Taming Her Bad Boy

Damn it, even angry at him, I’m still turned on by the thought of his chiseled abdomen and broad shoulders. The man knows exactly how to make me wet for him, almost instantly. Like he knows exactly where to touch me, where to lick and caress and kiss and—

“Vienna.”

A startled gasp escapes my throat and I attempt to turn around. Strong hands grasp my arms and hold me in place, forcing me to look behind me through the mirror.

Cohen is standing directly behind me, and the part of him that I can see is naked. Now that my mind has returned back to the here and now, I can feel the erotic heat emanating from his body. He’s not touching me anywhere but my arms, but the proximity and presence of him alone is enough to send goosebumps and a series of tingles creeping across my skin.

“Cohen, you scared me.”

“Vienna,” he repeats, and this time his voice has a hint of warning in it. “Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?”

I try to turn around again, and this time he presses himself against my back, pinning me against the armoire and causing my face to become closer to the mirror. The rigid hardness of his erection against my ass makes me suck in a breath. “I thought I was making you angry. Cohen, I—”

“I don’t want to talk, Vi.” His mouth is against my shoulder, and I watch through the mirror as he inhales the scent of my skin, letting his tongue dart out to taste me, kissing a slow, seductive trail across my collarbone up to the soft flesh of my throat. There, he nips at me, just below my ear. I yelp again. “I want to bury myself so deep inside you that I forget we ever fought.”

It’s an interesting way of making up, and I would normally crack a joke or something about his inability to stay angry, but one look into Cohen’s eyes through the mirror has me keeping my jokes to myself. “Thought you were mad enough that you’d want to call the whole thing off by now.”

“I can think of something I’d much rather do.”

He’s undoing the zipper of my dress, pushing it down over my arms, then hips, and letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor at my feet. Left only in my strapless bra and lacy black panties, the predatory gleam in his eyes has me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Leaned over the armoire like this, there’s nowhere for me to go, no way for me to hide myself from him. And judging by the damp kisses and nips he’s placing across the back of my neck and shoulders as he deftly undoes my bra and tosses it aside, I’d say that’s exactly how he wants it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Vienna,” he growls in between each kiss planted. “Every fucking inch. You’re gorgeous.”

His hands have let go of my arms, enough that I’ve managed to keep my palms planted on the armoire’s surface to prevent my head from hitting the mirror.

You’d think that’d be a turn-off, having your fiancé pin you against the mirror of your dresser while he manhandles you as though you’re his to do with as he pleases, but it’s not.

It’s hot. Really fucking hot. And I can feel the dampness pooling within my core in response to him.

And as he begins to tug my panties down over my hips, I catch my first glimpse of the material that’s strung over his shoulder.

“Co,” I breathe out, “What is that?”

He moves my hair gently out of the way and kisses the soft flesh near my hairline. “My tie from earlier tonight. I want to play.”

We’d discussed this type of thing before; taking control, being tied up, blindfolded. But every time it’d come up in conversation, Cohen had mentioned doing those things to me. Always the dominant one, holding me where he wanted me to be, taking what he wanted when he wanted it, pushing me over the edge as he sought fit.

I won’t deny that those ideas hold an element of intrigue to them, and I’d definitely love to try them out some time.

But not tonight.

Because, tonight, I’m not submitting to Cohen Bradley.

CHAPTER FIVE

Cohen

“You want to play.” Vienna doesn’t phrase it as a question. It’s more of a request for confirmation.

“Exactly.” The excited glint in my eye shines at her through the mirror. I pull the tie from my shoulder, playfully letting the tip of it drag across her shoulder and down onto her bare breast. A wave of satisfaction courses through me when her breath hitches and her nipple tightens into a hardened bud.

“Then, let’s play,” she says finally. Her hand reaches up and closes around the tie, pulling it from my grasp.

I lean in again, grinding my cock against her lower back. “That’s my girl. Now, I’m going to need that.”

She pushes me backward, giving herself room to turn and look me in the eye. Her eyes roam downward, and she takes in the sight of me fully for the first time, completely naked and very, very aroused.