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It’s foolish, and we could get fired or cause her to be hurt. There is so much that could go wrong, but I can’t stop myself as I head upstairs, crossing that last line, because once I’ve had her, Reign Harrow will be mine forever.
I’m lying to myself, though, because she already is—she just doesn’t know it yet. Whether she’s been under me or not, every inch of her is mine. I care for her happiness and safety more than anyone else in the world.
This started as a job, but now it’s a necessity, a constant drive to keep her safe, satisfied, and happy.
I step into her room. Her bed is made, and her room is spotless except for her clothes, which leave a trail to the bathroom. I can hear the shower running as she sings to herself and I smirk. There is no better sound than her voice—well, maybe her screams. Lying down on her bed, I spread out and wait.
I have a promise to keep.
A few moments later, the shower cuts off, and after another few minutes, she emerges followed by wafts of steam from the shower. She’s wrapped in nothing but a tiny towel, showing off her shapely legs, thick thighs, and tats. She freezes when she sees me. Her hair is wet, and her face is clear of makeup. This is as vulnerable as you will ever see Reign.
“Raff?” she asks, confusion lacing her tone as she tilts her head.
The shortened version of my name drives me crazy, but if any of the others called me that, I would kill them. She could fucking call me her pet and I would answer, as long as she keeps those pretty eyes on me.
I lift my arm, and she tracks the movement as I grip the top of her headboard. “Getting shy all of a sudden, Miss Harrow?” I tease, knowing she gets all riled up when I call her that. Just like I expected, a spark enters her eyes and her lips tilt up in a mischievous smile. With a fanatic flair, she drops the towel. It slides to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
Her body is what songs are written about. I understand her ex’s obsession with love songs now. She’s made to be fucked and tasted. She’s made for dirty romps and hard sex. She’s a walking, talking wet dream that drives me wild.
“Come here,” I order. She watches me with a grin, and I arch a brow. “I said, come here, Miss Harrow.”
“Or why don’t you come here?” she flirts, sliding her hand up her side. I track the movement like a predator, wanting to feel that silken skin.
Sitting up slowly, I slide from the bed and advance on her. Her chin tilts up in defiance, and she looks so fucking beautiful. I love it when she stands toe to toe with me. Not many can, but this girl can and she knows it. I would never hurt her—fuck, I’d rather die first—but I fucking love this game between us, and so does she, as we try to make the other break first.
She’ll soon learn she might give orders outside of this bedroom, but in here, she’s mine. She’ll beg for my orders and dominance before the sun rises.
I back her up with my body, and she hits the wall with a thud. Her eyes widen as I slam my hand to the wall above her head, caging her in place. “When I give you an order, you will obey.”
“Or what?” she retorts.
“Or I won’t fuck you. I’ll leave you here, wet and wanting, desperate to be fucked,” I purr, tilting my head down so she swallows the words.
“Then I’ll go find one of the others and fuck them,” she replies innocently, fluttering her lashes in that goddamn annoyingly perfect way.
“I’ll order them not to. Here’s the thing, Miss Harrow . . . You are used to getting your way, but in here, with me, you won’t. You’ll get what I give and you’ll thank me for it.”
Snorting, she tries to step past me, rubbing that delicious body of hers across mine. I circle her throat like one of her diamond necklaces and slam her back into the wall. She freezes from the force and the rough handling.
Oh yes, my little rock star likes to be dominated.
I knew she was a brat from the moment I laid eyes on her, and tonight, she will get all that’s coming to her for teasing me for so long.
“Don’t test me, Miss Harrow,” I warn, tightening my hold on her neck. Her pupils dilate with desire as I cut off her air for a moment, letting her feel my strength. “You have been teasing me since the moment I met you, and before the sun is up, I will have you. It is your choice how.” Leaning in, I lick her lips, smirking when they part for me. “I’ll have you coming all night or I’ll use this delicious body of yours for my own desire and leave you wanting. Choose.” I let her see the seriousness in my gaze.
She shudders against me, her perky breasts plastered to my hard chest.
“I’m waiting.”
I watch her swallow, her eyes looking between mine before she relaxes, giving me control. “Then have me, Raff,” she offers. “Show me what lies hidden beneath those suits.”
Releasing her throat, I step back. “On the bed, Miss Harrow.”
She hesitates only for a moment before pushing away from the wall and stepping past me, rubbing against me on her way. She presses one knee to the mattress and then the other.
“Slowly,” I command, coming up behind her. “Show me that delicious cunt.”
She groans and slows down, crawling on her hands and knees across the bed until she reaches the middle and lies down, rolling onto her back. Her bright eyes stay on me as she parts her thighs, stroking them as I stare at her perfect, pink pussy.
