Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“Okay.”

“I need to know you’re not seeing anyone else.”

“Me? You’re worried about me dating someone?” I almost laughed, but he looked dead serious and his green eyes were fixed on mine.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work for me.” He shook his head. “I need a straight answer.”

“And what about you?” I knew I had every right to ask this question, but I didn’t know I’d get the truth. This was the man who never saw the same woman two days in a row.

“Not since Saturday.”

I rolled my eyes. “Wow.”

He grabbed my hand. “Before Saturday doesn’t count. For either of us.” His gaze was deep. “I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

“I’m not property. You make it sound like you can own me.”

He traced the side of my cheek and my breath caught in the back of my throat. My body betrayed every word I said. I knew he owned me. He possessed my body. I’d give it to him as many times as he asked. So why was I playing this game?

“We’re leaving.” He stood, pulling me up with him.

“But we haven’t even ordered,” I protested.

He threw a hundred dollar bill on the table to cover the drinks and chips.

“We can’t finish this conversation here.” He tugged me through the restaurant and into his car. He didn’t say another word as he whipped through the streets and parked in the garage under his building.

“Wes, what’s going on?”

He walked to my side of the car and helped me out, leading me to the elevators. He punched in the code for his penthouse and the silence filled the space as we rode to the top. So did the sexual tension. I could feel my body gravitating toward him. Needing him. Wanting him.

As soon as the door closed behind us, he shoved me against the door, his lips furiously covering mine. I couldn’t keep up as his hand worked under my top, squeezing my breast, twisting my nipple. He spun me around, my hands splayed against the door as he pulled the jeans over my ass and past my knees.

I was trembling and shaking, quivering with need. Whimpering as his hand slid between my legs.

“You don’t think I own you?” His finger curled inside me.

I closed my eyes. Oh God. I gripped him.

His breath was hot on my neck. “Tell me, Lennon. Tell me to take you. Tell me you want me inside you. Tell me you are mine. You belong to me.”

I panted as he dipped in and out of me. The passion built between my legs as he made me wetter with each perfect stroke, grazing my clit, then twisting inside my entrance. I could feel the control leaving my body as if he siphoned it from me.

“Tell me,” he growled against my ear.

“I’m yours. I’m fucking yours.” I sank on his hand. “I don’t want anyone else. I don’t belong to anyone else,” I moaned.

He bit along my neck. I leaned into his chest as his fingers slid in and out of me.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered.

“Making sure you know who you belong to.” His fingers withdrew and I gulped for air. I kicked the jeans off my ankles, and stepped away from the door, turning to face him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing his lips to me. He was so much taller that I stood on the tips of my toes to press my point. “I might belong to you, but do you belong to me?”

His eyes closed and I could feel the hardness of his shaft press against my leg through his jeans. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. But that didn’t answer my question. Physically, we always wanted each other. But I knew that it couldn’t keep going like this for me anymore.

“Because that’s the only way, Wes.”