Page 42 of Savage Ambition

His reaction thrilled me. “Who’s the confident one now?”

“The difference is my confidence is earned. I have years of experience in making men like you fall apart under my hands.” His fingers tightened on my ass, the pressure bordering on pain. That suited me fine.

“You’re nothing but another pretty face who thinks his cock is special.”

“You say that, but you’re already trying to rally for a third round. That’s how fucking good I am.”

“But you’re not better than me.” His beautiful arrogance made me want him more. “My hands have made princes weep and politicians beg.”

“Those are big words when you’re finding it harder to resist me than you expected.”

“Because I’m good at my job. It’s nothing more than that.”

I slid my hand up his chest to play with one of his nipples. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He gripped my wrist. He used the leverage to pull me closer, his other hand tangling in my hair. “You think you’ve got me all figured out. That I’m going to fall at your feet because you made me come.”

“Twice,” I corrected. “And spectacularly, if I say so myself.”

“Do you honestly believe you’ve broken through my professional detachment with your magical cock?”

“You can’t deny that you’re curious about me,” I countered, my free hand moving to grip his hip. “You’re dying to know if what happened was a fluke or if it could happen again.”

“Clinical curiosity at best.”

“Then satisfy your curiosity.” I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his, daring him to kiss me. “Fuck me. Right here. No audience. Just us.”

He glared at me. “Do you think I’d risk Salvatore’s wrath for a quick fuck in a bathroom?”

I nipped at his earlobe, gratified when a small sound escaped him. “If you’re going to get in trouble for it, you might as well go all the way.”

“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” He tightened his hold. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I like games.” I pressed closer until our lips were a breath apart. “And I love danger. I run toward it, not away from it.”

“What makes you think I want to play?”

“Because you could have walked away the moment we entered this room, but instead, you’re pressing against me like you can’t get enough.”

“Maybe I want to put you in your place.”

“And where is that? Under you? Over you? Inside you? I’m flexible.” My cheeky smirk earned me an eye roll. “I’m not above begging if it gets me what I want. Please, Dragon. I need to be with you again.”

His hand in my hair tightened, pulling my head back to expose my throat. I wanted him to bite me.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted us.

“President Dragon, Master requests your presence upstairs at once,” a woman called out.

His expression shuttered. “Understood.” He lowered his voice to a whisper only I could hear. “You need to move.”

I was unwilling to surrender the ground I’d gained. “Not before I get one last taste.” I captured his mouth in a hard kiss.

He resisted for a fraction of a second before surrendering, his lips parting on a soft moan. It was brutal and perfect as our tongues warred for dominance. I poured every ounce of my desire into it, making it a promise of pleasures to come.

“This isn’t over,” I promised when he pushed me away.

“It never began,” he countered, though his voice was hoarse.