“No fair,” I purred as I pushed the material past my hips. “I thought I was allowed to see the goods at the same time.”
My comment forced him to burst into laughter. “The goods, huh? Not yet. You should know by now life isn’t always fair.” He backed against the door, leaning against it and folding his arms. “Given I’m in control, you will do as I say. Let me hear you agree.”
“Fine.”
“You should know I need more than that.”
“Yes, sir.” I was almost spiteful, but it aroused him even more, his cock pressing hard against his trousers.
My heart was in my throat now that I was standing in only a bra and panties. He slowly shook his head, his breathing becoming more labored than before. “Turn around. Slowly.”
I felt as if I was being considered for purchase, the thought naughty and exciting. I turned around as slowly as he’d asked,even tossing my hair from one shoulder to the other. When I spun around, I could tell I had his rapt attention.
There was something so pleasing about the way his chest rose and fell and the fact his eyes were now hooded as he watched me. I faced him again while reaching behind me, slowly unfastening my bra. I was no longer shaking, now swaying my hips in time to the music I could still hear through the walls.
He lifted his head slightly, studying me intently I could feel another wave of heat blistering my face.
As I rolled one strap down then the other, allowing the lace to fall slightly, I pressed both arms over my breasts and turned away from him again. Now I took a deep breath. His growl fueled the bad girl and with one hand, I threw my bra out to the side, waiting for a few seconds before allowing it to drop.
I tossed my head over my shoulder, winking at him.
He shook his head as if admonishing me, but I could still see the way his upper lip curled. His eyes were also glassy, but I knew instinctively his patience was waning.
With two fingers under the elastic of my thong, I swayed my hips once again and forced the lace to my thighs. When I bent over, I immediately jerked up, laughing. The sound indicated my nervousness, which caused him to smile.
“Be careful tempting a beast, Wildcat. You have no idea when or how he’ll strike.”
I finally stepped out of the lace, kicking my thong aside and stretching my arms over my head.
Every sound he made was guttural, as if an animal had taken his place.
A predatory animal.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
“No.”
“You might regret that. One more time. Turn around.”
I reminded myself this was nothing but one time, a game of control and passion.
Dark passion.
So I did as he asked knowing once I did, I’d just done as he’d asked.
Surrendering all of me.
CHAPTER 8
Christian
Perhaps I’d become thoroughly jaded when it came to women. Perhaps Vanessa had been correct that I was so arrogant and had been blinded by power enough that I couldn’t understand women and their needs. However, seeing her standing completely naked in front of me altered my thinking and my psyche.
She was fucking gorgeous. The moment she exposed the sweet curves I’d envisioned the entire time while eating lunch, my chest tightened. Hell, my balls tightened as the desire turned into something maddening. And very dark, possibly sadistic. I wanted to consume every inch of her and in truth, I would. Even if she hadn’t agreed, I had my doubts that I could have stopped my actions.
She’d been far too tempting with her caustic mouth and an arrogance of her own. Her defenses had been strong, but I’d seen right through them to everything she craved.
She was made for pure sin and submission and I was just the man she needed.
