“Get undressed.”
She bites her lip and shakes her head, looking sexy, contrite, and defiant all at once. It makes her seem more like herself, and my body turns in her direction, as though she’s music I need to hear.
I give her a stern look. “Off.”
“I’ll be cold.”
Not when I turn up the heat on your ass, I think. On some level, she wants this as much as I do. I’ve had all day to think about why she took the money and the gun. It was to ensure I’d chase her. Whether she’s conscious of it or not, she doesn’t want to escape our situation.
“I thought I put it all back,” she says. “If not, I will.”
Not the point.
Folding my arms across my chest, I give her a hard stare. “Is that the best you can do? How about an explanation? And an apology?”
Licking her lips, she shakes her head, her expression darkening. “No.” For her next words, her voice is low. “Just no.”
“A little remorse could convince me to go easy on you.”
Arya pushes her pants down over her hips and shimmies out of them. From the waist down, she’s got nothing protecting her except a thin white thong.
So, she’s not looking for a conversation. At least not yet. That’s fine with me. Eventually, I’ll force her to talk. She can’t run wild in Boston with an armed weapon. I followed her progress today on Eden’s photo-gram. Arya broke the law at least six times by carrying the gun into places that prohibit it. And by carrying a weapon she doesn’t have a license for. She’s out of control. She also ignored my phone calls, which pissed me off even more.
I stalk over and relieve her of her top, revealing a white lace bra that barely contains her beautiful breasts. The swell of flesh rises above the cups as she breathes. Reaching back, I unhook the clasps. Gooseflesh ripples across her arms.
Tugging the straps, I get rid of the bra. Her breasts sway, and the nipple ornaments glitter. She’s switched the jewelry. Now she’s got a curved half moon under each bar and there’s a jewel encrusted “A” on the left and a jewel-encrusted “P” on the right. Her initials placed so I can read them. My cock hardens to lead.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I haul her over my lap. Her gasp whets my appetite even more.
“Viking—”
“No, you missed your chance. Save the conversation for after.”
She squirms, rubbing her belly against my cock. Even the thick denim doesn’t provide enough of a barrier when this beautiful, mostly naked woman is stretched across my lap.
“Gorgeous ass,” I say, squeezing the lushest part in my hand.
My hand slaps her ass lightly to warm her up. At first, she’s still and accepting, but she quickly turns restless. I swat her harder, which treats me to a sharp intake of breath. Her body stills again, waiting. She wants it harder.
Good.
Increasing the force of the next few swats causes a deepening red to emerge. The color of her skin makes my mouth water. I lay more punishment down until she starts to clench.
“Oh, my God,” she groans.
“Spread your legs.”
Her knees ease apart, though not as widely as I want. Pushing my hand between her thighs, I finger the silky fabric that’s hot and damp. Her hips circle, revealing how much she’d like my fingers inside her.
Not yet. She took money and a gun without asking.
My ring finger sweeps the fabric aside, and silky moisture greets my questing digits. Anointing my fingers with the dew coating her lower lips, I slide the tips up to rub her clit.
“Oh, God. Please,” she rasps.
My heart thumps harder as she circles her hips and arches her back. She’s so fit that the round ball of her ass is high and tight. Darkening desire grips me. I want to suck on her flesh and lick her holes until she’s frantic.
“Your fingers… more.” The sultry voice is exquisite. “Please.”
