Page 30 of Mister Stark

I stepped back into the hallway. “I’ll just get the next one.”

Daxon blew out a breath of frustration, threw his arm out, and stopped the doors from closing. “No, princess, get on the damn elevator.”

I glared back at him with a challenge. “Make me, daddy.”

He stepped forward between the doors and bit his lip. The glare of displeasure shone in his eyes and he fixed his suit jacket. His hand loosened his tie, and he pressed his lips together. He did a number on me in my tight black dress. His eyes fucked me to the point I felt underdressed, but I wouldn’t scurry away that easily.

“Shall I tell my son about our brief encounter the other day, where you watched me fuck my latest cunt and hid in my office closet?” Daxon dared as he fired a warning glare at me.

“You wouldn’t dare...” I breathed with hatred as my nostrils flared at his threat, but I stood my ground.

“Oh, yes I would, young lady.” Daxon breathed with a raised eyebrow and stepped back into the elevator. “Now, get on.”

I let out an irritated huff, shot my nose up in the hair and got on his stupid elevator. I knew he meant business and when it came down to it, his word meant everything. If I didn’t do exactly what daddy wanted, his threat would hold true. He’d have his way and I couldn’t let him.

“Good girl, princess.” He breathed in a husky undertone as he leaned against the elevator wall and crossed his arms.

I hated to admit it, but the look suited him as I glanced over and the elevator doors shut. The look of a man in control and dominated everything around him. He wasn’t just wise, but he was cocky. Bullheaded and infuriating. But he looked so damn good.

Now, I was completely alone with him. My future father-in-law to be. Forced into this elevator with a man who was my worst enemy.

I turned my back to him and ignored his look of triumph. My reluctance to let him know he’d won this round made me hide it from him. He didn’t deserve to see the look of fury on my face. So, he could look at my backside instead, but I was sure he was admiring the view.

My backside burned from his eyes as I looked at the buttons and saw he had already pressed for the main floor. My skin crawled with fiery tension and I knew his eyes caused it. I felt it from the back of my head all the way to my heeled feet. But the feeling would last extra longer on my plump ass.

As the elevator moved towards the main floor, I gave my hair a flick with my hand and ran my hand down my shoulder. It gently grazed my dress strap, and it fell from my shoulder. I moved my hair to the side, and it remained bare. Only naked skin exposed for his eyes and I swore I heard a groan escape his throat.

Two could play daddy’s torturous game.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the elevator stopped abruptly. I fell backwards from the force, but Daxon caught me in his arms. My wide eyes stared up into his with my head resting against his arm, and he held me close.

Too close.

His masculine scent lingered around me and my lungs breathed him in. My breath paused because I didn’t want his aromatic scent to escape me. I wanted it trapped inside me forever.

His deep brown depths seared into my soul, and a hint of concern laid within them. His eyes narrowed together, and he was just as caught off guard as I was. This was the second time today I had ended up in his arms. It was the second time today I had never felt so alive in my life. And that very thought scared the shit out of me.

“I’m... I’m sorry, I...” I stammered as I found my voice and continued to look up into his eyes.

His face was bright with the silhouette of the elevator light behind his head. It made his salt and pepper hair very noticeable, but it was so sexy. His skin looked smooth, and I wanted to reach out to touch it. Run my hand over his late-night stubble and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Don’t apologize, princess...” He breathed as his warm breath touched my lips and his eyes searched my lips. “You’re so damn good at teasing me.”

The very thought I could make him squirm brought a grin to my mouth and his eyes took notice. A hint of mischief played within their depths, and I couldn’t turn away. He caught me up in his spell and the curse he put me under made my lacy lingerie wet. My pussy ached for him when it shouldn’t, but I stood no chance.

Wrapped up in him, he was my kryptonite.

Daxon made me weak. He made me vulnerable. He made me his.

I wanted him when I knew I shouldn’t. This game he made me a part of was going to have consequences and I needed to put a stop to it. Fast.

“And what would your son think of that?” I shot back with an attitude and watched his eyes turn cold.

Reality set back in and I stood up. I fixed my dress after he released me, but my body grew cold without his touch. I ignored my body’s reaction and looked around the compact elevator. My gaze fell on the buttons and wandered over towards them. I ran my hand along each one, but it was no use. The elevator wouldn’t move and we were stuck here. I was stuck with him and there was no way out.

My throat closed in and I felt a panic hit me, but anger guided me. “We’re stuck here. I’m trapped with you and it’s all your fault.”

“My fault?” He let out a shallow laugh, groaned as his hand ran over his mouth and pointed right at me. “This is all your fault, young lady.”

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