After all the observation I’d done on her, I knew how she liked to move. I insinuated myself against her, almost close enough to rub my thick cock against her, barely refraining from doing just that. Instead, I dipped with her then rocked when she did.
Her neck arched, her eyelashes fluttering as her lips parted just slightly.
When we pressed a little closer, her nipples were noticeably hard points against my chest, and I nearly let out a groan.
Again that defiant look flashed across her jet black irises.
The minx believed she was getting one over on me.
No chance.
Hooking an arm around her, I ratcheted her against me until we were molded together from top to bottom.
Her breath hitched the moment she felt my blatant erection nestled against her belly. Her expression faltered as heat escalated between us. And, as her hands fell to my shoulders, I began controlling the movements, a lot of slow gyrations and intentional grinding. I teased my fingers along her sides, over the bare flesh revealed by the crisscrosses of fabric. A thrilling array of goosebumps shivered across her skin in the wake of my skimming caresses.
When I slid my thigh over to brush against her mound, her fingers curled into my muscles.
“I thought you could use a better dance partner,” I said against her ear, my tone unmistakably frosty.
I was considering ordering Yasmin to find out the name of the tool who’d put the moves on Roya just so I could track him down later and slit his throat. As it was, I knew Yasmin was never going to stop harping about my stupidity for this dance alone.
Although a sigh left Roya’s lips when I just barely coasted my mouth against her neck, she was pulling back seconds later.
“I didn’t ask you to interfere.” Her curt words mirrored her stiffened stance.
“You sure as hell were dancing like you were asking for something,” I muttered blackly.
All motion stopped in a heartbeat. And speaking of heartbeats, Roya’s butterflied rapidly at the base of her neck.
“Arrogant.” She spoke fluent English as most did here, but with that sexy accent threading through, her cultured tones evident.
“Correct.” I kept her in the circle of my arms, tethering her to me.
Tethering.
Now that I’d felt her forbidden body rubbing all up against me, tying her up and teaching her some manners began to sound like a good idea.
Now that I’d touched her, smelled her, danced with her, I almost considered her my own personal property.
And that was a dangerous line of thinking.
“If you weren’t asking for something, why do you keep coming here, prinkípissa?”
Her irises flared, so I knew she understood the Greek word for princess clearly. Interesting.
She tried to tug away from me but got nowhere. “I like to dance. This is the only time I can escape. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Then why are you always gazing up there”—I notched my head toward the concealed viewing booth—“like you’re searching me out?”
“I do no such thing,” she replied testily.
Smirking, I let my gaze drift down to her breasts. She sucked in an answering breath, which only served to display the taut tips more.
“Why are your nipples so tight and hard?” I crudely asked.
A sweep of color splashed across her cheeks, and her lips popped open.
Before she could think of a comeback, I pressed on. “Why did you gasp when I whispered in your ear?”
She wrangled some more, but I held her effortlessly.
“You’re a smug beast.” Hissing, she batted her fists ineffectually against my chest. “I wouldn’t be attracted to you if you were the last man on the planet!”
I dragged her against me, squashing her hands between my chest and her breasts.
Leaning close to her face so the heat of my breath scorched across her sinfully red lips, I bit out, “I know who you are.”
“I know who you are too.” Roya injected pure poison into her dark eyes.
“You shouldn’t be here.” The sneer curling my lips was so cold, but there was no denying the lance of heat that arrowed straight to my groin because of this tempting female.
“Are you going to stop me? Toss me out, Aris? Report me to my father?” She sounded neither frightened nor fragile.
She sounded completely furious.
Her attitude pricked my temper, and I dropped my voice to a dangerously low tone. “I want you to stop coming here, Roya.”