ing monster with a penchant for ruining everything he touched. Would he know who she was? Would he be pissed or f*ck
ing excited? The damn bastard was likely to blow it all up in my face. I wasn’t ready to face that yet. I didn’t think about that when I brought her here. I just wanted to show her off. Show her to the world. I wanted to trot her out like she was my latest prize, but I didn’t think about the consequences.
f*ck
. I needed to make a decision.
“Wanna blow this joint?” I asked, as I looked around. “I am getting really f*ck
ing bored.”
She hesitated, her lips slightly open, that cute little pout on it. It was her default face when she was thinking.
“Come on, I’ll take you someplace better than this. I know you want to be alone with me. I know that if I felt you right now you’d be soaking wet. Look into my eyes and tell me that isn’t the truth.” I grinned. I had her, and I knew it. The blush that was rising in her cheeks told me everything I needed to know.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” she asked, her eyes challenging me. f*ck
, those eyes just about tore me in two. If I my cock wasn’t rock solid before, it was now. When she looked at me, it made me crazy.
It didn’t take long for the valet to bring my car around. I never let a driver take me to these kinds of places. I wanted to be able to leave when I wanted to, not when someone else dictated it. No, I needed to be in control. Always in control.
But this f*ck
ing women stole that from me.
I gripped the leather of the steering wheel and then glanced over at her, watching as she sunk into the fabric. I could tell she enjoyed the feel of it. I watched as she ran her fingers over the stitching, her body instantly relaxed as she leaned back.
“Spread your legs for me,” I commanded as I looked back at the road, then down at her. I needed to touch her. To feel her. To know.
“What?” she asked, her eyes wide as she considered what I was saying.
“I don’t think I stuttered. Pull up that skirt and spread those delicious legs.” I reached over and gripped her thigh, “I need to know.”
She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs just like I told her to, never looking away from me. Not once. I had to focus on driving, so I couldn’t see the details of her face as I tried to look at her from my periphery. Instead, I relied on my sense of touch as I slid my hand up her thigh and moved her panties to the side just so that I could dip my fingers into her. As soon as I touched her they were coated in the warm, sweet juices of her p*ssy
. I didn’t need to see the look on her face to know what it was; I could tell by the way she slammed herself into my passenger seat.
She wanted to be touched just as much as wanted to feel her. So I grinned with a wickedness as I ran my fingers along her slit then pulled them away. “I just wanted a little taste.” I sucked the juices off of my fingers then gripped the steering wheel with both hands.
I was in control, not her, and I wasn’t going to let anything take that control away. I needed to maintain my presence as the leader that I was, and there was no way a woman like Joanna was going to bring me to my knees.
At least that was what I told myself.
Chapter Six
Joanna
“Where are we?” I asked as I walked into the condo and looked out over the stunning view of the harbor.
“My place,” He said, his voice husky as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and planted a kiss on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine and I squirmed. My panties were already soaked through, and he was just torturing me.
“You don’t stay in the hotel?” Somehow I thought where we had sex the last time was his place.
“What? No.” He kissed my neck again. “That suite is just where we play poker, silly girl. This is all mine.”
It was gorgeous. Pristine and beautiful and everything that reminded me of exactly who he was. The rich son of a rich son of a bitch who made people suffer for a living. It sent cold chills down my spine.
“What else is all yours?” Why in the hell did I keep opening my mouth? Dear lord it was going to be the death of me.
“Hopefully you. At least tonight.” There it was the answer I was looking for. The one that made my nipples harden with anticipation against the cloth of my dress. The fabric suddenly felt tight, too tight. Like I was going to suffocate under the heat of it. I was trapped in it, and I wanted to be free.
“Greyson?” I asked, feeling more vulnerable than I could remember feeling in a very long time.
“What is it, Joanna?”
“I was wondering if you meant it earlier. When you said you wanted to tie me up with my own dress.” I swallowed. I saw the dark desire in his eyes, and I knew he was serious, but I had to hear it again.
He grabbed me hard, by the wrist and pulled me into him. “Do you want to know the truth, Joanna?”
I swallowed. “Yes,” the word came out in a dry whisper as I failed to wet my throat. Just being this close to him was taking away all my sanity.
“I’m a f*ck