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Cohen
I frown as the car approaches the spot where Annie will get out for her morning class. I want more time with her. I’m not quite ready to let her slip through my fingers for the day.
Maybe I’ll give Dad the slip so I can drop in on her later.
Beside me, Annie vibrates with awareness, straining toward the door as our driver pulls up to a lucky spot that opens up. She can’t wait to get out. I scrub a hand over my mouth.
“Not so fast, little bird,” I interrupt as she wraps her fingers around the door handle. “Don’t fly off yet.”
Annie sighs and glances over her shoulder, eyebrows raising in silent question.
I smother a grin. I want her to learn her place and accept that she’s going to marry me. But I can’t lie…part of me hopes she never loses all the fiery attitude.
“Do you want me to have Gino pick you up when your classes are done?” I caress a line down her back.
She stiffens. “No.”
“Daddy dearest going to send your usual ride?”
Annie rolls her eyes and goes to leave. I wrap my fingers around her wrist and draw her close to my side. She struggles, but I’m stronger. I sling an arm around her shoulders and kiss her cheek.
“Have a nice day, honey.”
“Fuck you very much,” Annie seethes, straining against my arm.
“I wish you would,” I remind her. Taking her hand, I put it over my lap and grind my dick into her palm. “All for you, baby.”
Annie makes a disgusted sound and breaks my hold, kicking my shin hard with her chunky heels. I grunt and let her go. My shin throbs and I reach down to rub it through my slacks.
The door slams with more force than necessary and I look up to watch Annie’s pert ass as she walks away. There’s purpose in her strides. She doesn’t shiver at the temperature, despite not wearing a coat. I doubt her black tights are thermal ones. Her skirt moves with a gust of wind and I almost catch a peek of her ass beneath before she clamps the hem in her fingers to keep it in place.
Knowing her, she’ll probably text her personal stylist to buy a new coat and have it hand delivered to campus between classes.
Two undergrad guys in Columbia hoodies check her out as she passes them. Annie doesn’t notice them; they’re invisible to her. But I see the hunger in their eyes and a surge of fire boils my blood.
I clench my fists and breathe through the rush of jealousy. I resist getting out of the car to confront them. Ruining their lives isn’t worth my time or resources, even if I want to blind them for daring to look at my girl.
My gaze swings back to Annie before she rounds the corner. She doesn’t look back.
I settle against the leather seat. Gino pulls the car away from the curb and goes around the block, heading for the Decker Design Solutions midtown offices, which is a cover for the business the organization conducts there.
Dad insisted on my presence specifically at this morning’s meeting. It’s with one of the organization’s supply contacts. Dad wants me to understand how things work. They’re all expecting me to become the same cog in the machine as Dad, stepping into the role to take over for my father directly beneath Uncle Albert.
I hope it’s not soon. I’ll beat up a guy who owes the organization money, like I did last night, or look the other way when the Night Crew pulls up to an active construction site because there’s always a reason the sorry asshole in the backseat with the black bag over his head to muffle his screams got in that position. But I don’t want to take an active part in overseeing those construction sites with Uncle Albert calling the shots.
Annie’s Chanel perfume lingers in the back of the town car. I inhale and close my eyes, tipping my head back against the seat.
My future wife will learn her place by my side. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her. There’s no line I won’t cross.
I want her, that’s for damn sure. But I want to break her over my knee more. I won’t bend over backwards for Annie. She’ll come to understand how things will be between us soon.
Running my fingers through my hair, I let my mind wander with ideas I can’t voice. Annie would be terrified if she saw the dark musings starring her that occupy my thoughts. In my head I’ve made her mine over and over, in thousands of situations and positions.
Every time she bends to my will and begs me for more.
My imagination runs wild, everything from forbidding her from wearing underwear so I could slip into her whenever I want to keeping her chained to my bed with a shackle, naked and waiting for me to fuck her at least twice a day.
My lips quirk and I stretch, picturing her waking me with a blowjob each morning. If she’s good for me, I’ll reward her, eat her out for hours until her thighs shake on either side of my head. Shit, I think I’d give her head even if she was uncooperative. I want to drive her wild with my tongue, relish her sweet cries of pleasure as I taste her. I lick my upper lip and reach down to adjust my erection, giving it a squeeze.
