Page 20 of Brutal Heir

“Not one word.” I placed a hand between her shoulder blades as I edged her forward.

While I didn’t give a damn about people overhearing my altercation with Édouard, the same did not apply to Sabrina.

This wasn’t just about control. This was about ownership and letting her know I was in charge now.

The crowd parted as I searched for a room away from prying eyes.

Spotting an open doorway, I pushed her over the threshold into some makeshift photography suite. I recognized the setup from the Instagram photos.

This was Sabrina’s workspace.

Pressing her back against the wall, I placed my forearm over her head. “You want to explain to me what the fuck happened to the rest of your clothes? Did that prick out there⁠—”

“No.” She splayed her hand over her chest to cover her exposed cleavage. “No one made me change. The rain completely ruined the lace on my shirt. And frankly, I don't understand why this is any of your business."

I was both the answer she didn’t know she needed and the danger she wasn’t aware awaited her.

I grasped one long silky curl, resisting the urge to wrap it around my fist.

I stroked the full length before giving it a quick tug. “You will. In time.”

If I didn’t have a long game, I’d be spinning her around, ripping down those tight leather leggings, and pounding my cock into her from behind so fiercely she’d cry for mercy as she clawed at the wall.

But there was more on the line than my own sexual satisfaction.

Although, if I didn’t get her tits covered soon, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.

I cupped her jaw and tilted her head back, rubbing my thumb over her lower lip.

Keeping my tone deceptively quiet, I said, “Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to find you something more appropriate to wear, and then you are going to join me in the audience for the show.”

Her mouth opened on a gasp.

It was all I could do not to push my thumb inside and demand she suck it.

The need to feel her cute tongue swiping against my skin almost rose to the level of pain.

She grasped my wrist and tried to remove my hold on her face.

I didn’t let her.

With a furrowed brow, she gave up and let out a frustrated sigh. “I couldn’t possibly do that. I have a job to do during the show. At least I used to, until you came barging in. Do you have any idea how important this gig is to my career?”

I chuckled. She was adorable. “You don’t honestly think I would let you continue working for that piece of shit, do you?”

Her eyebrows rose. “Let me?”

Fuck. I was getting ahead of myself. She didn’t realize she was mine now.

I shifted my hand to hold the back of her neck as I pulled her body flush against mine. “Yes. Let you.”

I crashed my mouth down on hers.

A groan clawed its way up my throat as I swept my tongue past her lips, claiming more than just the kiss.

She shoved against my chest, her nails biting through fabric, her resistance sharp, but not sharp enough to stop me.

I drove her back until her spine met the wall with a thud, my body crowding hers, my cock grinding against her belly with ruthless intent.