Locking eyes with him, she took a deep breath and then jumped in with both feet for once in her life. “What if you didn’t drive me home?” she asked breathlessly, unable to believe she’d actually asked. It was time to take a chance. Time to try to have some fun before she signed her life away on the dotted line. “What if I stayed here with you?”
He froze, his impenetrable brown eyes locked on her. “You want to stay…here?”
And just like that, she chickened out. “I mean, in a different room, of course. Not with you, with you,” she said, staring at her wine the whole time and feeling like a fool. Her cheeks were on fire. “You have a guest room, right?”
“I don’t think that would work. What would your people say?”
She smiled. “We already took care of that, remember? They know I’m safe and sound in the hands of the man they hired to keep me safe.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he muttered.
“If you did let me stay, you could bring me back in the morning. It’s late anyway, so it might be better if I showed up in the morning instead. It’ll look like I slipped out for coffee, or whatever. If we go there now, people might get the wrong idea.”
Lame excuse, but she wanted to stay. Wanted a chance to get to know more about this man. He was an enigma she wanted to unravel. Or however the saying went. Also, she couldn’t lie. He intrigued more than her curiosity. She wanted to be with him. To touch him. She wanted to have one fun, thrilling night before she met her unknown, possibly future, fiancé tomorrow.
Just like he’d promised her he could deliver.
Unexpectedly, the guilt came back full force. But it wasn’t as if they were engaged yet. After tomorrow evening, they very well might be. But not now. Not here. She hadn’t even seen a photo of the man. She had no idea what color his hair was. If he was kind or cruel. All she knew was that he was from a country similar in size to hers, his military force was stronger than hers, and she was supposed to marry the bloke.
How was that fair?
“Princess? The only bed I have in this house is mine,” he said, his voice level and deep. He trailed his fingers over her thigh, keeping the touch innocent yet somehow dirty at the same time. “If you want to sleep in that alone, then you’re more than welcome to. I could sleep on the couch.”
She met his eyes slowly. “Or not…”
“Careful.” His jaw flexed. “You might give me the wrong idea.”
She handed him her wine. “Drink this, and you’ll get the right idea.”
“Isabelle…”
That was the first time he’d used her name. She shivered, clenching her thighs together tight. “Yeah?”
He picked up an empty glass and poured himself a healthy dosing of wine. Chugging it back with one gulp, he set the glass down and captured her chin. “Let me put this clearly. You want a fuck? I’ll fuck you. And it’ll be a great time. I’ll make you scream so loud you’ll have to whisper the whole day tomorrow to make up for it. But that’s all it’ll be. You live halfway across the world. After you leave, we’ll never see each other again. And while you’re here, I’ll still be your guard. You’ll still listen to me, despite our night together.”
She swallowed the last of her wine. “I know this is just a one-night thing. I already told you. I’m supposed to marry for my—”
“Country,” he said, his voice flat. “I know.”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“That’s barbaric,” he said, his fingers tipping her head back. “Insane.”
She agreed, but it was her country’s custom. Her parents own marriage had been arranged, and they’d been happily married for twenty-eight years now. She could have that, if the fates decided as much. She might fall for this Prince George fellow.
He might be kind. Generous. Handsome.
Of course, he might not be.
“It’s my lot in life,” she said. “No point bemoaning it.”
“If you say so.” His thumb swept over her lower lip. “Question time. Are you a virgin?”
“No.” She laughed. “I might be a princess, but being a virgin on your wedding night is not a requirement to hold that title.”
He nodded once. “What are you looking to get out of this, besides an orgasm?”
“Uh…” Her cheeks went red hot. “I’m not certain what you’re asking.”
“One night, like we talked about earlier? Two nights? The whole time you’re here?” He hauled her against his body, their legs glued to one another’s. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you, just like I promised.”
“One night,” she said, her heart racing. “It’s all I can give. After that, I’ll be—”
He pressed a finger to her lips. “You don’t need any more explanations. If you only a have a night to give me, then it’s all I’ll take.” His fingers travelled down her throat, hovering over her racing pulse. “But understand this. I’m not a hesitant or sweet lover. You’ll succumb to me in every way, and in return, I’ll make you come so hard you won’t be able to stop thinking about me without feeling my lips on your pussy.” He tightened his grip on her shoulder. “You might own a fucking country, but tonight…I own you. Understood, Princess?”
She gasped, her stomach tightening at his naughty words. She’d never, ever been spoken to like that. Never talked dirty. It was a heady rush that she was doing it now. Here. With him. “I understand.”
He lowered his face to hers, their lips a scant inch apart. “Are you sure you want this? I’m only going to ask you this one time. You’re a grown ass woman, so I won’t ask you if you’ve changed your mind every other step we take toward that bed.”
“I want this.” She reached out and curled her hands around his nape, her fingers brushing the soft curl that rested just below his ear. “I want you.”
“Then you’re fucking mine,” he said. “You have been since you sat next to me in that coffee shop.”
She nodded frantically, needing him to get on with it. To claim her. “Yes. I’m yours.”
He growled and closed the distance between them, his lips crashing to hers. The second they touched, she knew that this would be unlike any experience she’d ever had. Gordon was undeniably sexy, and she was attracted to him more so than she’d ever been attracted to another man before, but that wasn’t what would make this so different.
It was him, and the way he made her feel. Every single caress, every soft move he made, sent a surge of lust crashing through her veins. He said he’d own her tonight, and he was right. He totally did.
Without breaking contact with her lips, he swung her into his arms and headed for the stairs. He tasted like red wine and pure man, and his cologne teased her senses as he climbed the stairs, his muscles flexing as he supported her as if she weighed no more than a feather. She dug her nails into his shoulder, moaning into his mouth.
He kicked his bedroom door open and stalked across the room with long strides. His tongue rolled over hers as he lowered her to the soft mattress. The satin comforter soft against her bare feet was a direct contrast to his hard body on top of hers. As soon as they hit the bed, his hands were on her. Roaming down her shoulders, skimming over her hip, then curling under her butt to haul her closer.
His fingers dug in so deep that it stung, but she didn’t care.
It felt good.
As his tongue rolled over hers, he rested his weight on his elbows and slid his hand inside the opening of her robe. His fingers brushed her knee, then crept inch by slow inch upward, toward her thigh. When he brushed against the line of her panties, he stopped. “So fucking sweet.”
She cried out and arched her hips, the burning need inside of her demanding he keep going. “More. Don’t stop.”
“Excuse me?” He curled his hand around her thigh, his fingers firmly yet gently holding her in place. “Are you commanding me to do something?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I am.”
He tsked. “That’s going to be a problem, Princess. I’m in charge
in this bed. Not you.”
“Seriously?” she asked breathlessly.
“I take this very seriously.” He snaked his hand up her thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing the bottom of her butt. He caressed her gently. Tenderly. “You talk back? You get punished. On your knees, Princess.”
She gasped, her heart clenching as tight as her core at his words. “What? Why?”
“I’m going to spank you,” he said, slapping the side of her ass gently. “Like this. And then I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll see stars. Now, on your knees.”
He was actually going to lay hands on her? Spank her like a dom or something? She’d heard about men like him, but in her life? They didn’t exist. They were characters in books that she snuck into her bedroom at night. But now he was here, with her, and he wanted to do these things to her?
Take her? Make her quiver?
Part of her was scared, but the other, louder, part wanted to do this with him. This and so much more. “Gordon…”
He ran his fingers over her butt. “I won’t actually hurt you, Isabelle. Nothing that happens here will cross the line. And if you want me to stop, I will. Right away. All you have to do is ask.” He caught her chin, his gaze latching with hers. “Trust me on this.”
She nodded once, shrugged out of his robe, took a deep breath…
And rolled over.
Chapter Five
Gordon sucked in a deep breath, holding it until his head swam. She wore nothing but a pair of sheer black panties that matched the bra she’d removed earlier. Her sweet ass waited for his “punishment”, and she was his. Abso-fucking-lutely his.
She squirmed, her ass wiggling impatiently. She wanted it. Wanted him. And he’d damn well give it to her.
“You’ve been a bad girl…” He trailed his fingers over the line of her panties, slipping his fingers underneath. “You know what happens to bad girls, right?”
She curled her hands into the mattress. “Show me,” she said, her voice breathless and almost lost in the silence of the room. “Show me what you do.”
He traced her curves and slapped her ass gently, testing out the waters. She cried out, her entire body trembling, and thrust her ass toward him again. “Again. Do it again.”
Damned if she didn’t want more, too. The woman was going to kill him. He raised his hand and slapped her again, a little harder this time, but still keeping his touch soft. “That wasn’t a proper request, Belle.”
She froze. “No one calls me that.”
“Yeah, well, I do.” He slipped his fingers between her legs, caressing her gently, before pulling away. “Belle.”
She whimpered and arched her back, pressing against him. “Gordon.”
He nibbled on her bare back, right below her neck. She tasted fabulous. “You’re so fucking hot right now, with your ass in the air. Waiting for my punishments. Begging for me to touch you. Fuck you. Claim you as mine.”
“Please,” she moaned. “I need…I need…”
He yanked her panties off, ripping them in the process. “You want this? More?”
“Yes, God, yes,” she cried out. “I need more.”
“Please,” he reminded her, trailing a finger down her bare back. “You have to say please.”
“Please,” she cried out.
He smacked her ass again, the sound of bare flesh hitting bare flesh ringing out in the room. Her cheeks pinked under his touch, making him harder than ever before, and she cried out in pleasure. “You like that, don’t you? You like being spanked.”
“Yes. God, yes.” She curled her fists around the comforter. “Fuck me.”
He traced a finger over her slit, grinning when she whimpered again. He’d never have guessed she would ever utter that word, let alone enjoy a good spanking when doled out. She was a pleasant surprise in every way. “You forgot the magic word.”
She stiffened. “I don’t beg for things I want.”
“Then you won’t get it.” He withdrew his touch, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “My way, or no way.”
“Damn you,” she snapped, her entire body humming with frustration. “Touch me.”
“No.” He skimmed his finger up her thigh, toward her wet pussy, but didn’t actually make contact. She would give in, but until then? She was getting nothing but teasing from him. “Ask me nicely.”
“Make me,” she said, her tone hard.
Game. Fucking. On.
He slapped her ass again and flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. She gasped and let her legs fall open, a clear invitation to do his worst. He would, but not until she fucking begged him first. Grabbing her wrists with his one hand, he kissed her hard, lowering his body over hers. He was fully clothed while she was naked.
Another power trip on his part.
It was all part of the game.
As he kissed her, his tongue grazing across hers slowly, he ran his hands down her curves. He’d easily put her at 32-25-34. Fucking hot as hell. Curling his hand under her ass, he arched her up against his still-clothed cock, moaning into her mouth when she brushed against him eagerly. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He needed to feel her tearing his flesh. He’d bet she drew blood when she came.
Ending the kiss, he hopped off the bed.
“Don’t fucking move,” he commanded, grabbing the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head. “Don’t even think about moving.”
Her eyes flashed a challenge at him, but she stayed still. “You’re bossy.”
“So are you,” he said, cocking a brow. Not dropping her gaze, he undid his pants. “But in the bedroom, I win. I always win.”
She snorted, but the heat in her eyes told him she wasn’t actually scoffing at his comment. It turned her on, knowing she couldn’t win this battle. She liked it, and they both knew it. “We’ll see about that.”
“Yes, we will.”
“Your tattoos…” She licked her lips, her gaze dipping south, then darting back to his. “Are they down there, too?”
“Yep.” He unzipped his fly. “You want to see?”
“Yes.”
He lowered his pants to his thighs. The tips of the black ink letters that said “No Surrender” on his left thigh were just visible. “Ask nicely.”
“Take your pants off for me now,” she said, smiling sweetly at him.
“What was that?” He lowered his pants a little more. His boxer briefs hugged his bulging cock, and she didn’t miss a beat. “I didn’t hear the magic word.”
“Damn you.” She bit down on her lower lip. “Please take your clothes off.”
His pants hit the floor, and he kicked them aside. “Gladly.”
“Boxers, too.” She squirmed, her eyes on his cock. “Please.”
“You’re getting good at this,” he said, grinning even wider and lowering his last article of clothing. Once he was naked, he stood there, letting her look her fill. “Now you just need to beg me to fuck you.”
She shook her head slowly. “I repeat: Make me.”
Laughing, he opened the drawer by the side of the bed, took a condom out, and rolled it on his cock. She watched him the whole time, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Once the safety aspect of what he was about to do was taken care of, he sat down beside her and ran his thumb over her lower lip, freeing it from her bite.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
A shaky breath escaped her. “No, you are. All those muscles. All this—” She lifted her hand, then froze halfway to his chest. “May I?”
Good. She’d remembered that he’d told her not to move. “Yes.”
“All this artwork…” she continued, tracing the lines of the skull on his chest. “It’s amazing.”
“Ink. It’s called ink.”
“Well, with all this ink?” She rested her hand on his abs. “You’re the one who’s beautiful.”
Something inside of him twisted hard. No one had ever called him beautiful before. Hot? Sexy? Fuckable? Sure. But neve
r beautiful.
He didn’t know how he felt about that, but he knew it made him feel things he’d never felt before. Unwelcome things. Forcing himself to stop thinking about feelings and all that shit, he laughed and shook his head. “You’re wrong, Princess.”
“No, I’m—”
He kissed her hard, cutting her off. She wanted to argue, that was fine. But he wouldn’t put up with it in bed, damn it. There were better things to do while naked in bed with a stunning woman, and it involved her crying his name out so loud the neighbors heard her—after she begged him. Her teeth already dug into his lip, but he pressed even closer.
She closed her hands over his shoulders, squeezing hard. Groaning, he positioned himself between her legs, letting the tip of his cock brush against her entrance, teasing but not giving her what she wanted. His hands closed over her tits, squeezing them in his palms. She fit perfectly.
Fucking A.
Scraping his palms across her hard nipples, he deepened the kiss and rolled his hips. Her nails dug into her own palms, and she closed her legs around his hips. “Oh my goodness,” she whimpered, kissing him again. “Oh my God.”
“Nope, it’s just me,” he murmured, kissing her neck, then her collarbone.
When his tongue flicked over her nipple, she arched her back and cried out. He sucked her in deep, not going easy on her, and her mouth fell open. “Gordon.”
He trailed his fingers lower as he worked over her nipple, his fingers dipping between her legs. She was so hot and wet. So fucking ready. It took all his restraint to hold himself back. To make her beg. But she would fucking beg.
“You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
She nodded frantically, her eyes drifting shut. “Y-Yes. Now.”
“Nope.” He nipped her hip, moving even lower. The scent of her arousal teased him. Mocked him. “Not yet.”
“Argh,” she ground out, her hips moving in a restless circle.
He kissed her inner thigh, lifting her legs so she was spread to him. Wide open and vulnerable. Her pink lips were glistening and wet. He ran his tongue slowly up her core, gently caressing the spot where she ached for him most. Her thighs trembled, and she tried to squeeze them on him, but he held her in place, right where he wanted her.
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