“Please?” he repeated, dipping his finger lower, teasing her entrance. “Are you begging me for something, Charlotte?”
“Yes. I…” She blinked rapidly, the last of her anger melting away as his fingers worked their devious magic. It was so easy to submit to him, to give him back the control he so desperately wanted. “Please, Mr. Redthorne.”
With a swift tug, he pulled out his hand and yanked her jeans and underwear down to her knees, exposing her completely. In the mirror, she watched him lift a hand, and she bit her lip and held her breath, anticipation smoldering inside.
The punishment came hard and fast—two swift cracks against her flesh that echoed across the vacant dining room, unleashing her cry of pleasure.
He palmed her ass, rubbing away the sting as he nipped at her ear. “I always knew you were a bad girl.”
“I… I am,” she whispered, her head spinning. She needed to put an end to this before things went any further—to tell him the rest of the horrible story he’d yet to discover. But his presence was so overwhelming and intense, she couldn’t think straight.
AndGod, how she wanted this.
But it wasn’t right. Not like this. Not when she knew what had to be done.
“Dorian, there’s more. I need to tell you the—”
“Shh.” He reached for the button on his pants, quickly unfastening it and freeing his cock. A swift jerk of his hips, and the smooth tip slid between her thighs from behind, teasing her.
Close, but not quite close enough.
A soft moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t help it.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered into her hair, his hand locking around her hip. The front of his suit jacket brushed against her backside, a cool contrast to the heat building between her thighs. “Me, fucking you hard and fast, one last time?”
“Y-yes.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want.Demandit, Charlotte, and we shall see if the monster bends to your will.”
“Please, Mr. Redthorne,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me one last time.”
A slow grin slid across his lips, his eyes glinting with malice and desire and anger and loss, all of it burning bright.
“Then Iwillfuck you, enchantress. I will mark you. I will utterlyruinyou for anyone else—mortal and immortal alike, from here to Manhattan to the very gates of hell. But I willnotfall under your spell again, nor turn my back to offer a softer place for your treacherous blade.” He fisted her hair, his whispered warnings falling across the back of her neck and making her shiver. “Open the drawer—top left.”
With a trembling hand, she followed his order, sliding open the sideboard drawer where she imagined they’d once kept the silver.
But now, it held only papers. A notebook. Floor plans.
She recognized it at once.
Her intel.
He must’ve discovered it under her bed. Until this very second, she’d completely forgotten she’d stashed it there.
Fuck. Dorian knew about the heist. He already fucking knew.
That must’ve been why he’d left last night—he’d found the evidence.
The betrayal.
Fear and shame twined around her heart like serpents, squeezing tight. But before she could speak again, he slammed into her wet, aching pussy from behind, then pulled back out, slow and agonizing and perfect.
“I see we understand each other now, Ms. D’Amico.”
Fuck… What game was he playing? He was furious—she could feel it coiled inside him, bunching his muscles, heating his skin, sending dark tremors through his voice. But his touch was as wild and electric as ever, his uncharacteristically slow thrusts forcing her to feel every hot, delicious inch.
“I… I was going to tell you,” she stammered, knees weakening from the intense pleasure his cock delivered. “I wanted to…”
