“Thank you for arranging our rendezvous here.”
“That’s entirely thanks to Asher.” I nod at the man in question, who’s standing at the bottom of the staircase, arms crossed over his chest. Sergei appraises him with a searching gaze, then also walks over to him and makes introductions. He greets his legion with familiarity and even a hint of fondness.
“Right, then. Shall we find somewhere private to talk?”
Asher motions to the staircase. “Follow me.”
He takes us straight to the vault, where Sergei and his men take their time looking at the available weapons.
“I’ll compensate you for our use of them,” Sergei tells Asher. “Thank you for your help.”
“I only want one form of compensation,” Asher says seriously. “Allow me to join your mission. I want to kill as many of the wannabee gangster fuckers as I can, butespeciallyClyde. Leave him to me.”
Dorian opens his mouth to protest; I elbow him hard in the ribs. Clyde got the love of Asher’s life killed and severely abused his daughter. Aside from me, he’s the person who most deserves revenge.
“Igor?” Sergei prompts, glancing at the beastly man who opened the door for him.
Igor shrugs. “He's an ex-marine. Spec ops, by the looks of it. He’ll be useful.”
“Very well. Cross me and die screaming, help me and you’ll be rewarded handsomely,” Sergei tells Asher. “Now, gentlemen, I’m quitetired and my wife is waiting for my call. Why don’t we get our plans and contingencies settled, and then head to our respective hotels for the night?”
We talk with Sergei and his men for about two hours. My unease around him doesn’t go away, though I do relax when I confirm he has no ill will toward me. I think he might be a bit intrigued by me, but there’s no malice between us.
Dorian lets me drive back to the hotel—it’s nice to be behind the wheel again, and I enjoy the rural scenery. Seamus and Connor take the other car.
There’s a steakhouse just a few doors down from our hotel, so we go there for dinner, and then back to our room. Dorian wastes absolutely no time in hooking an arm around my waist, pulling me right into his chest, and kissing me. Deeply. Passionately. So thoroughly my toes curl in my shoes. I clutch his broad shoulder with one hand and curl my other arm around his neck. His hands drop to my ass, and he starts kneading the pliable flesh, groaning into my kiss. His groan is so goddamn sexy my nipples pebble in my bra and I press closer to him, desperate to feel him inside me.
“On the bed,” Dorian growls, pulling his mouth away from mine. “I’m going to tie you down, spread-eagle, and play with you. Work your body over until you’re begging. Then, I’m going to fuck you until we’re both screaming. Any objections?”
Feeling a flush course through my entire body, I shake my head. “We don’t exactly have any bondage gear.”
He smirks. “You brought some scarves. I have ties and belts. I’m sure we’ll manage.” He jerks his chin. “On the bed, Mira. Now.”
“You want me fully clothed?” I tease.
A few quick yanks free me from my clothes. Instead of letting me walk, Dorian picks me up and carries me to the bed, setting me on the center of it. “Stay.”
I frown playfully. “I’m not a dog.”
“No, but you are my good girl, so you’ll do what I tell you. Won’t you?”
His voice has deepened into a smoky, dominant, self-assured tone that melts me on the spot. “I’ll be your good girl.”
He ambles over to our suitcases that lie by the dresser. He retrieves two scarves, two ties, and two belts, then gets to work. The bed is four-poster, ideal for what he has in mind. My hands are tied to the top posters, my ankles to the bottom. By the time he’s done, I’m well and truly immobile. I test the bondage, jerking my limbs, feeling a thrill travel through me when there’s barely any give.
“Settle in,” Dorian murmurs, gazing at me with a mixture of reverence and dark obsession. “I’m taking my time tonight.”
He shucks his shirt, showcasing a mouthwatering set of abs and beautifully-honed chest, then climbs between my legs. He drags his fingertips up my thighs, making me shudder with anticipation.
“So beautifully responsive,” he murmurs, circling my belly button with his index finger. He leans over me and drags his tongue up my navel. He licks a path around my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth. A scrape of his teeth arches my back, and he sits back with a smirk. “Do you like being my little fuck-toy, Mira? My personal doll that I can use at my leisure?”
The words are degrading, but they set me onfire.I nod. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl. I can do anything to you right now. Leave you tied up until morning… spend all night fucking you… have you come until the sun is up.” An evil grin stretches his lips. “Or not let you come at all while I use you.”
I whimper as he drags three fingers up and down my slit. “Don’t be mean.”
“I’ll be as mean or nice as I want, and all you can do is take it.” He grins. “But I do like it when you beg, so feel free to.”
