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I’d wanted him to take that kiss. I’d wanted him to pin me harder against the wall, devour my mouth, pick me up and thrust that hard cock into me, let me find out exactly what all of him would feel like inside of me—every thick, long, pierced inch of him. If he hadn’t hesitated long enough for me to get myself together, I might have let him.
He’s dangerous. More dangerous than Nikolai was to me, because I get the distinct impression that this man doesn’t have the kind of responsibilities that Nikolai does. He’s not the heir to anything, I’d guess. He’s the kind of man that I could have something with, if—
But I remember all too well what happened the last time I had that kind of hope. The last time I thought that something real was possible for me.
I should stick to the no that I gave him. But the amount of money he’s offering—
It would be enough that I could quit after the job was finished, if I wanted to. I could leave the Ashen Rose and start some other kind of life, somewhere else. I could do whatever I pleased.
Surely I can manage a few weeks—months, even, if it came to that—of Finn following me around while I do the job that I come here to do most nights of the week anyway? He’ll be with me in a professional capacity, working for the Kings, not like this—not a temptation that makes me ache. Surely, just having him there won’t be enough to tip this over into something that it shouldn’t be. I’m not that susceptible, not even to a man like him.
Especially since he doesn’t seem to really want what it is that I prefer to offer.
“Let me think about it,” I say finally. “It’s a lot to ask, even at that price. Matvei is not a good man. But I don’t think you’d be asking me to do this if you thought he was.”
“That’s true,” Finn admits. “I think we all know he’s not. But I can keep you safe, Asha. I’m sure of it. And you’ll be well-compensated.”
“What else can you do for me?” The words come out before I really mean for them to: a defense as much as anything else, wanting to steer the conversation away from Matvei, and a decision that I’m not ready to make. “You’ve only been here less than an hour. Are you really planning on cuttingyourtime that you paid for short again?”
I let that husky tone seep into my voice again, pushing myself away from the wall as I sway towards him, wanting control of the situation again. I want control ofhim, of his desires—and of my own, too. He makes me feel as if that control is slipping out of my fingers, and the fact that it turns me on more than a little when it’s him making me feel that way is terrifying.
Finn goes very still, looking down at me as I stop just in front of him. I reach out to hook my nail into the button of his shirt again, scratching my fingertip over his chest, the soft copper hair brushing against my skin. It sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with my job, and everything to do with him.
Dangerous.
A slow smirk twitches at the corner of his lips as those blue eyes fix on mine, and I canseethat he knows it.Fuck. He knows that he’s getting to me, that I want him—that this isn’t all just a game I’m playing because I’m being paid to. And there’s something in him that likes these games of power as much as I do—and also something in him that wants to be the one to win.
I can already tell that neither of us is going to give in easily.
“Let me be the one in charge, then.” His hand covers mine, warm and broad, squeezing lightly as he steps a little closer. “Forget what I told the girl up front tonight. You said as much yourself—I didn’t know what to ask for. Well, now I do. Let me do the thingsIwant to do toyoutonight, Asha. No tying me down to the bed, no telling me what to do. I call the shots in here tonight.”
For one brief moment, laced with the thick, sweet tension filling the air between us, I consider it. I think of the possibilities, of surrendering up that control to him, of letting him give me commands instead of the other way around. His hands on my body, his mouth if I were good enough—the sharp sting of a cane or a flogger on my flesh, the torment of being restrained. His cock in my mouth, inside of me, filling me up, giving me everything that I’ve been craving since the moment I saw him from the stage.
He can see me thinking about it. There’s a heat, a need in his ocean-blue gaze that answers to mine. And I know, with a deep and frightening certainty, that if I give in to him, I’ll be his.
It won’t be for a night. I’ll want more. We both will—I’ll fall into something that will always be guaranteed to break my heart when it’s over.
Control in the bedroom is more than just sex. It’s control over my body, my heart, and my entire life that I’ve arranged in a way to make sure that I never give a man that kind of power over me again. Even when I take on clients who want me to submit, I choose the ones who won’t be a temptation to me. Who could never make me feel the things that Finn is making me feel right now.
Slowly, he lets go of my hand, his moving up to slide into my hair. Almost gently, he wraps the silky strands around his fingers, just enough to let me feel the tension at the back of my head. A sweet, hot, delicious taste of what he would do if I said yes.
A shudder goes through me, and I shake my head.
“No,” I whisper softly. “There are rules here, you know. You paid for a domme. So if you want that, Finn, then we can start. If you don’t, we can stand here and talk—or you can go home. It’s your choice.”
His hand lingers in my hair for just a moment, and I can feel the tension in him, see the set of his jaw, the way he’s fighting the lust throbbing through every inch of him. If I said yes, what would he do? My own body pulses with desire at the images flashing through my mind, the thought of rough hands and demanding lips, things Inevercrave and suddenly want more than I want to breathe—all because it’shimasking.
Which is exactly why I have to tell him no.
I step back, pulling away from his touch, and he lets go. His hand drops back to his side, and all it does is make me want him more, because Finn would be agooddominant. He respects me enough to stop, to listen to myno, even though I can see the need shuddering through every inch of him. My gaze flicks downwards, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a man so hard. His cock is an iron ridge, straining against the fabric. I know exactly how he would moan and lean into my touch if I reached for him now, the release he so desperately needs.
“Go lay down on that bench,” I tell him, my voice full of promise as I nod towards the leather bench. “On your back, Finn. Let me tie you down, and I’ll suck your cock until you scream my name. I’ll swallow every drop. Just let me do it the wayIdo things here.”
“You mean, make me beg for it.” His gaze is heated, frustration filling his eyes. “But you won’t let me do the same to you.”
“This isn’t a relationship, Finn.” I look at him flatly, that same frustration in my voice. “The only compromise, the only give and take here, is what we negotiate for.”
“Sounds a lot like a relationship to me.” His gaze doesn’t shift from mine.
