He might be kind. Generous. Handsome.
Of course, he might not be.
“It’s my lot in life,” she said. “No point bemoaning it.”
“If you say so.” His thumb swept over her lower lip. “Question time. Are you a virgin?”
“No.” She laughed. “I might be a princess, but being a virgin on your wedding night is not a requirement to hold that title.”
He nodded once. “What are you looking to get out of this, besides an orgasm?”
“Uh…” Her cheeks went red hot. “I’m not certain what you’re asking.”
“One night, like we talked about earlier? Two nights? The whole time you’re here?” He hauled her against his body, their legs glued to one another’s. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you, just like I promised.”
“One night,” she said, her heart racing. “It’s all I can give. After that, I’ll be—”
He pressed a finger to her lips. “You don’t need any more explanations. If you only a have a night to give me, then it’s all I’ll take.” His fingers travelled down her throat, hovering over her racing pulse. “But understand this. I’m not a hesitant or sweet lover. You’ll succumb to me in every way, and in return, I’ll make you come so hard you won’t be able to stop thinking about me without feeling my lips on your pussy.” He tightened his grip on her shoulder. “You might own a fucking country, but tonight…I own you. Understood, Princess?”
She gasped, her stomach tightening at his naughty words. She’d never, ever been spoken to like that. Never talked dirty. It was a heady rush that she was doing it now. Here. With him. “I understand.”
He lowered his face to hers, their lips a scant inch apart. “Are you sure you want this? I’m only going to ask you this one time. You’re a grown ass woman, so I won’t ask you if you’ve changed your mind every other step we take toward that bed.”
“I want this.” She reached out and curled her hands around his nape, her fingers brushing the soft curl that rested just below his ear. “I want you.”
“Then you’re fucking mine,” he said. “You have been since you sat next to me in that coffee shop.”
She nodded frantically, needing him to get on with it. To claim her. “Yes. I’m yours.”
He growled and closed the distance between them, his lips crashing to hers. The second they touched, she knew that this would be unlike any experience she’d ever had. Gordon was undeniably sexy, and she was attracted to him more so than she’d ever been attracted to another man before, but that wasn’t what would make this so different.
It was him, and the way he made her feel. Every single caress, every soft move he made, sent a surge of lust crashing through her veins. He said he’d own her tonight, and he was right. He totally did.
Without breaking contact with her lips, he swung her into his arms and headed for the stairs. He tasted like red wine and pure man, and his cologne teased her senses as he climbed the stairs, his muscles flexing as he supported her as if she weighed no more than a feather. She dug her nails into his shoulder, moaning into his mouth.
He kicked his bedroom door open and stalked across the room with long strides. His tongue rolled over hers as he lowered her to the soft mattress. The satin comforter soft against her bare feet was a direct contrast to his hard body on top of hers. As soon as they hit the bed, his hands were on her. Roaming down her shoulders, skimming over her hip, then curling under her butt to haul her closer.
His fingers dug in so deep that it stung, but she didn’t care.
It felt good.
As his tongue rolled over hers, he rested his weight on his elbows and slid his hand inside the opening of her robe. His fingers brushed her knee, then crept inch by slow inch upward, toward her thigh. When he brushed against the line of her panties, he stopped. “So fucking sweet.”
She cried out and arched her hips, the burning need inside of her demanding he keep going. “More. Don’t stop.”
“Excuse me?” He curled his hand around her thigh, his fingers firmly yet gently holding her in place. “Are you commanding me to do something?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I am.”
He tsked. “That’s going to be a problem, Princess. I’m in charge
in this bed. Not you.”
“Seriously?” she asked breathlessly.
“I take this very seriously.” He snaked his hand up her thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing the bottom of her butt. He caressed her gently. Tenderly. “You talk back? You get punished. On your knees, Princess.”
She gasped, her heart clenching as tight as her core at his words. “What? Why?”