I am not a slave to my feelings.
Slowly, I take a few steps back and let my eyes sweep over her.
“Take your clothes off,” I order.
London’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t react.
Then her fingers move to the button of her jeans. She leaves them in a heap on the floor and steps out of them, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. Her eyes stay on my face as she unbuttons her blouse and lets it fall next to the jeans on the floor. When her fingers hover over her bra, I nod brusquely, and she unhooks it.
Her breasts spill forward, and the blood pounds in my ears.
London hooks a thumb through her panties and pulls them down.
When she’s done, she straightens her back and lets her arms fall to her sides as I drink her in.
Inch by glorious inch until my eyes move back up to her face.
Even the sight of her body, normally enough to drive every rational thought out the window, isn’t enough right now.
I still want to hunt Noah down.
I still want to make him pay for not leaving well enough alone.
It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to drag him back here and make him watch us.
Suddenly, all I can see is Noah hovering over London in her father’s diner, his fingers gliding over her body. I blink, and I can see the gleam in her eyes as Noah peels her clothes off and lays her out on the counter. My heart is still hammering as I clench my hands into fists and remind myself to get a grip.
No one, least of all a pathetic coward like Noah, can make me lose control.
“I didn’t know he was going to be at the club.” London’s quiet voice slices through the silence. “Katia told me you wanted us out of the house for a few hours.”
“I did.”
London clears her throat and shifts from one foot to the other. “Okay, so logically, how could I have planned something when I didn’t even know we needed to leave the house?”
“Fuck your logic.”
London’s eyes flash. “Well, you can’t be pissed at me. I tried to get him to leave—”
I bridge the distance between us, and the rest of the sentence dies on her lips. “You need to learn when to shut up.”
London snaps her mouth shut and stares at me.
“Bend over the desk,” I say into her ear. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
After a brief hesitation, London braces her arms on either side of the desk and turns, so her ass is in the air. I wrench the nearest drawer open and pull out a whip. Then, I run my fingers along the tip and roll my shoulders. It makes a loud cracking sound as it collides with her bare skin.
She brought this on herself. She knows who you are, and you’ve made it clear how you feel about Noah.
“I will notbe made a fool of,” I say into the back of her neck. I wind my fingers through her hair and tug. “Not in my club or anywhere else.”
London’s breath hitches in her throat.
“You are mine, and you would do well to remember that.” My hand connects with her bare behind. London jerks against me, but I tighten my grip on her hair so she can’t move. Then, I press myself against her back and exhale.
Abruptly, I spin her around, so she’s facing me.
London’s face gives nothing away as I cup her face in my hands and release the back of her neck.
