Page 18 of Tyrant

“You’re marrying me. I’d like to believe I can spoil the woman who will become my wife.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Have you never been spoilt by a man?”

I reached for my water and took a sip, then set the glass down gently. “I have had to work hard for everything I have.”

“Tabitha. Let me spoil you a little, huh?”

“You don’t know me. It’s not like this is a love marriage.”

Another graceful smile blessed his face. “We’ll see.”

So that was it. My marriage to a man I just met would be less than a day away. We ended dinner on a cordial note, and he took me back to my hotel in his car. We rode the way in silence while he pored over documents he needed for work. I liked that there was no small talk. In fact, Zakhar didn’t do such nonsense, as he would put it. The silence gave me time to observe him some more and I came to know that he pinched his chin during intense concentration, and narrowed his eyes when he seem to make a decision.

When the car arrived, I was surprised that he got out as well and walked me inside. As we passed through the lobby, the clerk greeted him directly with a bow and ask if he was checking into his room. He declined.

“You have a room here?” I asked.

“The penthouse suite is permanently reserved for me here.”

“Aaah, I should have known,” I nodded. “Why don’t you stay the night. We can get to know each other some more, without your staff watching.”

He declined. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Silly me. You might have other plans.”

“I don’t.”

That stung a little. “Oh.”

He must have seen my smile disappear because his response had my pulse ticking aggressively. “If I stay, I cannot guarantee you’ll be safe.”

We’d moved to the elevator where he was watching my every move. “I’m not a little girl who’s afraid of the big bad wolf, you know. I was the one who originally suggested this.”

“That was two hours ago, things have changed.”

He moved closer. I knew things were different than when I walked into that restaurant. We both couldn’t get that kiss off our minds. I hadn’t had a man in ages and he … well, he could have any woman he wanted, including me. Yes, including me. Every minute spent with this tyrant was making my pussy walls pulsate with need.

“Have you any idea what I want to do you this minute?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. “From the moment we bumped into each other?”

“You bumped into me, remember?”

“I want to do more than just bump you. How about I thrust you up against this wall, spread your legs and sup your sweet nectar.”

He advanced some more, causing me to retreat, my back pressed against the hard metal surface of the elevator. I swore I wet my panties. The way he was looking at me, his voice and words caught me in a trap. I couldn’t move.

He wasn’t done with me, he leaned in closer, our lips almost touching. “I will have your sweet little pussy choke holding my thick cock before you know it, so you better be sure what you wish for.”

Bravely I countered, “You better make sure to actually choke me while I fucking come!”

That was not me, I swear, it wasn’t something I would normally say. But it was said, and I had to live by it. The lift stopped and Zakhar grabbed my hand and pulled me out when the doors opened. I hadn’t noticed we were inside the penthouse suite, but what the heck, here we were. By the time I took a deep breath and began to exhale, his jacket was tossed on the sofa, and he was loosening his tie.

So, things were accelerating too fast, and I didn’t know if I wanted to cut the speed. This wasn’t a one-night stand, I told myself. This was my fiancé who said he wanted to spoil me. We were going to have sex eventually anyway, so I decided this was just our test run. I could walk away if we weren’t compatible.

Setting my purse down on the end table I kicked off my shoes. “Where is the powder room. I need to freshen up.”

“Through there.”

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