Chapter 15
My eyes trailed Riley as she left the hotel. She was breathtaking, and I’d wanted nothing more than to steal her away and take the dress from her body one inch at a time. I had thought I wanted her before, but now that she’d turned my game on me, I was hooked. She’d figured it out. Of course she had. She was calculating like her brother.
Running my fingers along the silk scarves, I smiled at the overt act of wearing them tonight. It was a sign, an invitation, an acknowledgement that she accepted my claim on her, that she wanted to play my game.
Her words thundered through my mind. Then burn it down. The feel of her lips on my neck left me harder than her words had. I was more than ready to follow her out, to carry her to a room in the hotel and mark her as mine. But my games had never been about anything but control and I would make her wait.
I bided my time, making a few more required greetings before I left the hotel. This time, I didn’t bother hiding my car or my men. I didn’t give a fuck who saw me parked outside her apartment building. She wouldn’t be working for me in the morning because she would be mine completely—no safe words, no rules, no limitations.
I wasn’t a nervous person, but nerves were tingling through my stomach in anticipation of what was waiting for me. Passing the adjacent apartment, I went straight to hers, slipping my key into the lock and opening the door. The lights were out, but the moonlight streaming through her window highlighted her silhouette. She was lying on the bed, her blindfold on. The dress that clung to her perfect curves remained on, and she had her arms stretched above her head and ready to be tied. My cock twitched at the sight.
I rolled the scarves between my fingers, taking two and leaving the others aside. Sliding my hand along her arm, I stretched it out and loosely tied the scarf around it. As I walked the length of the bed, I let my fingers drift along her body, hearing her sigh and feeling her nerves quiver. I tied her other wrist to the first, then took my suit jacket off before undoing my tie and kicking off my shoes. I could see the trembles that continued as she waited in expectation. Unbuttoning my sleeves, I rolled them up before climbing on the bed, taking her leg in my hands and running my mouth along it as I pushed her dress up. When I reached her hips, I groaned. No panties stopped my path, and I continued until my hands cupped her breasts. I’d feasted on those breasts the last time I’d tasted her, and I was finding there was no part of Riley Brinks that I didn’t want to feast upon. Her stomach quivered as I ran my tongue over it. My path continued until my cock was pressing against her warmth, straining to be set free so she could take it.
Circling her nipple with my tongue, I ran my hands up her neck, following its curve until my fingers threaded in her hair. I kissed her neck, tasting the berry lotion she wore and making my way to her mouth where I hovered over her lips, watching as they parted for me and grinning as she moaned my name.
“Tell me how you want me, baby girl,” I said, not bothering to disguise my voice this time.
She shivered, and my cock grew even harder.
“Take me, Greyson.”
“How, Riley?” I wanted to hear her say that she wanted me to fill her, to hear the consent and know she accepted that she was mine, that I now owned her.
“Fuck me.”
I growled, my cock jumping as she pressed her pelvis into me.
“Who owns you, Riley?”
“You do, Greyson.”
“Good girl.” I didn’t wait to remove my pants or to untie her. I dropped my hand, sliding my fingers through her wetness before unhooking my pants and freeing myself. I brought her leg up and set my tip against her clit, hearing her purr. I’d never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted Riley and when I sank into her, it was rapture. My groan was loud, and she lurched into me, straining against the scarves. Her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging further into me with each thrust. I sat back, running my hand along her body and tearing her dress from the slit up, exposing her to me entirely as she complained.
“I’ll buy you another one,” I said, kissing her.
Her lips were as soft as I’d imagined, her mouth sweet like morning dew, and my heart swelled. I kissed her like she was the last woman alive because I’d craved her for so long. She was the only woman I’d ever kissed this passionately, and I knew she was the only one I wanted to ever kiss again. Her body bent into mine as I slid my hand down her curves, touching her the way I’d desired, the way I’d dreamed, without the hindrance of clothing or hidden identities.
I was craving her touch, to experience the feel of her hands on me. I drew back, seeing the scarves digging into her wrists as she tried to reach for me. Grabbing my pocket knife from my pants, I clicked it open. Her breath caught, her body tensing.
Kissing her neck, I murmured, “I won’t hurt you, Riley.”
I reached up, and she bucked. “Don’t,” she cried, and I stopped, the plea in her voice giving me pause. What had the asshole done to her? “They were my mother’s. Please.”
Her explanation reassured me, and I threw the knife to the side, reaching up and untying her wrist instead. Her body calmed, her arm coming around to touch me as I untied her other wrist. Slowly, I lifted her blindfold, seeing how her green eyes shimmered in the moonlight. They searched mine, her fingers coming to trace my jaw before they dropped to my chest. Hastily, she dug at my buttons until she pushed my shirt from me.
Weaving her fingers through my hair, she pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me as hungrily as I’d kissed her. Her feet pushed at my pants, and I couldn’t contain the chuckle at the neediness of her moves. I continued moving in her, too enraptured by her warmth to stop. Even as my pants fell and her legs wrapped tight around my back again, I didn’t stop my thrusts. I couldn’t. I’d waited too long to feel her and it had been worth every minute I’d waited.
Dropping my mouth to her neck, I ran my hand over her body, taking the moment to still myself and slip my fingers between us. I teased her clit, pushing deeper into her at the same time that I dropped my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth and loving her groan. She pulled at my hair as she dug her heels further into me, and I could feel her tighten around my cock.
“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?” I said, taking her nipple between my teeth and pulling.
Her pelvis lurched into me, and she fell apart, her body convulsing around me. The feel of her muscles spasming around me was too much, and I moved my hands to hold her hips, driving into her as her head fell back with her cry. The sound destroyed me, my release hitting me like a storm while I gripped her waist, unable to control the climax that was tearing through me, shredding me to my core.
I dropped my head to her neck, waiting for the drowning waves of my release to stop, yet never wanting them to end. When they finally ceased, I kissed her neck, relishing the way her fingers ran through my hair. I lifted my head, pushing myself to my elbows, and looked at her. A gleam of satisfaction twinkled in her sage eyes, and she gave me a coy smile.
“So,” she began rather breathlessly. “I guess this means no gift in the morning?”
“I can think of a few gifts I could give you in the morning, Miss Brinks.”
Her lips trembled before they parted perfectly.
“Unless you’d like me to sneak out like usual?” I asked.
She tilted her head, her eyes creasing. “Why the game, Greyson?”
I could have heard her say my name a thousand times and never grow tired of the sensation it gave me.
“Because I like to play with my prey before I move in for the kill. And you were delicious prey.”
She drew in her breath, her eyes shifting.
“And am I still your prey?”
“Are you?” I asked, wanting to hear her say she was mine again.
Her fingers slid through my hair and down my face as if memorizing each contour.
“No,” she said. “No more games, Greyson. Spend the night with me, fuck me again in the morning, and spend the day with me.”
I lifted my brow. “Those are demands, Riley, and I don’t like demands.”
“I’m serious. I want you, and if you want to own me, no more games.”
“No more games. But I may not wait until morning.” I dropped my mouth to hers, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “And I can promise you, it will be more than a day.”
Her body lurched forward, and I caught it, pulling her to me and kissing her. It didn’t take long before her touches had me ready to take her again, which I did well into the night, knowing this was just the beginning. Now that I’d made her mine, I planned to keep her. And I would crush anyone who stood in my way.