Relentless (Renegades 4)

As if she meant to snap his one thread of resistance, she looked up at him with those big blue eyes, all smoky with desire-the way he'd dreamed she'd look at him again for seven fucking years, and said what he'd dreamed she'd say to him again for seven fucking years. “More. I want more.”

Desperation gnawed a hole through his heart. He gripped her arms, closing his fingers tight, and met her gaze deliberately. “You don't want more of me, angel. We're from different worlds.”

He pushed her back, but even the relief of getting all that skin off him didn't help, because now she was on full, gorgeous display in nothing but a thong and heels, and she wasn't grappling for her clothes.

He reached for the bra he'd dropped on the stage and the dress at her feet, but she was still standing there with that hot gaze on him when he straightened.

“I'm willing to give you what you need-”

He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and fisted her hair, fighting to hold his voice down. “You have no fucking idea who I am or what I need.”

She pulled in a sharp breath but looked more confused than scared. “Then tell me.”

He needed to get her the hell away from him before he took exactly what he wanted, exactly the way he wanted it.

“The way I need to fuck you is not nice. It's not slow or sweet. I need to fuck you hard and dirty. I need to hear you scream and beg. I need to fuck you by my rules, cuffed and tied. I need to hear the sound of leather smack your bare ass, need to see red welts rise on your tits.”

Her eyes were wide. Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. He was finally reaching her. But she wasn't running yet, so he lied some more.

“I need to fuck you anywhere you can take it, and I need you to do exactly what I say, exactly where I say, exactly when I say.” He paused, let it all sink in, while all he could think about was what he really needed: her perfect body on a featherbed, somewhere quiet and extremely private. Where he could kiss and touch her and make her writhe with pleasure, not pain. “Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes. And, yes, I still think you're exactly what I need.”

He shook her, angry she didn't run from him. “How would you know?”

“Because I'm dripping wet.”

Fire flared through his body, licking his cock, filling his balls, rising through his belly. “Then why are you shaking?”

“I'm excited.”

“You're scared.”

“A little,” she admitted. “But I'm channeling my anxiety into exactly what I want-you.”

The hell of this was, she didn't want him. She wanted the stranger she thought he was. And that hurt. It hurt on top of all the other hurt. Which helped Troy gain perspective.

This was no fantasy. This was no reunion. This was…nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just like every other fuck he had here. Every other fuck he'd had over the last seven years.

Nothing.

The only thing he could do with this opportunity was turn it into what he'd hoped for in the beginning

, a chance to put Giselle behind him once and for all.

“I don't play games.” His gut felt as heavy as concrete. “There are no safe words. No means no. Stop means stop. If you use either of those words, whatever's happening will instantly end. I'll walk out. It will be over. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Her eyes were wide, flooded with a mixture of relief, trepidation, and excitement, which made him crazy. “Yes, I understand.”

Fine. He had an out. Because based on what he knew of Giselle, she might talk big, but she wouldn't be able to handle the kind of sex delivered at a sex club.

Giselle forced herself not to drag her dress from his hand to cover up for the short walk to a cozy corner room. At least it looked cozy at first glance, but as the devil let the single drape fall closed over the opening, Giselle darted a look around.

Her gaze passed over a strangely shaped lounge, mirrors, hooks on the wall holding…

“Choose a collar,” he ordered behind her, making her jump. “A wide one.”

She was shivering with nerves, with lust, with a dark streak of the unknown. But he had already pushed her past every boundary she'd never believed herself capable of hurdling. In their short time together, he'd taught her a simple but powerful lesson on harnessing anxiety and putting it to use in powerful ways. And she believed he had a lot more to offer-more wisdom, more insight, more pleasure.