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“Will do.” A mischievous smile I can’t decipher pulls at Luca’s lips when he turns his focus towards me and says, “Enjoy your evening, Haven.” Before walking off with the container of food and Thor on his heels.
ChapterEighteen
DEMETRI
I’m running late.My attention was needed at one of our associates’ stores in the diamond district. It’s not far from where I live but it is from where Haven is staying with Cillian.
I pick up my phone and tap on her name.
Firefly…
The box sits empty for a moment before I cancel it and drop my phone back into the cup holder. A little anticipation never hurt anyone. The night will go much smoother if she is ready and has listened to my orders when I dropped her off this morning to wear the dress I had originally bought her. The one she refused to wear and quickly realized her refusal would only lead to actions she doesn’t approve of. If not, I have all night to break her of the stubborn streak she has.
I pull up the circular driveway after the gates open and park just outside the main entrance. I glance over at the adjoining carriage house where I assume her bodyguard is staying. I had Freddy, our IT guy, do some research on said bodyguard. Nothing out of the ordinary popped up. I believe things are simpler than what I had thought. He comes from a poor family. Has worked for Haven’s father and brother since she was a kid. I’m assuming because of his economic situation he takes his job watching over Haven a little more seriously. I’m guessing his job security is feeling threatened now that someone of my stature is in the picture.
The front door opens as I walk up the stone steps. An older man stands waiting, greeting me with a nod that I return as I walk through the front door and give the foyer and surrounding areas a once over.
“Is Ms. McKittrick ready?” I turn back just as Finn comes around the corner.
“I believe she is, sir. If you’ll just wait here, I’ll go get—”
“No need.” I wave him off and walk right past Finn as I head towards the sweeping steps.
“She likes her privacy. You should wait down here for her.”
“She has no privacy when it comes to me. Run along and mind your business.” I take the steps at a leisurely pace until I get to the top, disregarding her bodyguard’s words of advice.
“She is my business,” he hollers from the bottom step.
I turn back and lift a warning brow. “Not anymore. I thought you would have been the first to receive that memo.”
I turn and go to the first door I see. It doesn’t matter if there are twenty doors up here. She’s behind one of them. I proceed to the third door. The sweet scent of her lingers as if she just walked the same floors I am now standing on.
I open the door and see her standing in front of a floor length mirror on the other side of the room. She seems consumed by her reflection. So much so, that she doesn’t notice me standing in the doorway. Her hand slides up her thigh and goes to one of the buckles on her dress, playing with it a moment before sliding her hand through the strategically placed cutout. A strip of color shows through the opening; red silk. She pushes it up higher on her hip but then huffs when it shows through the opening, causing a rippled swell in her hip to show through the dress.
“Take them off.”
She twists in her spot, startled, her breath catching in her throat. “Demetri,” she breathes.
I lift a brow.
“Sir.”
“Good girl. Now listen to my orders and take them off.” I walk across her room, twist her back to face the mirror, and stand behind her. I give her body a once over. Her full hips protrude, almost as if begging for the viciousness of my hands while holding on to them as I forcefully thrust into her from behind. I lift her dress, sliding it up her thighs as I lean over her shoulder and watch her face in the mirror. She leans back against my chest. Her body trembles. My fingers slide up and under her dress and twist around the delicate material of her panties. The panties I purchased for her. “You won’t need these where we are going.”
“You’re late,” she breathes heavily, trying to show some kind of stance and chastise me at the same time.
“I am.”
She huffs, laying her head back against my shoulder. “No excuse as to why?”
“I don’t need one.” I skim the tip of my finger over the meaty flesh just above her clit. She closes her eyes, her body relaxing. “That’s it, Haven,” I praise her just as I see movement behind us in the mirror. I left her door open for a reason. I’m a prick, and if her bodyguard wasn’t aware of it before, he is now. This is twice I have caught him watching. I slide my fingers down and swirl them through her wet flesh. A small moan leaves her throat. “It pleases me that you wore the dress I asked you to wear.”
“You didn’t ask.”
I huff a chuckle. “No, I didn’t. But you like being told what to do, don’t you.” It’s not a question. I know she does.
“No,” she breathes, lying.
