3. Sapphire
SAPPHIRE
“Put me down!” I screech, banging the big brute on the back with all my might. It’s like hitting a brick wall, and it doesn’t seem to have any effect. He just keeps walking. “I mean it, jackass!”
The bastard smacks my ass. “I’m keeping you outta harm’s way. Trust me, this is for the best.”
“Is this how you get women up to your room? Dragging them away against their own free will?”
He snorts. “You think I have to drag women up to my room?”
“Clearly, women like Melody need their brains rewired if she thinks this is attractive.”
“Maybe Melody just likes the goods.”
“That makes you a man-whore.”
“What do you care?”
He has a point. I don’t care.
“I mean it, Alexander! This is ridiculous. I’m a grown woman!”
“Then start acting like it.”
He thumbs in a code to one of the locked rooms, pushes his way inside, then kicks the door closed with his boot. Then he tosses me on the bed, and I land unceremoniously with a bounce.
“Fuck face,” I mutter, scowling.
“You’re itching to start another fight. I’m just taking the momentum out of it.”
“Correction: I didn’t start the first fight. I have a right to stand up for myself.”
I push my palms into the mattress, ready to spring up and get around him, but he bolts the door before I can even blink.
“Am I your prisoner now?” I huff.
“You’re a danger to yourself. I have a bathroom where you can freshen up. Once your shit is delivered and you’ve calmed down, we’ll see about visitation rights.”
I give him the middle finger. “Fuck you.”
He folds his arms over his chest and laughs. “Is that a challenge?”
I snort. “Do you really think you can handle me, pretty boy? I’m not like the little minions and butt sluts you have running around here ready to kiss your feet on every whim.”
Butt sluts. Man, I crack myself up.
“That’s a pity. A little foot-kissing is a turn on.”
I scrunch my nose. “That’s disgusting.”
He points at me. “The trouble with you is you always have too much to say for yourself. You think because you’re the Enforcer in Saddle that it somehow gives you cause to go around getting into brawls with bad people and wreaking havoc?
Messes I have to clean up.” I don’t like the way he uses his fingers to enunciate “Enforcer” like he’s not taking me seriously.
This time, I do push off the bed. Standing in front of him, I ignore his jibes. “Let me go.”
“No.”
“Let me go, or I swear?—”
He folds his arms over his chest. “You’ll do what?”
“You know what they say about the bigger the guy, the harder they fall?”
“Nope.” He doesn’t move a muscle, like he’s some big fucking troll on the bridge and won’t let me pass. “Haven’t heard that one before. I have heard the bigger they are, the larger his dick is, though.”
I roll my eyes. “And there we have it. Always referencing your quivering member.”
He snorts a laugh. “You been readin’ those romance books again, cupcake?”
“Fuck you, Alex. I’ll scream.”
He edges closer, and my heart skips a beat. “People are used to screams comin’ out of this room. It won’t be anythin’ they haven’t heard before.”
The thought of him kneeling between my legs almost makes me lie back and spread ’em. But I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned on I am. That would be a huge mistake.
“Aren’t we just full of optimism?”
“Nope, but I eat pussy like I eat a peach.”
Why do images of him eating said peach spring to mind, the juice rolling down his chin as he sucks on the ripe flesh… Holy cannoli. I need a damn lobotomy.
Not many things render me speechless, but his grin has me widening my eyes.
Sin knows he has me thinking about it, but I do what I always do and make a joke out of it.
“Right, are you sure you don’t need a map to find the glory hole? Because most men can’t locate the clit, and the G-spot seems to be so impossible to find they make sex toys for it.”
Another step closer.
“I know my way around a woman’s body. Don’t need no sex toys.”
Goosebumps rise on my flesh. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? “Or maybe Melody and the other sweet butts aren’t too picky about who they screw.”
Poke.
His patience finally snaps. Sin walks me toward the bed until the back of my knees hit the edge. I fall backward, and he moves over the top of me, pinning me down. “Say that again.”
I place my hands on his chest. “What are we doing, Sin?”
“Oh, now I’m Sin?”
I swallow hard. His body feels so good under my palms, but there’s hesitation in his eyes. “Are you going to deny you don’t want a piece of this?”
Surprise shines in his eyes for a split moment. “Funny, you haven’t taken your eyes off me all night.”
I snort with laughter. “Holy cow. Just listen to yourself.”
“You seem to think I don’t know where your pleasure zones are.”
“Pleasure zones!” I can’t even hold my laughter in this time.
But Sin isn’t laughing. He’s deadly serious. “You heard me right. I can prove it.”
I wipe my tears, looking up at him. “Are you offering to give me an orgasm?”
“Multiple.”
I open my mouth, then close it like a damn goldfish. “Confident, or overzealous?”
“Do you want my mouth on you or not?” he all but barks.
Well, it’s not as if I’m going to say no to an experience with Sin in the sack, is it?
“You know, if we do this, we can’t take it back.”
“Don’t wanna take it back, but I do wanna shut that smart mouth up.”
I yank him toward me by the lapels of his cut. “So show me, pretty boy, before I go downstairs
and give someone else a map.”
His eyes harden. “Someone else?” He shakes his head in exasperation. “Should put you over my fuckin’ knee for the stunt you pulled tonight.”
“So, why don’t you?” I challenge. I know I’m goading him, but I just can’t help myself. “Or are you all talk, no action?”
A flurry of movement has Sin sitting up, then pulling me by the ankles to the end of the bed. “You just can’t keep that mouth closed, can you?”
“Aww, I thought you liked me sassy.”
He nods down to my lower half. “Take your jeans off, leave the stilettos on.”
I arch a brow. “Oh, you have a shoe fetish?”
“Only with you, cupcake.” He lets go of me, perching on the edge of the bed, and turns to look at me.
This is so fucking hot that I can’t back out now. I don’t want to back out. I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to be in Sin’s bed, as much as I’ve denied it to everybody back in Saddle.
I stand, pulling each heel off deliberately slow, then undo my jeans and yank them down, my back to him. I hear him groan as my jeans hit the floor. My G-string leaves little to the imagination; my ass is now on full display. The thing is? I like him looking.
I like the heat in his eyes when he devours my body. I want more of it—more of him.
I don’t wait to be asked—I bend to slide my stilettos back on, super slow so he can see everything. Knowing he’s watching my every move makes me so hot. I slide my cut off and then my tank. When I turn, I rise just that little bit straighter so my breasts are on show right in front of his face.
His gaze trails all the way down to my feet, then he adjusts himself in his jeans. With a gravelly voice, he finally says, “Over my lap. I want you to count.”