Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1)(28)

My steps echoed on the hardwood floors. Soon, they were replaced by gorgeous white rugs. He showed me the gigantic dining area, the table set for five people, though I had trouble picturing anyone ever entering Silver's home.

I was still struggling with the fact I was here.

He let me peek into his private office, the desk strewn with sketches and notes, many which were clearly sex toys. Silver even gave me a tour of the roof.

The wind teased my hair from its loose bun. I went to fix it, but his hand on my elbow stopped me. "Wait," he whispered, his voice heating me in the cool night. "Leave it down. I like it messy."

I could see the blink of stars just beyond his ear. They were lost in a sky that was too black to be real. How funny was it that I found him more entrancing than those ancient lights?

His fingers linked with mine. "Follow me."

Deep down, I knew where we were going.

Silver pulled me back inside, into a room as wide as the living area. The walls were richly metallic and black, the king bed's blankets matching. The rug was so dense I had to make sure I wasn't walking on fuzzy pillows.

I'd never seen such a luxurious bedroom. One wall was cut in an arch, a black marble bathroom with a giant open shower waiting beyond. There were steps leading to a platform with a jacuzzi.

Fingers came down on my shoulders from behind. All at once, the tension in the air shifted. Silver took my wine glass, but I didn't see where he dropped it.

"I'm done holding back," he said.

Every hair on my body stood tight. He traced down my arms, his hips pressing into my ass. I was too aware of how thin the dress he'd given me was. It offered no protection, my nipples outlined through the fabric.

In the mirror across the way, I saw how pursed my lips were. I was gasping soundlessly, pink and excited. Silver's affect on me was clear as crystal.

His lips traced the jewel in my earlobe. "I love seeing you draped in my gifts."

Closing my eyes, I swayed. He didn't need to cut me open to steal my strength, he was forcing it out of me with every word.

Hot, wet lips came down on my neck. Instantly I groaned, bending at the knee as the sensation rocked me at my core. He made a similar sound, speaking against my skin as his hands gripped me against him. "Don't try and deny it. You're getting turned on, you've wanted to do this for some time with me. Haven't you, Pet?"

Swallowing, I said, "I wouldn't lie. I couldn't."

"No," he agreed, tracing down the front of my dress as I whimpered. "You couldn't."

Champagne-like bubbles fizzed through my thighs, honing in on my pussy. I pulled at his hands, spinning to face him. Down and up and everything else blurred so that there was only his mouth and mine.

Silver kissed me hard enough to push me down into the mattress. The plush cover cradled me, contrasting against his solid body. There was no escaping him, he was as immovable as a freight train. I don't want him to move, I thought through my murky haze. I want him to keep kissing me until my face is too numb to feel it.

Teeth grazed my chin, my shoulder; the expensive gown exploded as he ripped the straps away. I felt his energy, and I felt how he didn't give a shit about the money he'd just thrown away.

This man cared only about me.

“I've wanted to do this for so long,” he growled. His lips plucked over my collar bone, playing me like an instrument. “So long, you don't even know.”

I shivered, trying to focus on him but only seeing his glossy hair. “But it hasn't even been that long.”

The massive weight of him paused. I strained, arching up to get more of his mouth. He moved enough to watch me, and in the curling smoke of his eyes, I saw something so familiar it made me freeze. Why did I feel like I recognized that look?

“It has,” he said flatly.

There was an almost tangible memory out of my reach, and I thought, if I focused, I could pull it from my skull. All I needed was a clear mind.

Silver had no intentions of giving me that.

The bed shifted as he suddenly leaned away. Propping on my elbows, I reached for him, eager to get his heat back. The slip of a smile he wore grew larger. “One second.” He reached for the bedside table, tugging open a small drawer in the lacquered black wood.

Craning my neck, I tried to see what he was getting. Maybe it's a condom. A flash of trepidation wormed into my guts. I wanted this, I knew I did, but every step that brought it closer was terrifying.

Then I saw the red silk straps.

“Lean back,” he said, motioning.

Licking my lower lip, I stayed where I was. “What are those for?”

Silver showed me the most cutting smirk. “To bind you, Pet. I want to make you feel amazing, but on my terms.”

A hard pressure made me crunch together. My knees touched my shoulders, my skin vulnerable with the dress shredded. He was into bondage, so what? It wasn't that surprising, so why the hell was my brain screaming at me not to let him do this?