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I let my gaze linger a moment on her flushed cheeks, those big blue eyes, and her soft, red mouth. I travel down all along those luscious lines of her body, a lesson in perfection, to her feet. She has the black shoes with the purple soles on.
“Rose.”
Her tits rise and fall, a little rapidly, a little uneven, and the air thickens between us, the world just her and me in this moment.
“Niko?”
“Nikolai.”
She swallows, and another man might think it’s fear, but it’s lust and need and excitement. My Rose; the hottest, dirtiest, sweetest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Tasted. Fucked. Needed.
No, I could never let her go. Ever.
“You’re late, Rose.”
“You’re not the boss of me.” Her chin rises and her eyes glitter.
I give her my filthiest smile. “Wanna bet?” She doesn’t answer. “Close the door.” She goes to lock it, but I stop her. “Leave it. What’s this I hear about you wanting to attend a meeting?”
Her gaze flicks to me with a bit of surprise, like I’ve just caught her hand in the cookie jar. “It’s nothing dangerous. Glori wanted to have a late lunch, and—”
“Everything in this business is dangerous, Rose,” I say. For a brief moment, I wonder if Glori had ulterior motives with this lunch date, but I’ll worry about that another day.
My Rose won’t be going. She’ll be too busy.
“Are you wearing panties?” I ask her, trying to change the subject.
Rose tosses her hair, her chestnut waves shining in the light of my study as she eyes me. “Maybe.”
Pushing my chair back, I take a swallow of the amber liquid in my glass again before abandoning it. “Defiance is a fucking deadly game.”
She smirks. “What’re you going to do about it?”
“Whip you? Tease you? Send you to your old room without any supper or dessert?” Her eyes narrow, and an electric thrill runs right to my cock. I run a hand idly over my growing erection in my trousers. “Or actually…”
There are so many things I want to do to her, with her, have her do to me. As always, I want them all.
“On your hands and knees,” I say softly. “Crawl.”
The pulse in her throat beats erratically, and the telltale flush starts to stain the skin of her neck, moving up towards her face. I’m betting that between those thighs, she’s wet, aching, wanting.
“And if I don’t?”
I cock my head. “Do you want to test me? My mood isn’t good. I’ve had a fucked-up day.”
Her gaze touches my hands, cut up and bruised, and a small frown appears. “Niko…”
“Take off your panties, and bring them to me in your teeth, Rose.Now.”
She swallows, and the answering heat in me rises, the ache starting to become painful rather than pleasurable. Rose bites her bottom lip; she’s a storm of need, concern, desire, love, anger.
My Rose.
A conundrum.
I’m so fucking addicted, I can’t stop. Every taste makes me crave more.
Rose reaches for her skirt to undo it, but I stop her with a look, and her hands shake.
