Taming the Storm (The Storm, #3)

Hearing the command in his voice, I start to remove my clothes without hesitation. I go a little slower to tease him, but I don’t go too slowly as I’m very aware of the fact that our time is limited.

I toe my sneakers off and step out from my jeans. Then, I pull my T-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties. I thank God I had the foresight to put on good underwear.

Lacy pink panties and bra. Very girlie.

By the look in Tom’s eyes, he seems to approve.

“Pink’s a good color on you,” he says, his voice hoarse.

I give him a coy smile. “So, now that you have me here in only my underwear, what are you going to do with me?”

From out of nowhere, his eyes harden, and he straightens up. “First off, you’re gonna get down on your knees and suck my cock. Then, when I’ve had my fill of fucking your mouth, I’m gonna fuck your *…hard.”

Um…what the fuck? Where the hell did that come from?

Feeling a little knocked off-balance, my hands go to my hips. “Are you being serious right now?”

He stares me down. “Sugar, I’m always serious when it comes to blow jobs.”

I don’t like the way he calls me sugar. It feels patronizing and impersonal.

A sudden chill descends down my arms. I rub my hands over them. “Don’t call me sugar. And really, you couldn’t ask me nicely to suck your cock?”

He frowns. “I don’t ask nicely, Lyla, because I don’t need to. Most women are more than willing to get down on their knees and suck my cock without a fucking word.”

Jesus, that stings.

Hiding the hurt I feel at his callous words, I bite out, “Yeah, well, I’m not most women. You want me to suck your cock, then you learn to ask nicely.”

His eyes narrow dangerously. “Yeah, well, you want me to talk nice to you, then don’t sneak out of my bed before I wake up. You do that, and then maybe I’ll feel like being nice to you.”

And there it is—the reason for his assholery.

Meeting his hard stare, I think I see a flicker of hurt in his eyes.

Did I hurt his feelings by leaving this morning?

I honestly thought it wouldn’t bother him. But, apparently, it does.

I feel a strange tightening across my chest, so I press the heel of my hand on the ache to relieve it. “Tom, I’m sorry if I hurt you by leaving this morning—”

He lets out a harsh laugh. “You didn’t hurt me. No one can hurt me. I’m just pissed off because I wanted to fuck, and you weren’t there. As I made this deal to have sex with only you for the rest of this tour, it wasn’t like I could go get myself some other * to bang the hell out of.”

Tears hit the backs of my eyes, but I force them away along with the obscenities I want to throw at him. Irrespective of what he says, I know he’s being an asshole and lashing out because I hurt him.

I ease my voice into a neutral tone and say, “Well, as our agreement stands, we only have each other to screw, and if you want me to suck your cock, then you need to say please.”

Suck on that, asshole!

He’s so used to getting what he wants with women always falling at his feet…or cock as the case might be. Well, if he wants this woman to suck his cock, then he can ask nicely.

If he doesn’t, then I’m done.

His frown deepens, giving him that cute little line between his brows. “You want me to beg you to suck my cock?” The distaste at that idea is clear in his voice. His face tightens as his jaw tics. “I don’t think so. Begging isn’t something I do.”

“Fair enough.” I shrug and turning, I bend down to retrieve my clothes. I make sure to stick my ass up and in his direction, and I let my boobs hang right in his view, just to annoy him further.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Still bent over, I look up at him. “Getting dressed. Then, I’m leaving this elevator.”

T-shirt in hand, I straighten up.

One, two—

He growls, and then he grabs my arm, yanking me to him. My back slams into his hard chest, his large hand comes around me, spanning my stomach. He pulls me hard against his erection, which is now sticking in my back.

“Fine, Lyla.” His voice is harsh and throaty. “Get down on your knees, and suck my big fucking cock with that hot fucking mouth of yours…please.”

I bite back a smile. Tilting my head back against his chest, I look up into his eyes. “Could do with a little work…but better.” I turn in his arms and shove him against the wall of the elevator.

I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palms. His breathing is ragged.

Keeping my hands pressed against his chest, I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss his lips softly. “I’m sorry I left this morning,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on his.

Tom brings his hands to my head. Sliding his fingers through my hair, he cradles my head, his eyes softening. “Don’t be sorry. Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t,” I say, giving a gentle nod of my head.

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