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He brushed a strand of pale hair off her forehead. ‘You don’t like me looking at you, do you?’
‘I’m fine with it.’ Yet her gaze flickered, her lashes sweeping down as if trying to hide her expression.
Interesting. Clearly, she was not fine with it. Which was strange, given the dress she wore was designed to attract attention. And just before, in his lap, she’d been so hungry for him, and impatient, yet when he’d called her beautiful, she’d seemed uncomfortable.
Her kiss was unpractised, too.
The sharp, cold feeling wound deeper. Back in the club, she’d pulled him in for that kiss and every thought had vanished from his head. Her mouth had been almost unbearably sweet, before turning hungry and desperate after he’d taken control.
He hadn’t noticed how hesitant she’d seemed. He hadn’t noticed anything except her scent and the warmth of her skin, and how badly he’d wanted to touch her, bury himself inside her.
If she was indeed unpractised, you shouldn’t have dragged her into the limo and had sex with her.
Galen shifted uncomfortably. Even before, as a stupid young man determined to push as many boundaries as he could, throw his father’s suffocating upbringing back in his face, he hadn’t played games with women who hadn’t known what games they’d been playing. Only with those who’d wanted what he had: pleasure and nothing more.
But if this woman, this beautiful silver girl, was someone who didn’t understand what was going on here, then he’d made another grave error.
You keep making them. One would almost think that your father was right about you all along. That you’re unfit to rule—
Galen cut that thought off before it could form.
It was too late to put her out on the street, not that he was crass enough to do that, but he should definitely bring this little episode to a close. Of course, he should never have dragged her into his limo to start with, but, since he had, the correct behaviour now would be to take her back to his residence, give her some refreshments if she wanted them, then get a car to return her to wherever she was staying.
He had to assume she’d been vetted and had signed all the usual NDAs—she wouldn’t have been at the club if she hadn’t—but he’d get his security to double-check anyway. He had to be meticulous about any indiscretion. He couldn’t afford to give his uncle any excuse to drag his past before the media and once again question his fitness to rule.
He became aware that she was watching him from beneath her lashes. ‘Thank you,’ he said, allowing some warmth in his tone. ‘You were a pleasure. But now we’ll be going to my residence, and from there I’ll see you returned to your accommodation safely.’
She frowned. ‘What do you mean I will be returned? I thought—’
‘You thought what?’ he interrupted, trying not to sound sharp because he didn’t want to snap at her. ‘Forgive me, but if you were expecting to stay, then I must disappoint you.’
‘Why not? Didn’t you like it?’
‘I don’t do one-night stands.’ An edge had begun to creep into his voice no matter how he tried to stop it. ‘At least not with those who don’t know what they’re getting themselves into.’
Her frown deepened, the sharp glitter of anger in her eyes. ‘A one-night stand usually covers the entire night, not ten minutes in the back of a limo.’
Something inside him stirred, the young man he’d once been, addicted to every adrenaline rush he could get his hands on, the more forbidden the better. Who’d loved a challenge, most especially when the one challenging him was a woman. And even though he’d told himself he wasn’t going to do this, he moved over her once again, settling himself between her thighs and pressing her hands down on either side of her head. ‘Taking that tone with me,’ he murmured, ‘will get you into all kinds of trouble.’
A shudder went through her, but there was no fear in her eyes. Only that glittering anger along with something...hotter.
Did she like this? Did she like being restrained by him?
‘Perhaps I want trouble,’ she said. ‘Perhaps that’s exactly what I’m looking for.’ She shifted as if straining against his hold and his body pinning her to the seat. Yet her movements were languid, sensual, making it clear that she did not actually want to get away from him.
Desire kicked yet again, deep in his gut. He hadn’t played this particular game for many years, mainly because when he’d ascended the throne, he’d cut away all his baser appetites as the weaknesses they were, trying to put some distance between himself and his past.
That doesn’t mean they’ve gone away.
Of course, it didn’t. If they had, he wouldn’t have had Leo and he certainly wouldn’t be in this limo right now.
You must try harder.
Yes. He must.
‘I don’t think you want that,’ he said. ‘You’ll be going back to wherever you come from tonight.’
Her chin came up, challenging him once again. ‘What about you? What about what you want? Or are kings not allowed to have anything?’
