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I lightly collar the base of her throat, my thumb rubbing softly in the hollow between her collarbones. I feel her swallow, and my stomach flips. Her eyes are like ice, cold but fragile. And able to melt if the heat is strong enough. “Do you want me, princess?”
“I want you…” My pulse jumps. “—To delete the files.” She juts her chin and pushes into my hand. “Now.”
“As you wish,” I say dryly and sit back down. A few clicks of the mouse and I read aloud the dialogue box for her even though she’s watching everything over my shoulder. “Deleting these 237 files from the cloud will delete them permanently from all devices. Do you wish to continue?”
“Good. Do it.”
Another click and all evidence of that night is gone. Except for the memories. Those will never leave me, like a brand from a hot iron.
“Well, pleasure doing business as always, princess,” I spin in the chair to face her and my stomach swoops when I realize how soft her eyes are now.Thawed.
Her mouth moves subtly, then falls partly open as if she was about to bite her lip but stopped. “Ask me again.”
I tilt my head in question and she raises her brows in implication. I sigh through my nose when I realize what she means, my body tensing like it’s preparing for a fight. Despite the rapid fluttering in my chest, I thread my thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans and tug her between my legs. “Do you want me?”
Her thick thighs wedge between mine, and I drop my thumbs to glide my palms over her round ass. She nods and pushes her pelvis forward, a timid but excited glimmer in her eyes.
“Is that a yes?” It feels like my spine is made of kerosene and I can feel the anticipation of a match about to strike. She nods again, the smallest of smiles tugging on her lips.
I stand, tightening my grip on her hips, I crowd her until our foreheads are nearly touching. “Say. It.”
We share a held breath.
“I want you.” And the match is struck, lighting up my body.
Grabbing her thighs, I hike her off the ground, and she responds hungrily, wrapping them around my waist. The soft, needy moan she makes when our mouths crash together is all it takes for me to sayfuck it.
I spin us around and set her on the desk in front of the computer. A gnawing hunger paws at me as she skates her hands under my tee shirt and urges it over my head. If losing control is what it takes to sate this hunger, then consider me off the rails.
I clutch her face in my hands to deepen our kiss. It’s frantic and hasty, like horny teenagers, but it’s also perfect. The way she battles back as I try to coax my tongue further into her mouth. Neither of us willing to concede. She’s lighting little fires everywhere she touches. My chest. My abs. My back.
She gasps for air when I break our kiss. There’s a flash of something in her eyes—wariness, regret, acceptance—I can’t tell. But it doesn’t matter because all I can think about is claiming her. Taking her.Owning her.
“I told you once that I own you, you remember that, Ef? That meanseverything.”I cup her pussy.
She mewls in response. And I work on the button on her jeans while I continue, “I own you, not because of some fucking photos, not to taunt some fake-ass fiancé, but because—”We were always meant to beis what I want to say but it’s not what comes out of my mouth. “Because you’re just as desperate for me as your cunt is for my cock.”
I kiss and bite a path down her neck, and she leans back, encouraging the way I ache to devour her. One hand is knitted tightly into her hair while the other fights with her zipper—these fucking jeans.I’m so close to breaking out a knife and just cutting them off her.
I thrust my hips between her legs, and even with our clothes, she moans hungrily when my hard cock rubs against her pussy. I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “So fucking desperate for my cock, just begging to be fucking claimed and fucked full of—”1
I catch movement in the corner of my eye and my body floods with ice.
I grab her wrist and wrench it forward. She yelps at the painful grip. “What the fuck is that?”
Her fist tightens, but I pry it open. A USB stick. That she was attempting to slot into my computer.
“You think you’re above all us pitiful little humans, but you’re just like any other fucking man: led around by his cock.” She snarls, and ice turns to white-hot rage.
She fucking played me.
I’m too stunned by how far I’ve fallen that I don’t see it coming when she knees me in the groin and pushes off the desk. She sprints from the room, and I pound my fist into the desk with a roar.
Just once. Just once, and then I collect my wits and think fast. A few taps on my phone and seconds later I have the entire Den locked down remotely. She’s trapped.
I hear her rattling the interior doors before the wooden doors, tugging on the handle and cursing. As beautiful as her sweet whimpers were, the frustrated, harried sounds she makes now may be even better.
“Oh,princess,” I sing-song as I step out of the office unhurried, hands in my pockets. There’s no need to rush. She’s not going anywhere. This is always my favorite part, knowing my prey is trapped and just waiting for me to find them.
