Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1)(27)

My voice sounded like a breeze through a corn field. “What do you mean?”

“You could have backed out of everything... if you really wanted to. But you didn't. I want to see where your desires truly lie, what darkness lives deep in your bones, what wickedness sleeps in your core.”

Silver wanted to prove to me that I was like him.

Was he right?

“Well?” he asked softly, his voice searing me. “Do you want to test your tastes in public or private?”

From the corner of my eye, I saw the waiter approaching. I had the uneasy sense that if he reached us, this moment would be gone. Not just gone, but erased from my memory—from my potential future. If I didn't answer now, I'd go back to my boring world.

I forced my voice to remain steady. “Private.”

He smiled, dropping a wad of cash onto the table.

The waiter froze, pulling up short. “Sir,” he asked, “Aren't you going to order dinner?”

“No,” Silver said, taking my hand and leading me to my shaking feet. “I've been saving my appetite for something else.”

I wondered if this man might actually eat me alive.

And if I would even stop him.





- Chapter Eleven -


Alexis

The building we pulled up to was like a slab of golden granite in the middle of the city. It jutted up and away into the night's void. So much of it was glass that I wondered if anyone living here could have any privacy.

Silver parked his car out front, guiding me towards the entrance where a doorman waited in a black cap and gloves. The man didn't do much beyond glancing at us, then he waved us inside with a deep nod to Silver.

"You must be important," I said.

"Maybe." He tapped the elevator, sliding into the too-small pocket with me. In that space, I held my breath and waited.

What was I waiting for?

For him to touch me.

To kiss me.

To make good on his promise that he'd show me what it'd feel like to come for him, and not just his sex-toy-gift.

But Silver did nothing, he just leaned on the reflective walls and watched me as if he could read my mind. I didn't even see him blink.

Was he holding his breath like me?

I filled my lungs, catching some of his alluring scent just as the doors dinged open. Stumbling out, I felt his hand on my elbow, steadying me. It was electric, and I had to move away before my senses fried.

He smiled knowingly at me, but by then, I'd noticed my surroundings.

"The elevator goes right to your apartment?" I whispered, stunned by the cavernous penthouse.

"I own the whole building," he said casually. "But yes, that elevator brings me right here. Nice and close to my bed." His chuckle was velvet on my neck.

As late as it was, the city was a field of sparklers through the full circle of windows. Beyond, I glimpsed the telltale curve of the Fremont bridge.

"This is gorgeous," I said honestly.

"No." He hadn't stopped staring at me, not since dinner.

Not since he'd met me.

He said, "You're what's gorgeous."

Grabbing the edge of what had to be a pure crystal table, I stared at him. My heart had swung upwards, a pendulum that kept blocking my words. Finally, I laughed. "Don't tease me."

"I'm not." His single step forward was as loud as a gong. "But I can, if you'd like. Fuck, now all I can picture is spreading you out on my bed, making you beg me to lick that sweet pussy of yours."

He inhaled sharply, and I mimicked him. My hip bumped the table. "Could I have a drink?" Before we go further, was my unsaid thought.

Silver cracked a grin, sliding his tie looser around his neck. "Of course." The room was designed to be large and open, I could watch him sway all the way to the kitchen, his fingers snatching two glasses from a shelf.

I used the brief escape from his nearness to gather my strength. It was as if this man had his delicious hands wrapped right around my rib cage, squeezing without even touching me.

Silver came back, the lights along the wide windows creating patterns on his white shirt. His muscles strained, hidden like beasts below the ocean. I watched them writhe, imagined him holding me as his smirk brushed my mouth.

"Here," he said, handing me a glass full of topaz liquid. "Riesling. My favorite."

I didn't care what it was, I just took a deep swig. The acid-burn helped clear my throat, but it muddled my thoughts. "You really live here?"

"Do you think I broke into someone else's home?" He grinned, one arm straining his shirt as he pointed at the high ceilings. "Which part of me seems like a lie? My money, my perverse hobbies... or something else?"

Squinting at him, I bit the edge of my own lip. "Your name.”

Something dark rippled across his face. A drink from his glass smoothed it away. "Let me give you a tour, Pet."