I smiled at the nasty look he gave me, like he wasn’t too happy with me, but he hadn’t walked out yet, so that was a positive. “Back to when you called me hot.”
His cheeks bloomed a deep red and he ducked his head, running his hand over his hair. Now that I was closer, it looked like it’d been straightened. A few stray, rebel curls coiled at the sides of his head, and I didn’t miss the way he patted them down, trying to make them sit against the rest of the red strands. “You are. Hot, I mean.” He sent me a narrowed look. “Why did you buy me anyway? There were better guys there. I saw one I swear had an eight pack. You could have washed your clothes on those abs.”
I raised my brows. “Why would I want a guy like that? I prefer softer men, the kind I can cuddle. Smaller than me.” I took a chance and reached forward to cup his cheek, and he let me, not fighting against my touch. My palm was so big it nearly enveloped the entire left side of his face, and the heat radiated off his skin to my hand.
He closed his eyes and swallowed, the lump in his throat bobbing. When he looked at me again, his pupils had dilated and widened, and there was something hungry in the way he stared. But he was a rabbit, scared and small, and I didn’t want to chase him off. I needed to move slowly, gently prod him into a sense of security before I attacked and made him mine.
“You’re so beautiful. Soon as I saw you in that brochure, I knew I wanted you. Those other men had nothing on you,” I whispered, smiling without showing my teeth like I might have usually done. “I won’t hurt you.”
Yet.
“Thank you,” he mumbled awkwardly, wincing in embarrassment. “Um. Thanks. I mean, that’s nice of you.”
I laughed. He was perfect and didn’t even know it. “You’re welcome.”
Mark cleared his throat and nodded. “So now you know how I ended up at the Courtesan.”
“I do. I guess it’s my turn, right?” I leaned in closer, and if he noticed, he didn’t say anything. He was so tightly strung I was surprised he hadn’t snapped. “I know Madam Winters.”
“Oh.” He pursed his lips, jaw tightening.
“She means well. Most of the time.” Though I wasn’t sure if I really believed that anymore. After tonight, I felt like a real asshole. I’d chased Mark down, and while I’d never apologize for my kink, I didn’t drag in people who had no interest in it. Tickling my fingers down his neck, I smiled when he shivered. “I’m glad I met you, though, Mark.”
His blush extended down his clean-shaven throat and into his tank top. “Yeah, it was nice meeting you, too. I still don’t agree with what she did.”
“Me either.” I glided down farther, testing his limits, and when I had my palm cupping his hip and he didn’t pull away from my touch, I took a chance. I leaned forward to kiss him, and he allowed me, even going so far as to kiss back, his eyes slipping closed. He was a timid man behind that fiery exterior, shy and nervous, and it was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to eat him up.
“Would you like to have sex with me tonight, Mark?” I asked unashamedly. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I saw your photo. Imagining how tight you will be as I shove my dick into your little asshole.”
His wet mouth parted, and I couldn’t look away from his tongue, which peeked out from between his teeth. After a long moment that really couldn’t have been more than ten seconds, he nodded and raised his chin, as though searching for some semblance of confidence inside himself. “I will allow it, but it’snotbecause you bought me. It’s because I want to have sex with you. It’smychoice.”
“I can respect that. Prefer it, actually. I don’t have sex with men who have no interest in me.” I gripped his hip and dragged him closer until he was practically sitting on my lap, his legs hooked over mine. The flush had spread across his face, all the way up to the tips of his nicely rounded ears, and downward to his chest. There was still a fire in his eyes, daring me to show him a good time, which is exactly what I was going to do.
I lifted him with ease, standing from the couch, and smiled when he gasped, holding onto me as though he was afraid I’d drop him. It took little effort to carry him up the U-shaped stairs and down the small hallway on the second floor to my bedroom, but I held him close to me until I could throw him on the bed. He bounced on the California king and glanced around.
There was nothing special about the room to the untrained eye—it was an ordinary masculine area, designed with blacks and reds. Two wide, arched windows with deep red curtains broke up the left-hand wall. The bed was in the middle and had thick dark wooden posts and a headboard, and there was a tall closet to the left of it. Beside the closet was another door, which looked like it led to a bathroom, but I had my own special room my little girls were never meant to see, so I kept it locked at all times.
Mark wasn’t going to see my den—at least not yet. If he came back and wanted more, then I’d show him around. I’d goeasyon him tonight.
He stared up at me with wide eyes, the hazel irises glinting with desire, which had my dick nudging awake, even though I’d come not even an hour ago. I liked to think I still had it in my forties. I looked at him and made a production of licking my bottom lip slowly, gaze dipping down to his clingy shorts where it wasn’t hard to miss the weapon he was carrying. He had to be only half hard, but for a smaller guy than me, I was impressed.
“How about we get naked?” I murmured, tugging at the annoying tie around my throat. I hated being collared like this, but now that I had my prey, I could release the chains that held me, which in this case was this suit. After sliding the tie over my head, I slipped off the jacket and threw it across the room.
Mark watched, his eyes eating me up hungrily as I took my time unbuttoning my dress shirt. With every button that popped, his gaze grew more desperate, and I fucking loved seeing his descent into passion. When the shirt came off, I didn’t miss the quiet whimper that escaped from between those pretty lips.
He frowned like he couldn’t believe that sound actually came from him. I would have laughed if I wasn’t so turned on. My dick throbbed where it was trapped in my underwear and pants, and all I wanted to do was get naked and fuck him into oblivion. I wanted to see that blush over his entire body.
I stepped toward him and pressed my knee into the bed, leaning closer to stick my tongue out and lick across his cheek. He stilled, inhaling sharply. Perfect little rabbit. “I’m going to eat you up,” I growled low in my throat.
He laughed nervously and glanced at me, but I seized his lips with mine, devouring him. He moaned into my mouth and grabbed my shoulders, fingernails biting into my skin. When I was done with him, I pulled back and smirked.
“Are you going to run, little rabbit?”
He shook his head, and that look returned in his eyes, challenging me to win him. “You don’t scare me.”
It was funny how easily he slipped into primal mode without even realizing it. He probably had no idea the effect his words had on me, but my dick’s throbbing nearly became unbearable with four little words. Mark was going to ruin me, and we hadn’t even started.
I grabbed his tank top, thin and barely there, and yanked at the fabric. The sound of ripping material filled the room, and he gasped as his shredded clothing fell on the bed around his waist. “I hope you didn’t like that.”
