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“No.”
“What?” Her eyes fly open and she looks up at me. “That one is empty.” She nods toward a room with no people in it. She takes a step toward it, but I hold her in place.
“I said no, Emery.”
“I know but I don’t have to obey you.”
She gives me a coy smirk, finally stepping out of my grasp toward the room. She reaches for the door, opening it slowly before walking inside. I watch from outside the glass as she runs her fingers over the bed. She pulls open a drawer of sex toys, then closes it again. She looks up where she knows I’m standing on the other side of the glass and crooks her finger toward me. Her body begins to sway to the music that’s playing through the speakers, her hands running over her curves.
I watch, captivated by her, but a man slowly walks up beside me, watching her intently. I clench my jaw, expecting her to step out of the room, but instead, she crawls onto the bed, lying on her back as she begins to pull her dress up her thighs. The man next to me steps closer to the glass, stepping around it toward the open door when I reach out and grab his arm.
“I think she needs some company.” He laughs.
“She doesn’t,” I say calmly, giving him time to reevaluate what he’s about to do. “Keep walking.”
“Fuck off, man,” he mutters, jerking his arm from me as he steps closer to the open door.
I pull my arm back and land a punch right across his jaw, sending him tumbling backward. The noise startles Emery as I step over the man and walk angrily into the room. “What’s going on?”
I grab her arm. “We’re done. You’re going home.” I grab my phone and send Ricky a text to get down here and toss the man I just punched.
“What the hell, Mads?” She jerks her arm away. “No. I said I wanted to try one of the rooms. I thought we agreed we were exploring things down here?”
“And I said no.” I grab her arm tighter this time. “There won’t be a second warning, Emery. We’re leaving.” I pull her through the room, the man still groaning on the floor.
I don’t bother taking her mask off. I drag her outside, shoving her into the back of my car, and sliding in behind her as I instruct Tony to drive us back to my place.
“I’m sorry,” she says, reaching her hand over into my lap, her fingers slowly climbing upward toward my cock. “Let me make it up to you.”
“I’m not in the mood.” I shove her hand off me, her seductive grin falling from her face as embarrassment takes over. She pulls the mask from her eyes, fiddling with the ribbon as she stares out the window.
We ride in silence the rest of the way home. I can feel the tension building with each second, the anger radiating off her so heavy it’s palpable.
“Take me home. I want to go home,” she demands once we’re inside the penthouse. I ignore her request and step toward her, but she pushes against my chest. “No! You didn’t want me at the club or in the car so fuck off.”
“Stop it,” I command, grabbing her hands and looking down at her.
“I thought you agreed, Mads. You said we could explore downstairs, then you turned back into a raging asshole!”
My teeth are clenched so tight a headache is already gathering at my temples. I release her hands, grabbing her around the throat instead. “No man will ever fucking see your body as long as I’m there.” I tighten my grip, just enough that I can see the anger in her eyes slowly start to turn into desire. I press her against the wall of my living room, my cock now digging into her hip. “No man will ever watch me fuck you. That is for my eyes only, Emery. You can watch others, but nobody will ever get to see the faces you make, hear the sounds you make when my cock is inside you.”
She’s fighting it, and her eyes narrow. “I’m not yours to control.”
“As long as you’re in my club, in my life… you are. And if you don’t like it—” I release her, stepping back. “Take it out on me. Hate fuck me.”
Her chest rises and falls as her breathing grows heavy. She steps toward me and I step back. We repeat the process until I’m in front of the couch and she pushes against my chest. I fall back, sitting down on the couch while I look up at her.
“I don’t want to take it out on you.” Confused, I look at her as she reaches around behind her and unzips her dress, letting it fall to the ground in a pool at her feet. She reaches down, removing her heels one at a time before hooking her fingers into her panties and sliding them down her thighs. My mouth waters, looking at her bare pussy. “Why does it always have to be hate with us?”
She lifts one leg, and my eyes fall to her bare breasts as she places a knee on the couch beside me so she can lower herself down so she’s straddling me. My hands instinctively reach out for her, grabbing her ass, sliding up her backside as she settles into my lap.
“I thought you enjoyed hating me.” Something between us shifts and she leans in closer, her lips hovering over mine, but I slowly shake my head.
“I don’t hate you.” She whispers the words against me, the air tickling my lips as she moves an inch closer, closing the distance between us. She moves her lips against mine slowly, but I don’t reciprocate. Her hands slide my up chest as she stares into my eyes. Her fingers shift into my hair as she tilts her head and kisses me again.
This time, I can’t resist.
I move my lips against hers, the very tip of her tongue coming out and touching mine. It’s like a spark that sets off a powder keg. My hands are in her hair, my tongue diving into her mouth as I tilt her head to deepen the kiss. I moan into her mouth, my cock straining against my zipper so hard I’m afraid it will tear through at any second.
