My back arches as the pleasure crawls through me. “oh Dean,” I cry out as I push myself over the edge, feeling my pleasure slide across my fingers.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” He’s standing in the doorway with a dirty smirk playing across his lips.
I scream at the sudden disturbance.
“What are you doing in here?” I jump up trying to reclaim some modesty but, lying naked on top of the covers, I quickly realise I’m not getting any modesty anytime soon.
“You watched me—I thought it only fair I return the favour.” His eyes wickedly gaze back at me.
I’m not sure what to say because he wasn’t wrong. I had been watching him, but he’d known I was watching him. I thought I was alone. How had he stayed quiet the entire time I’d been pleasing myself over him?
He’s walking towards me; my body trembles with excitement.
Climbing onto the bed, he’s now towering above me. I think my heart is about to stop.
He’s slow with his movements, and I just lay there and watch as his dark gaze crawls across every part of my body. “You’re not a good girl after all.” My eyes widen. “In fact…I retract my earlier statement.”
“What statement would that be?” I whisper.
“You’re not a good girl; in fact, you’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” I bite my lip. “Hmm, that—.” He points to my lips. “Makes me want to show you just how dark I can be.” His growl hits my core, sending shivers between my legs.
His hand grips my wrist, holding it in the air. I try to pull my hand back, but he overpowers me. “Be a good girl and stay still,” he whispers. I stop moving and do as I’m told.
His tongue slides up the fingers I’ve just fucked myself with, taking my fingers into the depths of his mouth he suckles, lacing his tongue across every drop of my pleasure that had dropped onto my fingers, a loud moan slides past my throat, “mmm, just delicious,” he smiles.
His head moves down until his mouth hits my ear. “I told you, Brooklyn, not to play with me.”
“But I didn’t—.” I try to protest.
“You want me?” I just nod my head. “Be careful what you wish for, little girl; this wolf plays…dirty.” As fast as he’s laid across me, he’s moved at lightning speed and he’s once again standing by my door.
“Goodnight, Brooklyn.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Walker.” His face screws up at the formality of his name once more, and right before he leaves, a dark look washes across his face. Laying my head back on the pillow, I stare up at the ceiling.
“What are you doing? You’re in way over your head?” I mutter to the room.
Tortured
For three days she’d avoided me, and I wasn’t sure why I even cared. I knew I’d crossed a line watching her fuck herself, but she’d started it.
Shit.
What was I saying? I’d started this the moment I’d seen her sinful body in the club. I wanted her. I knew who she was. I just wasn’t expecting her to look—like that.
I knew when I offered her that job that it was for selfish reasons. It was clear that she wanted me but she’d blocked every advance I’d made towards her; she’d crossed the line when she’d walked into my room, but it was a line I needed her to cross. I couldn’t erase her sinful body from my mind; every fucking curve was embedded into my brain. With Kate gone, I’d finally get the chance to be alone with her, except she’d avoided me. What I didn’t understand was why?
I’d left early this morning and just like the last three days she’d watched from the window, she didn’t know that I saw her do this daily ritual, she wouldn’t leave that room until I’d left, it was driving me crazy knowing she was only across the hall and yet she had hidden herself away from me.
I’d never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted her.
Maybe it was because I knew I shouldn’t want her, but oh-damn! I wanted her.
She sent electric currents rushing through my body. Even when I was near her, my body came alive.
I knew it was wrong, but it felt so fucking right.
“There you are.” The train wreck rushes into my office.
