She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You're impossible, you know that? Most guys ask a girl what she likes. They don't go rifling through her closet like a creeper."
I grin, my hands sliding down to grab her ass. "Ah, but I'm not most guys, now am I? And trust me, baby, by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll be thanking your lucky stars that I'm so thorough."
Dani looks up at me, her hazel-gold eyes blazing with exasperation and heat. "You're lucky you're so damn hot, you know that? Otherwise, I might punish you for being such a creep."
"Punish me?Fuck, baby, that sounds like a challenge."
Her eyes narrow, that sassy little smirk playing on her lips. "Oh no, we arenotgoing down that road, Rhyland. This is supposed to be my date night. A nice,normal date that Iwonfair and square."
"Mmhmm," I hum, not even trying to hide my amusement. Whether she realizes it or not, she's already thrown down the gauntlet.
"You know what?Fine.You want to play? We can play," she huffs, her chin tilting up defiantly. "But don't come crying to me when you can't handle what I dish out, you, Exasperating Eon-walker."
I lean in close, my voice a low growl. "Oh, I can handle anything you throw at me, Angel. The question is, can you?"
She pushes at my chest, but I can see the way her pupils dilate, the way her breath catches. "Now, if you'll excuse me, you brute, I need to put on this beautiful dress so you can take me out like a gentleman."
I let her shove me towards the door, not even trying to hide my shit-eating grin. "Whatever you say, Angel. Just remember you started this little game. Don't be surprised when I finish it." I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Do not take that out. Understand?"
She starts to roll her eyes, but I yank her attention back to me. "Don't," I growl, my tone leaving no room for argument. "And don't roll those gorgeous eyes at me."
She takes a shaky breath, her pupils dilating as she nods.
As I close the door behind me, I hear her mutter, "Fucking arrogant Viking." But there's no real bite to it, just a promise of the fun we're about to have.
Oh, this night just got a hell of a lot more interesting. My feisty little vixen thinks she can challenge me? Fuck, I'm gonna enjoy putting her in her place over and over again.
Let the games begin, Angel. You have no idea what you're in for.
Danica
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Islip into the frontseat of the Bentley Continental GT, the luxurious leather cradling my body like a lover's embrace. Rhyland, looking like a goddamn snack in his tuxedo, saunters over to the driver's side and slides in, the picture of masculine grace.
As he fires up the car, the engine purring to life like a satisfied jungle cat, I shift in my seat, acutely aware of the foreign object nestled between my thighs. Oh, I know damn well what he's inserted inside me—another vibrator—silicone, egg-shaped, and currently pressing against all the right spots.
It's not uncomfortable, per se, but it's... different. A constant reminder of the delicious torture Rhyland has in store for me tonight.
As we pull away from the mansion, the city lights blurring past the windows, Rhyland glances over at me, his face barely illuminated by the soft glow of the dash lights. Even in the dim light, I can see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire that simmers just beneath the surface.
"You look gorgeous, baby," his voice like velvet over gravel.
I preen under his praise, a flush of heat spreading across my skin. It's not just the words, but the way he says them—like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen—like he can't quite believe I'm real.
And let's be honest, who can blame him? I'm a fucking vision in this dress, the fabric clinging to my curves like a lover's caress, the neckline plunging dangerously low, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the goods.
But it's more than just the dress. It's the way I feel in it—powerful, sexy, untouchable. I could walk into any room, own it, and bring kings to their knees with a smile.
"Thank you. You have good taste," I say with a smirk, trying to play it cool even as my heart races at the sightof him.
Rhyland nods, grabbing his phone from his pocket and pulling up an app, but then he gives me this look—you know, the one that promises all sorts of delicious trouble. It's the naughty look he gets when he's about to play, and sure as shit, that little toy inside me starts softly buzzing, making me jerk in my seat like I've been electrocuted.
"How's that feel?" he asks, his voice all low and growly, like a predator stalking its prey.
Holy shit.
I can't let him do this to me before our damn date! I'll be a wet fucking mess before we even sit down for dinner at this rate. "Rhyland... S-stop," I plead, even as the vibrator works its magic on my inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
