“Answer me.”
“No, no, sir. No one has ever touched me...there.”
“Good.” I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back until she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. Her gray eyes looked almost silver in the low light that caught her tears. They seemed to reflect it in the same way the necklace did.
Her lips were dark red; her breasts shook with every deep breath she took in an attempt to regain her composure.
She was chaos. She tempted me away from controlled order.Maya soloveykahad a power over me. I wanted to lose myself, to let go of my discipline and give in to her soft body, to spend all of my time finding new ways to make her come.
If I were a lesser man, I’d give it to her, but unfortunately for her, my composed discipline was forged in the fire that was my family name.
I cupped her jaw with one hand, running my thumb over her lips and then pressing it inside her mouth, letting her suck on it. Her mouth was hot and velvety, and she took it so fucking perfectly.
“Do you want to be my good girl?”
She nodded, her eyes still glassy as they stared up at me.
I gripped her jaw harder, pinching her tongue down as I pulled her to her feet. “Then get dressed. Or I will drag you to that gala naked by your fucking hair.”
CHAPTER 18
ANNA
If my life got any more fucked up, I was going to have to keep track of it on Post-it notes.
Of course, I wouldn't be able to find my Post-it notes, because they were all put somewhere by the over-controlling mafia boss who somehow thought he had the right to clean my fucking apartment.
The bathroom door opened behind me, steam rolling out like a warning.
"You're still standing there in a towel." Darius's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "We leave in twenty minutes."
I spun around, clutching the towel tighter. He was already half-dressed in tuxedo pants and a crisp black shirt, unfastened at the collar. The sight of him shouldn't have quickened my pulse, but it did.
"Maybe I'm not going."
"You are." He crossed the room in three strides, picking up the garment bag draped across my bed. "And you'll wear this."
"I don't take orders from?—"
His hand wrapped around my wrist, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind me exactly who was in control. "Yes, you do. Now get dressed."
Heat flooded my core even as anger flared in my chest. I yanked my wrist free. "Get out."
"Ten minutes." He didn't move. "Or I dress you myself."
We stared at each other, the air between us crackling with tension. Finally, he turned and walked out, closing the door with deliberate softness that felt more threatening than a slam.
Arrogant asshole.
I unzipped the bag with shaking hands. The dress inside was stunning—a black floor-length gown with a slit that would show far too much leg. Of course he'd chosen something like this. Of course it would be perfect.
I had just pulled it on when he walked back in without knocking.
"I said?—"
"Zipper," he said simply, already moving behind me.
His fingers brushed my spine as he drew the zipper up slowly, deliberately.
