Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1)(40)

“What are you doing?” I gasped, backing up; there was no where to run. “I've barely tried anything on yet. You should wait outside.”

He closed the door, the lock clicking sharply. Advancing on me, his nostrils flared. “How could I wait when I knew you were stripping in here?” His eyes swept over me. “You're so fucking beautiful. I can't handle it.”

“Silver,” I started to say.

His hands came down hard on the wall behind me, boxing me in. I felt the structure shake, my knees copying the motion. “I need you right now. Right here.”

I lifted my fingers, but he just linked them with his and shoved my wrists on the wall. I couldn't argue, he'd stolen my voice—and he was stealing my strength.

Silver's hands raked down the corset, his mouth tackling mine. Wet, warm lips dulled my senses. My whimper weaved through the cotton in my brain, so soft it could have been a dream.

Reaching between my thighs, he stroked the outside of my silken panties. I clenched around him, trying to push him away. All I did was hold him closer. I was an accomplice in my own capture.

“We can't, we really can't!”

“I'm not letting you talk me out of this. Not when I can smell how turned on you are from here.” His thumb rubbed along my slit, fondling my pussy up and down. Any chance I had of denying him the truth—that he was ruining the panties we hadn't bought yet—faded under my own soft moans.

“Excuse me!” The heavy thudding of an angry fist assaulted the door. “I can hear you two in there!” Donna shouted. “Stop that this instant, or I'm calling security!”

Silver pulled away from me. I was cold from panic, but he was smiling like this was a game. Everything was, to him. “Stay here,” he said. Digging into his jacket, he slid out his wallet and thumbed through the cash.

He was carrying several thousand fucking dollars.

Turning, he unlocked the stall. I glimpsed Donna, her face furiously beet red. I was sure that she thought the worst of me. Every claim I'd made earlier about how Silver and I weren't playing at being master and slave had been snuffed out.

“Sir,” she started to say.

Silver cut her off, his hand fanning out some bills. “Take this and leave us alone.”

Her eyes bugged out, dancing between the money and his grin. “I—what?”

“And this,” he went on, sliding another thick stack her way. “Is for the lingerie. We'll be taking everything.”

Donna had gone silent, but her hungry stare said plenty. Taking the money, she shot me one quick look...

And then she shut the door for us.

Silver spun, the centers of his eyes glowing. “Now, where were we?”

Pulling his pants down slightly, he shoved me back on the wall. His arms tangled around me, my hair blinding me. Some got in my mouth when I kissed him, but neither of us cared.

“Feel me,” he demanded, guiding my palm between us. The heat of his straining cock through his underwear was maddening. He controlled me, grinding my skin against him.

“Are we really doing this?” I asked softly. I was distracted by how good his length felt in my hand.

Spinning me, he grabbed my hair and bent my chest into the wall. I wouldn't have moved, but his palm came down—crispy spanking my ass. “Hey!” I gasped, trying to face him. He held tighter, slapping my other cheek.

“I want the store to hear you,” he said, brushing his suddenly exposed cock over my lower back. “Make some noise, Pet. Let them know how good you're getting fucked.”

Biting my own wrist, I shook my head. My body was furiously turned on, but emotionally, I wasn't ready to tell that to the world.

The sound of paper ripping announced the condom. The new panties were guided down, still hugging around my hips. Slick from my juice, he rubbed his dick between my ass cheeks. I tensed up, peering back at him. “Not there.”

“No?” he asked, grinning.

“I can't. I haven't... and not like this.”

“Relax.” Licking his thumb lewdly, he brought it near my asshole. When I jumped, his eyes got sharper. “I love when you squirm. I'm not going to fuck your ass, Pet. Not now, anyway.”

Squeezing my hips, he hooked my panties and moved them aside. With the fabric cutting into both of us, he fed his cock into me. Groaning, I forgot where we were. I was too hungry for release, a slave to my own passion.

This bastard was right.

He could control me.

Silver fucked me with full, hard strokes. There was no patience. I had the feeling that he'd been lusting for me since we'd first had sex. He'd had a taste, and being forced to wait for more had cracked some of his stoniness.

“Yes,” he growled, hunching over me. “Fuck, yes. Drive your pussy back onto me. Do it!”