A laugh burst from my lips at the thud of steps after me. “You called me your future wife. You don’t get to do that then demand to fuck me,” I said through the wood. “Not without me putting up a fight.”
Behind the door, Elijah’s voice returned, amused and darker than before. “A fight is exactly what I want from you. I wanted you from first sight, and that’s only getting stronger. Now you’re mine for the next thirty days. Be warned, I plan on doing everything in my power to get you to stay with me after.”
Dizzy, I shook my head. Not that he could see. “How can you say things like that?”
“With a mouth that’s going to explore your perfect body until my lips bleed. And if you think this door is going to protect you, guess again.”
Chapter 10
Bonnie
With a cocky grin, I spun on my heel. Elijah could try, but there was no way he’d break down a hotel apartment door.
I was almost certain.
Running from him, again, had given me breathing space to take in the bedroom. The huge bed was on a raised platform and had a mound of pillows and sumptuous-looking cream bedding. The expensive type with a band of satin around the edge.
To one side was what appeared to be a dressing room, and an en suite waited on the other. Tasteful low lighting. Everything pristine. My mind boggled over what all the other rooms I’d passed must’ve contained, but that was tomorrow’s explore. I was happy in my pretty little cage for now.
The bed faced an incredible view, and I crossed the marble to take in the city. Sparkling lights from high up had never looked so good. The place Genie and I shared was a couple of miles awayon the wrong side of the tracks. If she was here, she’d flip out at how Elijah could afford to stay somewhere like this.
My smirk faded. It wasn’t for a woman like me. Even if I could play pretend for a month with a rich man. A very hot, too-attractive…
“That view has nothing on you.”
I whipped around.
Elijah entered from the bathroom doorway, the champagne bottle held loosely in his fingers and a shit-eating grin on his face. I gaped at him. Why hadn’t I thought to check if it had two doors?
“Twice tonight you’ve run from me. It makes me…”
I leaned in. “What?”
He rolled one bulky shoulder. Then he lurched for me. Too slow, I couldn’t get away, and he caught my wrist. Laughing softly, the bastard drew me down onto a chaise longue by the window and forced my legs apart.
Or they fell open.
He took a swig of the fizzy wine then ducked to spit it between my legs, the bubbles fizzing on my sensitive skin. Mindless, I moaned. Maybe even bucked. Elijah smiled and took another long drink, holding my gaze until I watched him drizzle it over my pussy. Soaking me. Soaking the furniture.
He repeated it but this time held his mouth over my clit to maximise the effect. I dug my fingers into his hair, grinding into that delicious touch.
What was it about him that I’d let him do anything to me?
“Such a waste of expensive wine.”
He smirked and raised his head. “I can’t think of a better use.” Jumping up, he walked away. “Need to take a shower. Come and join me.”
Elijah disappeared back into the bathroom, and the sound of running water preceded a hint of steam.
When he returned, he crooked a finger.
Sprawled still on the chaise beside the window, I exhaled pure need, my pulse hammering. “I didn’t agree to a shower.”
“You didn’t disagree.” He strolled over with that slow, deliberate prowl that did dangerous things to my insides. Then Elijah braced a hand on the glass near my head, his body caging mine without touching.
“Wash the blood off me,” he murmured.
My gaze sank to his chest and the red mark I’d inflicted.
