3\/34\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tonight you\u2019re mue\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tonight, you\u2019re mine\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hades\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her face flushed, the color blooming all the way to her ears. Her hands curled into tight little fists, as if she couldn\u2019t decide whether to strike me or cling to me. Every breath she took seemed to betray how badly she wanted to resist, yet how much more she wanted to give in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And those eyes\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Those big, pretty doe eyes glaring at me as if she wanted to set me on fire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It all turned me on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The crazy part of me, the part that always demanded more, wanted to keep pushing, to see just how far I could drive her before she snapped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted her angrier. I wanted her mouth running, her cheeks burning, her chest heaving.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And yeah, I wanted to fuck her like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wondered what kind of face she\u2019d make if I pushed her flat on her back and filled her, would she still glare at me, voice shaking with insults? Or would she forget she was mad entirely and just drown in me? Would she cling to me like she hated herself for needing it?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thought alone made my pulse thrum.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My gaze must have darkened, because something flickered in her eyes, confusion, wariness, and hunger, all tangled together. I leaned in, my voice low. \u201cYou have no idea how much you turn me on when you get mad at me, Princess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
One of my hands slid lower, my palm heavy against her thigh. The way she was straddling me, her skirt had already ridden up just enough for me to see smooth, bare skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I let my fingertips trail higher, slow enough to make her squirm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost makes me want to ruin you more.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re\u2026 y\u2013you\u2019re crazy,\u201d she managed to stammer. \u201cLet go of me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tilted my head, studying her the way a predator studies a prey that doesn\u2019t yet realize it\u2019s cornered. \u201cIs that so?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I murmured. My gaze slid down, and I let the corner of my mouth tug up into a smirk. \u201cBut then, why are you holding onto my shirt like you don\u2019t want to let go?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened, and she followed my gaze down to her hand clutching at my shirt. The moment she realized it, she froze, her face flushing before she yanked her hand back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2013Nngh\u2026\u201d A soft moan that slipped past her lips when my hand brushed over the thin fabric of her panties.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Shit, that sound.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That sweet, broken little sound went straight to my cock. \u201cHight now\u2026\u201d my voice came out rougher, and darker, \u201c all I can think about is shifting your panties to one side and fucking the defiance right out of you, princess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She swallowed hard, lips parting as her tongue slipped outo wet them. I tracked the movement shamelessly, heat coiling low in my body. That single flick of her tongue cross her mouth was enough to make my cock throb with need.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She shifted on my lap, the movement so small it could\u2019ve been mistaken for innocence. Maybe she thought she was easing away from my touch, but instead her soft thigh pressed flush against my cock. The moment she\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
For of it youre minp\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
realized what she was sitting on, her eyes flew wide.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She froze, but then, slowly, she shifted again like her body moved before her mind had the chance to stop it\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fuck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This woman was going to be the end of me. I didn\u2019t know if she was doing it on purpose, trying to push me, test me, drive me over the edge, or if she truly didn\u2019t realize what she was giving me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Either way, I wasn\u2019t a patient man. I never had been.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t the kind of man who waited. I took what I wanted, and when I wanted it. Consequences meant nothing, I dealt with them, and erased them, the way I erased everything that stood in my way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But with her, I stopped myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why tear into the prey the second it wanders into the trap. When it\u2019s so much more satisfying to let it run, let it fight, let it believe it still has a chance, until it\u2019s cornered, gasping, begging, with nowhere left to run?\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was the kind of hunt I craved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A growl rumbled out of me, vibrating in my chest. \u201cEven though I want nothing more than to be inside you right now\u2026\u201d I leaned in, lips nearly brushing her ear, \u201cyou\u2019re mistaken about what I meant when I said I wanted to hire you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She blinked at me, raising her eyebrow, confusion flashing across her beautiful, flushed face. \u201cWhat\u2026?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you to spend the night with me, Princess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSpend the night with you?\u201d she muttered, her brows furrowing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned back against the leather seat, tilting my head. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean it in that way,\u201d I said, though the grin curling my lips betrayed me. \u201cAlthough, I wouldn\u2019t mind if you did want the night to end that way.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her glare was instant. Exactly the kind of look that made my blood run hot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
God, she was gorgeous when she was angry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I grinned wider, deliberately soaking in her outrage. Then I softened my tone, as if that might soothe her nerves. But, no, Princess. It\u2019s far more decent. You just have to escort me to a masquerade party. And I\u2019ll pay you for your time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She blinked at me. Her lips parted in surprise. \u201cIs\u2026 is that truly what you meant?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gave her my best innocent look. The kind that never fooled anyone. \u201cOf course. What else would a nice man like me mean?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t buying it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Smart girl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you want to pay me for that?\u201d she asked, narrowing her eyes. \u201cI\u2019m sure there are plenty of beautiful women who\u2019d love to go on a date with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDate?\u201d I cut in smoothly, raising a brow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her teeth caught her bottom lip. \u201cI\u2013I mean\u2026 party.\u2018\u00a0<\/p>\n
I just watched her. I knew my gaze only pissed her off more but seeing her like this was already becoming one of my favorite hobbies.\u00a0<\/p>\n
((\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tonight you\u2019re mine\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her face was already red, but she turned her head as if hiding would help.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s no reason for you to pay me to go with you,\u201d she muttered, stubborn as ever. \u201cOther people would go for free.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hummed low, dragging my gaze down her body before meeting her eyes again. \u201cI know, but I don\u2019t want to go with them. I want to go with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That did it. Her cheeks burned crimson, and I felt that small victory spark in my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stammered, looking away. \u201cThat\u2026 doesn\u2019t make any sense.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going there to enjoy myself. It\u2019s business. If you say no, I don\u2019t have anyone else I\u2019d want to bring. It will leave a bad impression. It\u2019s a win\u2013win, Princess. You get something out of it. And so do I.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She bit her lip again. I could see her mind working behind her eyes, that constant push and pull, run away or take a step closer? She hated herself for even considering it, but she was considering it all the same.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finally, she sighed, running a shaky hand through her hair. Her lashes lowered as she muttered, almost to herself, \u201cI guess\u2026 it\u2019s not a bad idea. Since we both need this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t stop the grin that spread across my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGood girl,\u201d I murmured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She glanced at me nervously. \u201cAbout the price\u2026 you can only give it to me if you\u2019re satisfied with my behavior tonight. And you get to name it. I don\u2019t mind.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded. \u201cAlright.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The car rolled to a stop. A second later, the door swung open, and the man outside froze. His eyes flicked up before darting straight back down to the pavement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course he did. Anyone with half a brain would.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was still straddling me, her thighs snug against mine, her hair mussed from the ride, and her lips parted in confusion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was too intimate, too compromising, and far too addictive. No one else got to see her like this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could feel the weight of the other men stationed outside too, their posture stiff, their gazes carefully lowered to the ground as if they hadn\u2019t seen the position we were in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet\u2019s eyes widened, a soft gasp slipping past her lips. Her gaze snapped to the open door, and her shoulders stiffened when she spotted the big mall entrance looming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are we doing here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I let my eyes roam her face. I lifted a hand and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else? My date has to be the most stunning woman in the room, and the one everyone knows belongs to me. So get used to it, Princess. Tonight, you\u2019re mine, and I want the whole damn world to see it.\u201c.\u00a0<\/p>\n
D\u00a0<\/p>\n
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