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I lean over and say against her ear, “Maybe we should finish where we left off last night.”
Her hand slides over to my thigh under the table, and she offers a promiscuous smile. “You want me to fist your cock right now in front of all your men?”
Her hand is a feather touch against my cock, but it’s enough to cause splitting pain through my jaw by how hard I clench it.
“Don’t you want to fuck me, River? The contract’s almost fulfilled. This will be your second meeting. Now all you have to do is actually fuck me,” she says sweetly, but with a hint of venom. The atmosphere shifts, as it always does with this dangerous woman.
“Sir, we expect your guests to join us in ten minutes,” Michael interrupts as I trail my fingers over her smooth skin, causing goose bumps to erupt in their wake.
“Thank you, Michael,” I grit out.
Her gaze is hooded as she stares at me.
“I don’t want to eat this,” she says, gesturing to the plateful of food. “I’m hungry for something else.”
“I won’t fuck you yet,” I say, because, fuck me, if she isn’t everything I want. If I give in to her now, let her win this challenge, she won’t return. If I let her think we’re about nothing but sex and business, she’ll be done with me once the debt is paid in full. I want to brand her as mine for the rest of her days, but this newfound discipline of mine is grating on my nerves, and she knows it.
“We’ll see. Don’t you have a secret little room here somewhere? Or should I just start stripping now?” She pouts as she begins to slide down her dress strap.
I snatch her hand and push back from the table. “We’ll be back,” I bark.
“But your guests—” Michael begins.
“Will wait,” I seethe.
“Miss?” one of her guards asks.
“I won’t be gone for long. Stay,” she commands, with no complaint this time as I hold her hand and guide her out. We almost bulldoze one of the servers as I push past them and into the small office where the manager sits looking over invoices.
“Oh, Mr. Bently, is there something—”
“Leave,” I say. He seems startled, but then abruptly grabs his things and hurries out of the room.
When I turn, I slam Anya against the door, her back hitting it to shut it only seconds after the manager has left.
Her hand goes straight to my belt as I place one hand on her hip and the other on her throat, tracing her sharp jawline with my thumb.
“No running away this time, Red,” I growl.
“No sweet nothings,” she says back.
The elasticity of my control snaps as I press my lips to hers. Anya’s hand freezes on my belt. I can feel her reluctance. The hesitation in opening up to me further. But then I pinch her nipple, and she lets out a small moan. I dive my tongue deeper into her mouth, and slowly, uncertainly, her tongue begins to work with mine.
Her hand unfastens my belt as her kisses become feral, desperate even. Slowly, Anya is opening up to me, whether she likes it or not. There’s a hunger driving us both insane.
She wraps my belt around the back of my neck, pulling me in tighter as I cock her leg on my hip and work my fingers against her already wet cunt.
Her lips rub against my cheek as she savors the feeling. This fucking woman.
“I want to see you,” I demand.
Her eyes widen, surrounded by thick, dark lashes. “Open your legs wide and bend over the desk.”
She tightens the belt around my neck. “I don’t take orders.”
“You do if you want that sweet cunt of yours eaten out and to be dripping down my fingers.” I pinch her sensitive bud, and she hisses. “No sex.”
She rolls her eyes, and I squeeze her cheeks again. “Stop being so defiant all the time, and let me break you into a million pieces.”
