“Honestly?”
“Nothing else would do.”His face seemed crafted from granite as he watched her intently, which spiked her lust even more.
“She’s about as genuine as a one-hundred-dollar bill wrapped in designer knockoffs.”Xia’s mouth ran ahead while her brain was still putting up, ‘proceed with caution’ signs.“Sure, she submits beautifully, but I’m pretty sure she’s already planning which wing of your mansion to redecorate.Plus, she’s giving me serious, I boil bunnies in my spare time, vibes right now.”
The corner of his mouth twitched.“Continue.”
“Look, if you’re into high-maintenance drama queens who probably have your wedding planned down to the color-coded spreadsheets, go for it.But personally?I’d rather suggest you date a piranha.At least they’re honest about their intentions.”
A genuine laugh rumbled from his chest.“Good.We’re in agreement.”
Xia frowned at him.“Why ask me if you already decided?”
His eyes darkened.“Because I’m left with a conundrum.I’m afraid you’re going to need to step up and fulfill your role.My cock is as hard as a rock, and I need to fuck.”
Xia almost choked on the gasp that she forced back.“I told you I’m not going to be a substitute for someone else awakening your lust.”Her voice came out steadier than she felt.
“You’re wrong.It’s not Petals who aroused me.”His eyes bored into hers with an intensity that took her breath away.“It was you.”
“Me?”Color bloomed across her cheeks like wildfire.“I...what...but...”
“Don’t you think I didn’t sense every reaction from you with every stroke or touch I made against her skin?Do you honestly think I can’t smell your delicate and musky arousal as we speak?”
“I...that’s...you can’t just...”Words apparently decided to take an impromptu vacation, leaving her brain scrambling for coherent thoughts.“I mean...that’s not...I was just...”
“Watching.Wanting.Wondering what each touch would feel like on your skin instead of hers.”He leaned closer, his breath ghosting across her ear.“You didn’t even realize I was watching you all the time as well.Your pupils dilated with every stroke.Your breath hitched with every moan.You were practically squirming against that wall.”
“I was not sq-squirming!”She managed to squeak out, betrayed by her stuttering tongue.“I was...conducting a very professional evaluation!”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?”His smile was pure sin.“Be ready, Angel.Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you realize it’s you I lust for before we fuck.”
He turned and walked back to Petals, smoothly transferring her care to the waiting empath Dom.Xia stood frozen, her brain still short-circuiting on his, “Be ready.”
“Shit, holy shit, holy shit, shit.”
Xia
Her heart was doingthe cha-cha against her ribs as she followed Rex down the corridor to his private suite.Each squeak of her boots on the floor felt like a countdown, except she didn’t know if it was because she was terrified or excited.This was the last thing she expected to happen tonight, no matter how much she wanted Rex.
Spitting bear balls, a woman needs some warning...time to prepare.
Her inner submissive was already doing stretches and warming up, while her logical brain was still stuck on ‘be ready’ like a broken record.
The suite, when he opened the door, was pure Rex, minimalist luxury with an edge of danger.The implements displayed on shelves behind smoked glass probably cost more than her annual salary, and the massive four-poster bed...well, her imagination was already writing checks her experience might not be able to cash.
“Having second thoughts, Angel?”His voice had dropped into that commanding register that unwittingly cajoled her inner submissive to want to roll over and beg.
“I didn’t realize I had a choice, but no, I’m not, although I’m having about fifty-seven thoughts simultaneously, none of them are particularly coherent.”The words tumbled out before her filter could catch them.“Also, did anyone ever tell you that your bed looks like it could host a small circus?”
His laugh was as rich as it was dark, like expensive chocolate laced with sin.“Interesting observation.Care to audition as the main act?”
“That was terrible,” she groaned, even as heat pooled low in her belly.“Do billionaire Doms take classes in cheesy one-liners, or does it come naturally with the territory?”
“Sass all you want, Angel.”He moved closer, and suddenly, the room seemed much smaller.“But we both know what you really want to do with that smart mouth of yours.”
Her body temperature shot up about twenty degrees.How did he manage to make even cheesy dialogue sound like audio porn?
“Now,” he continued, circling her slowly, “should we discuss how wet you got watching me scene?How your breath caught with every stroke?Or should we skip straight to finding out if you’re as responsive under my hands as you were to watching them?”
