Her hips jerked. “More. You said…”
“I said I’d give you everything you wanted, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“But only if you were a good girl. And you haven’t been, have you?”
She twisted her head to look at me.
“Say you’re mine.”
Her lips clamped shut on the words and she turned her face back.
“It’s true, you know. You can’t stop your hips from moving. You could have slept alone tonight, but instead you stripped naked when I told you, you played with yourself in front of me, you used that clever little tongue of yours on me, and now you’re begging for me to fuck your harder. You’re mine, Lily, and you know it. You know you were made to be mine.”
She whimpered as I withdrew.
“If I—if I say it, you’ll…”
“I’ll give you everything. Do you know what it feels like to be whipped? Leather kissing your skin, just a touch of pain? Do you know what it feels like to have your wrists tied, be blindfolded, completely helpless while I fuck you with my fingers? I’m going to take you in that tight little ass of yours someday, too. Everything you ask for—properly, pet—I’ll give you.” I leaned close to whisper the last words. “And I’ll fuck you as hard as you want tonight, right now. As soon as you say it.”
“I’m yours!” It was a breath, and her round ass came back against me as she pressed her hips back, desperate for my cock. “I’m yours, Donovan. Sir—please—”
“Good girl.” The words came out between gritted teeth. I bent to kiss her, fucking her mouth with my tongue, and then I let her wrists go and hauled her up onto her hands and knees.
I fucked her hard enough to hurt, but she didn’t care. Her hips were pressed back against mine and she was crying out. Her back arched as she pressed her ass up into the air for me. My cock twitched at the thought of taking that ass, and I drove deep into her with a groan.
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes!” Her fingers were between her legs, the little slut. Her hips twisted. “I’m coming. Donovan—”
“Come.” I felt my own pleasure explode through me the next moment and I grabbed her hips to thrust deep, seed spurting inside her. Mine. I could still hear here whispered words and they made me come even harder: I’m yours.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She was shuddering with the force of her climax.
I rode her until the end, and when I pressed her down onto the bed, I was still inside her, twitching with the aftermath of my own pleasure. Her body was lithe under mine, squirming a little in contentment. I slid one hand up to cup her breast and watched her bite her lip as I rolled one nipple between my fingers.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.” The words came easily to her lips this time and she tightened around me. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, arching her back like a little cat, and gave me that smile that was half wicked, half innocent. “Say you’ll never stop fucking me like that.”
She was going to drive me mad.
“Never.” Impossibly, I could feel myself hardening again, and I groaned as my hips began to move. “Never, you’re mine now.” I pulled out of her to lie back on the bed, and pulled her to straddle me. “Ride me.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her eyes locked on mine and her hips rolled, rose and fell. She let her eyes drift closed, but she wasn’t lost in her own world yet—I saw her smile when I would groan with pleasure. She was learning what I liked. She let her head fall back and she gathered her hair up, slender form rising above me in the dim light like a goddess. She moved faster and faster, her own breath coming in gasps, and then, abruptly, she pulled herself back and knelt to take me in her mouth.
I lost it at the first touch of her tongue, swirling around the tip of me. I came so hard my vision went black and she swallowed it down, licking me, her hands working over me with her lips and her tongue.
When I could see, I rolled my head to look at her, and saw her self-satisfied little smile. She gave a laugh when I rolled h
er onto her stomach and gave her three swift smacks on the ass.
“That was for disobeying.” One more spank, and I slipped my fingers into her. “And that is for being so good with your tongue.”
She moaned, riding my fingers, and it wasn’t long until I felt her begin to shudder again.
“Good girl. Come.”
She did, crying out my name, and I pulled her close for a kiss. For a moment it was easy, natural—
I should let her go. The thought was jarring. My eyes flew open and she paused, looking at me uncertainly.
“Donovan?”
I closed my eyes briefly, lay back on the bed, stared at the ceiling. I wanted to put my fist through a wall. I should have sent her away. Goddammit. I should at least send her away now. A good fuck—that was all this was, I told myself brutally. She was a distraction, and I didn’t need one of those right now—any more than she needed Sheng-li to find out who she was.
I could give her up. I’d made my career on walking away from temptation.
“Did I do something wrong?”
That was it, that was the opening. I could say yes. It would hurt, she would leave. She would never come back.
And she’d be safe. It was the right thing to do.
“You should get some sleep. I have a few calls I need to make.”
“Donovan…” Her voice almost ached. “Sir?”
I almost turned back and took her in my arms. God, I wanted to. I hadn’t wanted that with a woman since…
Evangeline. And it was that memory that gave me resolve now. I turned my head and let her see my coldest look.
“What?”
“Are you angry?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“But I thought—”
“You misunderstood.” My words were like a whip crack, the lie making her face go as white as if I’d slapped her. “I’ll have my assistant take you home in the morning.”
Her face was blank with shock, and I turned away from it. She wouldn’t understand, she’d be hurt.
But it was better, far better, that she was hurt—if it meant she walked away from this alive
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