Hunger flashed in Reagan’s dark eyes a moment before a hand fisted in Aria’s hair, tugging her head back with a bite of pain her body momentarily confused with pleasure. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Aria,” Reagan murmured. “My brother doesn’t share, and this little act you’re putting on is more likely to end with you sitting gingerly at dinner than getting whatever it is you’re after.”
“Who says I’m after something?”
“You’re right. My apologies for making assumptions.” The hand in her hair tightened, forcing her to bend back as Reagan dipped her head, her breath hot on Aria’s neck. “Maybe you just find me irresistible. Should I kiss you, then, and see if I can make you forget all about my brother?”
For the briefest of moments, she was tempted. She’d never been with a woman, but then again, she’d never really been with anyone but Killian. And fuck her if Reagan wasn’t every bit as potent as her brother.
“Well, isn’t this a cozy sight.”
At the sound of Killian’s voice, she tried to jerk away, but Reagan held her firmly in her grasp. “Evening, brother.”
“Reagan. I suggest you remove your hands from what’s mine before I remove them for you.”
Despite the danger vibrating in every syllable of her brother’s words, Reagan simply grinned. “Told you he wasn’t going to like this.”
Reagan released her and stepped back, her hands going up in the time-honored symbol of surrender. “She’s all yours, Kill.”
Taking Aria’s hand, Killian pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding tight no matter how she struggled to escape. “Let the others know we’ll be a little late to dinner.”
A knowing grin spread across Reagan’s face. “Take all the time you need.”
Before Aria could even form an argument, she was whisked away to Killian’s office. “What the fuck do you think you’re?—”
The rest of her question dissipated on a rush of air when he spun her, pressing her up against his office door, her hands pinned above her in one hand while his free fingers went to work on the button of her jeans.
“Was I at all un-fucking-clear this morning, Aria?”
Fear and need slammed into her, sending her heart pounding against her ribcage. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”
And then his fingers were inside her, spearing her and stretching her, pleasure she hadn’t been expecting flooding her system as he worked her furiously toward an orgasm. “When I told you that while you are under my roof your pleasure belongs to me and only me. Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough.”
The heel of his hand ground against her clit, shocking a cry from her. “Nobody, not even my sister, puts a fucking hand on you. And if I ever catch you flirting with someone else, I will make you watch while I break every bone in the hand that touched you before I take my belt to your ass. Am I making myself crystal-fucking-clear now, Aria Grace?”
Head spinning, she fought to think, to focus on the horrific picture he was painting rather than the pleasure he was forcing on her. “You can’t… I wasn’t…”
“You were, and I can. Because you belong to me, princess. Now be a good girl and tell me you understand.”
Good girl. Those words reached down inside her, awakening something in her that only he had ever roused before. But she couldn’t give him that. Couldn’t let him have that kind of control over her, not again. Not knowing everything she knew about what kind of man he was. “You don’t own me.”
“Oh, but I do. Say it, Aria. Say ‘Yes, Daddy’ and I’ll let you come. Otherwise you can sit through dinner with a wet, needy little pussy and I’ll send you to bed in the same state.”
“I can take care of my own orgasms.”
“Not if I cuff your wrists to the bed.”
All it took was one look in his eyes to know how absurdly serious he was. And yet, she still couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“Ah, my stubborn little princess,” he murmured against her lips. “Let me make you feel good. All I need is two little words. Is that really too much for you to give?”
It wasn’t just two words. What he wanted was an admission that she belonged to him, that he had the right to dictate what she did with her own body.
So even though she felt like she might actually die from the need welling inside her, she gathered what strength she had left and met his gaze. “Fuck you.”
She felt as much as heard his sigh before his fingers went still inside her. “Have it your way, then.”
Tears of frustration burned at the backs of her eyes as he pulled his hand away, lifting his fingers to his lips to suck her juices from his skin, all while maintaining that soul-shattering eye contact.
“We’ll revisit this conversation after dinner. And if you’re a good girl, you can be Daddy’s dessert.”
