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The anticipation had gone on long enough.
“No. I can’t wait that long,” I admitted with a sly grin of my own. His eyes twinkled with amusement, and he cocked his head, trying to figure out what I was thinking.
“Your place then?”
“Not quite. I have something else in mind.” I smiled. I lifted a single finger, beckoning Angus over to me. The bartender looked back at me with unashamed curiosity, but he said nothing as I leaned over the bar and whispered a few directives into his ear.
He nodded quickly, showing me the same respect that he always had before he started moving around the bar and speaking with each patron sitting inside the establishment. He stopped at every table, every booth, every corner and soon enough, the bar started to empty.
One by one, the entire Saturday night crowd walked out the front door until it was just us. When the last person walked out, Angus locked the front door and gave me a curt nod. I smiled back at him with appreciation.
“I’ll lock up out back. Have a good night, boss,” he said to me without even glancing in Shane’s direction.
“Have a good night, Angus,” I answered.
When Angus disappeared around the corner, Shane and I were finally all by ourselves. He peered back at me with sheer respect. If I looked closer, there was almost this subtle sense of pride written on his face that I was his now, or at least as much as a woman like me could be.
“That was impressive, little girl,” he growled.
My pussy clenched so hard, I was certain I would have come right then and there if he’d put his hands on me.
“Having your own establishment like this comes with a certain set of perks,” I replied, my voice trembling just the slightest bit from the arousal burning through me.
He stood up beside me, towering over me as he reached for my left hand. Slowly, he slid the engagement ring into place. I gasped faintly, taken aback by how perfectly it fit and how much of a statement it made now that it was safely on my hand.
“It does indeed,” he murmured.
His fingers brushed against my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, seeking out the warm, fiery electricity that sparked between us. With a quiet sigh, I gazed into his eyes as he grazed his fingers across the line of my chin, down the sensitive flesh of my throat, and then over the line of the V-neck of my gown. His hand descended all the way down to the thin black leather belt around my waist.
With a strong jerk, he pulled me out of the bar stool to my feet. The leather bit into my torso, and if it had been anyone else, I would have snarled in protest or at least given a strong word of warning, but not with Shane. I didn’t need to.
His other hand wound around the back of my neck. I was taken aback by how broad his hand seemed, and then his fingers dug into the back of my scalp, slowly fisting until he had a firm hold on my long hair. Pain blossomed in a radiant spiral, furrowing down the length of my spine as I arched up onto my toes. A small noise of pained surprise escaped my lips as he angled my face up towards his, and before I knew it his lips had captured mine in a savage kiss that made all the ones prior to it seem chaste in comparison.
I started moaning from the start.
His tongue slipped in between my lips, dancing with mine as I pressed my body against his. The bra I was wearing was thin, and my nipples were already pebbling against his chest. The soft, delicate lace teased my hard buds, and I tilted my chest away just a little to try to relieve the needy ache. I didn’t know why I thought that would work.
My attempts to outrun my desire only seemed to make matters worse.
He let go of my waist belt and slid his hand around to the middle of my back, pressing me more firmly against him. I shuddered with passionate need when the firm line of his cock pushed against my lower belly, telling me that he needed me as much as I needed him without a single spoken word.
His kiss deepened, and I was forced to relent at least a little bit to his bold dominance. My mouth was already sore, and in order to gain back just a little ground, I nipped at his lower lip. He chuckled, the sound seductively dangerous, and a shiver of anticipation funneled through me with uncontrollable ferocity.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured. As if he was chastising me, he bit my lip a bit harder than I had his, and I swallowed a quiet whimper at the fierce sting that came with it.
“So, what if I am,” I teased, leaping headfirst into what I knew was going to be a long, painful, but very pleasurable night. He kissed my cheek, then the cusp of my jaw, and lightly nipped at the side of my neck as he jerked my head roughly to the side.
I couldn’t quiet my sharp cry that time.
He pushed a bar stool out of the way with his foot and pushed me against the bar. Pinned by his strong form, I could do nothing but stare back at him in defiance as he unbuckled the belt and tore it from my waist. Wasting no time, he flipped me around and jerked the zipper of my dress all the way down to the small of my back.
He wasn’t gentle as he tore it off my body. Several seams ripped in the process, and I knew I would have to call in my seamstress for a second time to fix it.
My expensive designer clothes weren’t safe around Shane.
One sleeve tore as he forced the gown down past my hips. It fell to the floor and tangled around my ankles, but he made no move to free them. Instead, my ripped dress held me captive just as much as his body was right now.
My pretty black lace bra fell prey to his strong hands next. The delicate fabric was no match for his powerful grip, parting as if a hot knife had met a melting stick of butter. I tried to reach up to cover my breasts, but he knocked my hands away with ease. In no time at all, the only thing left on my body was a matching pair of panties.
