Hearing her moans.
Watching the light in her eyes.
Feeling her nails clawing my skin.
And the soft brush of her lips.
Now I just needed them wrapped around my cock. Every morning. Every night. My smile grew.
“I assure you that I won’t force you to do anything, Vanessa.”
“Really?”
“I might be many things, but I’m not a monster.” After leaving the nearly full mug of coffee on the counter, I headed for the door, taking my time to turn around to face her.
Delighted she was still watching me.
“The reason why is that I won’t need to force you. Soon, you’ll beg me to fuck you. Over and over again.”
There’d always been something satisfying about putting a competitor in his or her place. I’d often found joy in doing so, savoring the light of defeat reflected in their eyes. Yet even though what we were doing was a risky game, an adventure that could turn costly, I felt no sense of satisfaction.
The thought annoyed the hell out of me.
I was still jerking my phone from my pocket as I headed to my home office. Why was I fuming when I should be celebrating a huge accomplishment? Because of the way her eyes had penetrated mine. Not with submission, but with fury and guarded anticipation of whatever plan she’d concocted.
A part of me couldn’t wait to discover what she’d thought up.
I dialed Michael’s number as I paced the floor, glancing out the window for no other reason than boredom and unrequited need.
“How’s the happy couple?” he asked as soon as he answered the call.
“Tumultuous at best.” His laugh was just something else to infuriate me. “Where are we at with hiring a decent attorney for Donovan Blair?”
“You’ll be happy. I managed to pull some strings, but you owe me,” he stated as if it were such a hardship. I knew better. The man knew everyone in town, and was not immune to using acts of blackmail if necessary.
And?”
“The court date is set for tomorrow morning, but you better have a facility secured or the judge won’t be lenient. It’s an election year, remember.”
“How could I fucking forget? She made a selection. Rosewood.”
“Whoa, brother. Expensive. Private. Impossible to get into since it’s the premier choice of every celebrity and politician in the world.”
At least it was a moment I could gloat. “I have a few connections myself.”
“Good for you,” Michael chortled. “Just keep in mind, the love of your life will need to escort Mr. Blair directly from the courthouse to the facility. No exceptions.”
“Great. I can make that happen.”
“Are you going to be her knight in shining armor?”
“Very funny. If I was encased in armor, she’d enjoy dropping me in quicksand, watching me drown with a smile on her face.”
“Vanessa is a tough girl. Just what you need.”
“Just send me the information about tomorrow’s court proceedings. I don’t have time to fuck around or play games.”
Michael snorted. “I thought you loved playing games. The more ruthless, the better.”
