Ransome’s kisses, for show or not, are the most passionate I’ve ever experienced. And then there’s the way he looks at me, like I belong to him. Like no one else is allowed to so much as think of me in that way. It’s territorial and possessive andhot.
Fuck, is it hot.
When we get to the penthouse, Ransome gets out of the car and rounds to my side. He’s going to walk me up the stairs and make sure I get in okay.
More like, he’s going to make sure my night ends here.He likes to know where I am and to keep me there, where I can’t do anything that might look bad. Where I can’t forget that, contractually, I belong to him, both on and off the clock.
But as he closes the car door behind me and we head to the sidewalk, he taps on the hood of the car…
And Ivan leaves.
I look back as the tail lights pull onto the main road. I look up at Ransome, who doesn’t meet my eyes. He just guides me up the stairs to the front door and punches in the code.
Meanwhile, my heart starts hammering wildly in my chest
Ivan left.
Ransome told him to leave.
His car isn’t here.
I snap out of it when I realize Ransome is holding the door open, waiting for me to come inside. It closes behind us, the only light in the room coming from the moon and the streetlights outside.
Without flipping the switch or waiting for me to take my shoes off or anything at all, he pulls me against him.
Our mouths crash together, and Ransome’s clasp on me hard.
As he devours me against the wall, I find myself thinking about how none of our kisses recently have felt staged. Driven, yes, but not by the people and opinions around us. Just by… us.
As the kiss goes deeper, it grows hungrier. He’s hunting for something more, and it’s definitely not for the benefit of anyone else. My thoughts solidify as my insides slowly liquefy from the heat of our kiss.
“You look so fucking good tonight,dorogoya,” he growls into my neck.
“Yeah?” I ask, my words all breath, because his lips have never done what they’re doing now.
“Yeah. And everybody else noticed it too.”
“Is that bad?” He continues to kiss my throat, nibbling and sucking and making me limp in his arms because holy fucking shit. This is happening. Ransome is in the penthouse with me and he’s not leaving. At least he hasn’t yet. And guessing by the way he sent Ivan away with the wheels, he has no plan to leave any time soon.
“Not at all.” He tips my chin up and back with his thumb so he can run his tongue along my jawbone. “As long as everyone knows who you belong to.”
Before I can ask what he means, Ransome’s teeth nip into my skin. I let out a yip, but he immediately starts kissing the spot where he just bit me, suckling my throat and making me moan.
Ransome carries me down the hall to his room and unzips my dress. He tugs it from my shoulders and it hits the floor in a puddle before his eyes darken on my bra and panties, which are also black.
The bra is a front clasp. Ransome presses his thumb and pointer finger to the latch between my breasts and it immediately pops open.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he rasps, and that’s all he says before his hands are on my waist. His mouth is on mine, his tongue running over my lip before he sucks on it hard enough to light a fire inside me.
I wrap myself around him and he picks me up again, tossing me on the bed.
Then he crawls on top of me, kissing down my neck, along my collarbone, over the swell of my breasts. He lifts his toned body from mine just enough to get a better view, then takes my breasts in his hands and kneads them with another growl. His thumbs find my nipples, playing and teasing, circling and flicking, making my back arch and my panties wet.
The man is a mind reader. He knows exactly what I like, exactly what I’m hoping he will do next, and exactly what I was just thinking.
He makes his way south, leaving a trail of sensitively teased skin as he goes, until he is eye-level with my hot, throbbing pussy.
“These are going to have to go,” he says, tucking his fingers inside my panties.
