ROYAL ROCK(131)
“I’m in charge of your safety now. A club is pretty much the worst place I could take you.”
“I don’t care. You’ll figure it out. I’m sick of being stuck here.”
“Not my problem, princess.”
She pouted. “Big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of a little night club?”
I clenched my jaw. She clearly knew where to hit me. “You know I’m not.”
“And yet you look like you’re about to wet yourself thinking about going to a club tonight.”
I leaned toward her, stifling an angry growl in my throat. “Watch yourself, sis.”
“No, you watch me. That’s your job. And I’m going to a club tonight.”
I reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her face within inches of my own. She gasped, her mouth parting, and I could practically sense her elevated pulse. I could tell I was losing control, about to shove my tongue down her throat, but I held myself back. “Be careful, sis. You forget that I’m dangerous.”
“Not dangerous enough, apparently,” she said.
Our lips were inches away. I held her hair firmly in my hand, remembering how the last time I pulled it, she screamed out for more.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“Show me. Tonight at the club.”
I tightened my grip for a moment, wanting badly to shove her face down against my rock-hard cock, slip my dick into her throat. I could tell she was loving it. The little grin on her face and the way she leaned into me all proved that she wanted it. I was seconds away from giving in to what we both needed and kissing her and fucking her right there by the water.
“What are you two up to?”
I gently released my grip and turned around. Lucille was standing near the sliding door, her arms crossed.
“I had something in my eye,” Claire called out quickly. “Nate got it for me.”
I nodded my agreement, keeping a straight face.
Lucille looked at us for another second. “Your father wants you both to know that he’s going into the city for a few days.”
“When will he be back?” Claire asked.
“A few days,” Lucille said again, rolling her eyes.
“Thanks for the update, Mother,” I said.
She went back into the house without responding.
I turned and looked back at Claire, who had a small smile on her lips, her eyebrows raised. I had to admit that I was impressed by how quickly she had thought on her feet.
“Just tonight,” I said finally. “And under one condition.”
“What’s your condition?”
“I pick out what you wear.”
She blushed deeply. “No way.”
“You want to go out? That’s your choice.”
“You can’t keep me here.”
“Yes, I can. Your father told me to protect you by any means necessary. That includes locking you away in your room for your own good.”
She seemed ready to argue more, but suddenly the fight left her and she sighed. “Fine. You can pick it out.”
“Good girl. You won’t regret it, sis.”
She gave me a look that was all fucking lust before putting her sunglasses on and looking back out at the pool.
I stared at her, my dick already hard, as she did a small spin for me.
“Perfect.”
“No way I’m going out in this.”
“You look like fucking sex, princess. I’ll have my work cut out for me.”
“Stop calling me that,” she mumbled as she looked at herself in the mirror.
It hadn’t been a difficult choice to make once I’d started looking through her clothes. I had found the tightest, most revealing dress I could find, this form-fitting black thing that showed ample back and cleavage. She was practically shoved into it, her tits barely held back by the cloth and whatever else she had to use. I finished it off with a pair of heels that made her ass look like fucking fire.
I wanted to tear it off her. She was clearly uncomfortable in it, and she probably bought the dress never imagining she’d really wear it, but I wanted to parade her around the club in it, get men staring at her perfect tits, and know that she wouldn’t fuck a single one of them. I knew that in the end, she’d give herself to me.
It was just a bonus that I got to see her so totally embarrassed and awkward. I wanted to humiliate her, but only enough to make her soaking wet and desperate for my cock.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said.
“You’re going to make every dick hard in that club.”
“Yeah, right. I look like a hooker.”
“An expensive hooker.”
“I look like I suck fat guys off under a bridge.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, sis. You look like you fuck for millions. Like your pussy is worth your weight in gold.”