Beg for It (Pact of Seduction 2)

She snorted. “If laughing in her face means that I didn't get off, then yes, I didn't get off."

He chuckled, the sound so seductive Bella quivered. In response to that odd reaction, she examined him and couldn't stop from admiring the view.

He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans that no doubt hugged his fine ass, and a black T-shirt that was snug around the muscles beneath. Good God. She licked her lips for reasons that had nothing to do with her drink.

"You didn't follow through with your part of the pact, then?"

Her gaze lifted to his face. The glint in his eyes declared he'd been quite aware of her admiring him. Hell, she'd lusted after him since the day they met. A strong sexual attraction existed between them that she hadn't experienced before with any man, especially a Dom.

She blinked and focused away from the warmth that formed between her thighs. “That's right. I bailed on the pact."

His gaze became penetrating as his tone dipped lower. “Why don't you arrange another night with someone else for your fantasy?"

"Because"—her muscles stiffened, and after a long sigh, she grimaced—"I have no idea what that fantasy is now."

"Such a problem for a woman to have,” he mused.

She gulped at the way his voice seemed to carry into her soul; then she lowered her head to avoid eye contact with him. He raised his bottle to his mouth, and his arm brushed against hers. Tingles zinged through her, and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the throb of her clit.

How did he make her body do that? Every time he was near, she all but sizzled, and when he touched her, everything was amplified.

"I see that you need help, then, in finding what you're looking for."

It hadn't sounded like a question, which she was glad for since her tight throat made it impossible to answer. He slid his finger along her arm, slowly and with clear intent to unravel her.

She bit her bottom lip. “W-what does that mean?"

He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted her head. “I think we both know what I mean.” Those eyes of his burned with the lust that he had obviously contained. “You enjoy my attention, and I'd enjoy you under my command."

Then he pressed a finger on the back of her hand and danced his touch up her arm. His gaze followed his caresses every step of the way. And damn him if she didn't close her eyes and shudder.

A scrape of his nail along her skin drew her eyes open, and he grinned with sin. “Look how beautifully you react to me.” He finally reached her shoulder, and she trembled under the softness of his touch that seemed to contradict that power oozing from him. He tucked his fingers back under her chin, drew her head up, and stared intently into her eyes.

Searching for what, she had no idea.

His hold tensed, a shift in his gaze appeared that made her stomach flip-flop, and her panties were now soaked. He leaned in, pressed his lips against hers, and the world froze. His luscious and damn well perfect mouth molded with hers as his silky tongue swept her away. When had anyone ever kissed her like this?

Oh, right—never.

He kissed her thoroughly, leaving no part of her mouth untouched; then he backed away but kept hold of her chin. “It's time to stop ignoring what your body needs and accept that you want to be dominated."

Hell, how right was he? Maybe BDSM wasn't her fantasy when she made the pact of seduction with her friends, but after hearing about it from Marley, her interest had grown. She lifted a lazy shoulder to appear nonchalant. “I suppose if I set up a scene with you, that would be a solution to my problem."

"Not good enough.” His gaze hardened. “Do you want me to take you into a scene, Bella?"

At his pause, she realized she needed to give a better answer, and she nodded. “I do."

He examined her for a long moment before he finally said, “Now what are your interests in BDSM?"

She melted at the way he stared at her now. So intense. So wicked. Was this a hint of what he'd look like in a scene? Her body flushed, yet she held her focus and lifted her chin. She had always prided herself on staying strong around powerful men.

Her job as a stockbroker in Baltimore's top lending investment firm meant she swam with the sharks. Most of her coworkers were authoritative men. If she'd showed weakness, she wouldn't be where she was today, and she'd worked hard for her position.

"I'm interested in"—her throat went dry. All these fantasies she hadn't admitted to anyone. Was she really going through with this? Her soaking panties declared it so—"ropes, sex toys, floggers, to be controlled, pleasure, and pain.” She raised her glass to her mouth and tried to ignore the way her hands shook.

Before the rim could reach her lips, Kole snatched the glass from her hands and set it on the ground next to him. “If we're discussing this and you are serious, you will stop drinking."

A flare of irritation rose up that he'd be so bold to take her drink right out of her hands, yet Marley had said that Castle Dolce Vita Doms never allowed submissives to drink alcohol in a scene to ensure they were clearheaded. And since they were discussing what would happen between them, she let it go. “Okay."