Stolen: A Bad Boy Romance(39)

Would he really do something like that? A part of me, a twisted, masochistic part, really wanted it. God, I hated to admit it, but a vision of myself tied to his bedposts while he drove himself into me filled my mind.

Not here, I chastised myself. Not where people could see me blushing furiously. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“Get through this and I’ll give you exactly what you want, and then some.” He gripped my hip, his fingers digging into the flesh of my curve, reminding me just how strong he was.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through the night. I just had to.

Then I would be putty in his hands.





Greyson



The smell of her. The feel of her body against mine. It was almost too much to bear. I bit back a growl and gripped her just a little tighter. If I could hold her tight to me then I could remind myself of exactly where I was then I knew I would be alright.

In a den of fucking snakes.

“Come on, we need to find our table,” the low growl of my voice gave me away. I know it did. I could smell the musk of want on my breath.

I wanted to pull her to me and slip my hands under her dress right there. Wanted to see how wet she was. I knew she was. I could tell by the flush of her cheeks and the look in her eyes. All I could do was eat her up with my eyes.

Well, fuck. I’d happily do that.

“Who do you think they put us with?” she asked.

“Oh, I know exactly who. Your uncle is here, and so is my father, and he likes to have his princeling close. Do you want me close too?” I kissed the tip of her ear while I whispered it in her ear.

That shiver. That was exactly what I was looking for.

“So I get to meet the man who raised you?” she asked again, her eyes dark. What was she thinking? Did she know what kind of monster he created? Surely she couldn’t tell. At least not yet.

I swallowed. Hard. The walls were starting to feel like they were shrinking. Strangling me. I imagined all the ways my father would fuck this shit up, and I just couldn’t have it. He was a fucking monster with a penchant for ruining everything he touched. Would he know who she was? Would he be pissed or fucking excited? The damn bastard was likely to blow it all up in my face. I wasn’t ready to face that yet. I didn’t think about that when I brought her here. I just wanted to show her off. Show her to the world. I wanted to trot her out like she was my latest prize, but I didn’t think about the consequences.

Fuck. I needed to make a decision.

“Wanna blow this joint?” I asked, as I looked around. “I am getting really fucking bored.”

She hesitated, her lips slightly open, that cute little pout on it. It was her default face when she was thinking.

“Come on, I’ll take you someplace better than this. I know you want to be alone with me. I know that if I felt you right now you’d be soaking wet. Look into my eyes and tell me that isn’t the truth.” I grinned. I had her, and I knew it. The blush that was rising in her cheeks told me everything I needed to know.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” she asked, her eyes challenging me. Fuck, those eyes just about tore me in two. If I my cock wasn’t rock solid before, it was now. When she looked at me, it made me crazy.

It didn’t take long for the valet to bring my car around. I never let a driver take me to these kinds of places. I wanted to be able to leave when I wanted to, not when someone else dictated it. No, I needed to be in control. Always in control.

But this fucking women stole that from me.

I gripped the leather of the steering wheel and then glanced over at her, watching as she sunk into the fabric. I could tell she enjoyed the feel of it. I watched as she ran her fingers over the stitching, her body instantly relaxed as she leaned back.

“Spread your legs for me,” I commanded as I looked back at the road, then down at her. I needed to touch her. To feel her. To know.

“What?” she asked, her eyes wide as she considered what I was saying.

“I don’t think I stuttered. Pull up that skirt and spread those delicious legs.” I reached over and gripped her thigh, “I need to know.”

She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs just like I told her to, never looking away from me. Not once. I had to focus on driving, so I couldn’t see the details of her face as I tried to look at her from my periphery. Instead, I relied on my sense of touch as I slid my hand up her thigh and moved her panties to the side just so that I could dip my fingers into her. As soon as I touched her they were coated in the warm, sweet juices of her pussy. I didn’t need to see the look on her face to know what it was; I could tell by the way she slammed herself into my passenger seat.

She wanted to be touched just as much as wanted to feel her. So I grinned with a wickedness as I ran my fingers along her slit then pulled them away. “I just wanted a little taste.” I sucked the juices off of my fingers then gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

I was in control, not her, and I wasn’t going to let anything take that control away. I needed to maintain my presence as the leader that I was, and there was no way a woman like Joanna was going to bring me to my knees.

At least that was what I told myself.





Chapter Six



Joanna



“Where are we?” I asked as I walked into the condo and looked out over the stunning view of the harbor.

“My place,” He said, his voice husky as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and planted a kiss on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine and I squirmed. My panties were already soaked through, and he was just torturing me.

“You don’t stay in the hotel?” Somehow I thought where we had sex the last time was his place.

“What? No.” He kissed my neck again. “That suite is just where we play poker, silly girl. This is all mine.”

It was gorgeous. Pristine and beautiful and everything that reminded me of exactly who he was. The rich son of a rich son of a bitch who made people suffer for a living. It sent cold chills down my spine.

“What else is all yours?” Why in the hell did I keep opening my mouth? Dear lord it was going to be the death of me.

“Hopefully you. At least tonight.” There it was the answer I was looking for. The one that made my nipples harden with anticipation against the cloth of my dress. The fabric suddenly felt tight, too tight. Like I was going to suffocate under the heat of it. I was trapped in it, and I wanted to be free.

“Greyson?” I asked, feeling more vulnerable than I could remember feeling in a very long time.

“What is it, Joanna?”

“I was wondering if you meant it earlier. When you said you wanted to tie me up with my own dress.” I swallowed. I saw the dark desire in his eyes, and I knew he was serious, but I had to hear it again.

He grabbed me hard, by the wrist and pulled me into him. “Do you want to know the truth, Joanna?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” the word came out in a dry whisper as I failed to wet my throat. Just being this close to him was taking away all my sanity.

“I’m a fucking monster, Jo.”

I shook my head. That couldn’t be true. I’d seen how kind he was to others.

“No, I am I want to tie you up, I want to spank you. Hard.” His growl deepened as he gripped me tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I squirmed just thinking about it. “Greyson-“

“I want to make you scream and squeeze your thighs together in pain and ecstasy. I want to make you feel everything all at once. I want to be in control.” His chest heaved as he let out the last words, his true intent known.

And it filled me with more excitement than dread. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself to him. “I want what you want.”

“You’ll wish you didn’t.” His eyes flashed, but a hungry smile replaced it. He threaded his hand through my hair and gave it a yank, pulling me close to him. My lip trembled in response.

“I want to taste you, Joanna.” Greyson hiked up the skirt of my dress and slid my panties to the side dipping his fingers into me again. I moaned as he did it, but he grinned. “First, I want you to taste yourself.”

I looked at him a little shocked then shook my head. “No, it’s dirty.”

“It’s sweet. Taste yourself, Jo.” He held his fingers to my lips, and I took them him to my mouth, sucking on them like he told me to. It was sweet, and salty and surprisingly arousing. Fuck. I clung to him a little harder.

“Last time, the first time. I fucked you too fast. I took what I wanted, and I didn’t think about all the things I could do to you. This time, it’ll be different.” He nuzzled my neck and kissed along my flesh. “Maybe then I’ll get you out of my fucking head.” It sounded like he was tormented. Like he was begging more than suggesting.

I had a feeling we were both past that point. He grabbed me and pulled me into him, his lips crashed against mine as he came down on them. He was greedy for me. Greedy for more. He wasn’t the only one. We fought with each other for a moment. I pushed against him, my teeth scraping against him. I breathed him in, one breath, two. I couldn’t get enough of him of that beautiful escape his body promised.

“So,” I asked slowly when I disentangled myself from him. “Do you have a special room or something here?”

He looked at me then he laughed. Actually laughed at me. “What, you mean like a dungeon or some shit? No. I don’t have a ‘special room’ or anything I am going to do to you will be done in my bed.” The deep resonance in his voice scared me more than if he said he had a special room.