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“You will do as you’re told. When you’re told. How you’re told.”
Unlikely. “It’s sick. Forcing a woman to pleasure you. Do you really get off on that?”
His tongue pushed out his upper lip before sliding along it. “Do you need to watch our tape? This is your fantasy, baby.”
A barb of resentful elation tumbled in her gut. How could he read her like her every defense was clear glass? Even the argument in her head seemed insincere. He did arouse her. Without a word, he’d turned her on and taken her to bed. No hitches, no objections. Even him shooting someone didn’t put her off. What the hell was wrong with her?
She hadn’t second-guessed herself. And, in truth, not one part of her regretted giving into him… until she saw the recording.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it,” he murmured, grazing her jaw with his fingertips. “You know you do. You feel it, in your pussy, right now. How much you want this… Want me. I’m giving you a gift, handing you a ticket to satisfy your deepest, darkest desires. We’ll play and the only rule will be pleasure… Anything goes in this house, baby. You can have anything in my bed… anything.” The tingle between her thighs pulsed, warming, waiting… eager. When she licked her lips, trying to get herself together, his touch floated across her pulse point to the swell of her breast. “I know you’re wet for me, baby, ready for me to slide into your sweet, tight pussy… You want to be in my bed. This is what you want.”
And damn, he was probably right. Blackmailing her was low, the lowest of the low, but her reaction to the notion of being in his bed didn’t revolt her. It intrigued her.
“If I’m playing your girlfriend, doesn’t that defeat the object?” she asked, trying to steady her voice. “I don’t want the world to know—”
“My people wouldn’t dare say a word about my personal life,” he stated. “Any associate I see here keeps bigger secrets than who’s in my bed. You came here every day for a month without worrying what the world would think. As far as the world is concerned, it’s more of the same.”
“You want me to come here every night?”
“Your concern should be that I come here every night.” His lip almost rose, but it wasn’t necessary. Satisfaction oozed from him. “If you don’t please me, the deal will be off.”
“I don’t see how it can work.”
He didn’t share her uncertainty. “You’ll follow orders, just like everyone else around here.”
Every word out of his mouth was fact. No question. No doubt or indecision. Nothing but absolute confidence.
“Like an employee.”
But with sex. Did she want him to win? To be manipulated with sex and debauchery? No. Not in theory. Strat said she wanted to be a part of the darkness. That it aroused her. And standing there, looking into the jade of his ominous eyes, she could forget all the negativity and feel the baser intoxication responsible for taking her to his bed in the first place.
More than that… she wanted to explore what he made her feel.
Professionally, it wouldn’t hurt either. This McDade would make an interesting article. Steeple wanted more. Why not give it a shot? Yes, she’d investigate the mystery Strat gave her too, but the McDades were integral to that. Both stories complemented each other. It could work… even if the subject didn’t know her objective.
“It’s your choice,” he said. “Consent or the video’s released.”
She hesitated for a beat, then took his glass. “Deal.”
As she sipped the whiskey, he assessed her, moving a step closer. “Make me believe you, Sersha.”
Though her heart was pounding, she took her time about putting down the drink. “If you want anyone to believe this…” She slipped her hands onto his shirt under his jacket, pressing just enough to appreciate the solid body beneath. “You have to let me be me.” She got a little closer. “You might be in charge, but I’m no pushover.”
He grabbed her hips to force her against his desk. “The real me doesn’t take orders from a woman.”
“Which may be why you have to blackmail them into sticking around.”
As he’d done before, he tipped his head toward the door without unlocking their gazes. “Walk out,” he said. “You’re no one’s prisoner.”
“If I do that, everyone I care about loses everything.”
“And that’s a reason to sacrifice your freewill?” he asked, skimming his hands onto her waist, boosting her up to sit on his desk.
Her knees parted as he scooped her to the edge. Damn, how did they always end up…? Maybe her signals were the problem. She couldn’t stop stroking him, her hands going higher and higher until they threatened to push his jacket off.
“You gave me no other choice.”
“Is that what you need to believe?”
