Page 60 of His Rules

There was something quite sinful about having a man I didn’t know open the door and hold out his hand to help me step outside. I suddenly felt like a princess instead of a regular girl. I had to admit, it felt damn good.

Sebastian whisked me from the car, taking my hand as possessively as he’d done everything else. As we strode through the lobby of the Ritz Carlton, I was struck by how impressed everyone who passed us seemed to be. There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t watching us, stopping long enough to follow where we were going with their eyes. It was another first, the hotel one of the most expensive in the city.

The magical moment continued although in the back of my mind, a thought remained that this couldn’t last. He was a prince and I was a plain Jane with no pedigree. While there was a half dozen people waiting to enter the elevator, none followed us when the doors opened.

We were all alone inside.

He crowded my space as he’d done before, only this time planting both hands on either side of me. As he pressed the full weight of his body against mine, tiny prisms of light floated around my periphery of vision.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do with you?” His question was rhetorical. He would do anything he damn well pleased. We both knew I had absolutely no control.

The feeling of floating on air didn’t stop, the longing only boosted from the feeling of his hard cock. My pussy clenched and released several times and when he bent his head, nuzzling against my neck, several husky moans rushed past my lips. How could anything so wrong for me feel so right?

His tongue was shoved into my ear, his hot breath keeping my body electrified. I was breathless, clutching his jacket with both hands. He nipped my earlobe, issuing several guttural growls. He was the beast and I was his prey.

My mind soared from the thought.

The pinging sound as the elevator reached its destination echoed in my ears. He moved down the hallway as if in urgent need, his fingers wrapped so tightly around mine there was no chance of escape.

Not that I wanted to.

With a quick flash of his card, the door was unlocked. As soon as I walked in, I was in awe of the incredible view, one almost identical to what we’d enjoyed during dinner. But I doubted I would get to see much of it.

I backed away, smoothing my hands down my dress as he ripped off his jacket, tossing it halfway across the room to land perfectly across the back of one of the chairs. This was a full living room complete with a piano.

Breathless, I moved around the side of the ebony instrument, rubbing my fingers on the glasslike surface. He ripped at his tie, his eyes never leaving me. The energy around him was like a wild beast’s, his nostrils flared like a bull.

“Remove your dress,” he commanded just as he was unbuttoning his shirt. “Keep the heels on.” The timbre of his voice was saturated with dark and demanding innuendos. There was nothing subtle about the man or the way he was looking at me.

I’d been drawn into his lair.

I bit my lower lip, swishing my hips back and forth. When he pointed his index finger at me, the gesture made me blush.

“Do not tease me or I’ll spank you with my belt.”

The vixen inside of me almost wanted to see if he would follow through with his promise. But I was too far gone, the desire already consuming every inch of me. My nipples ached, the tight corset taunting them every time I moved.

I slowly lowered first one strap of the dress then the other, holding the bodice in place for a few seconds. It was a pleasure watching him undress, taking his time to remove his cufflinks.They were black onyx and diamonds, something a powerful man like him would wear.

Yet I still craved seeing him in jeans.

He smirked as if sensing exactly what I was thinking, slowly unbuttoning and folding his shirtsleeves past his elbows. It was the first time I noticed a single tattoo on the inside of his forearm. The dagger caught my eye, the colorful design incredible, yet the choice seemed odd to me.

“Why the ink?” I dared to ask. It almost felt as if I was invading his space.

“A reminder to cut to the heart of the issue. To fix or consume.”

His words were profound. The man had been born and bred for great success. And he’d achieved that and more. He was worth billions, yet there were no photographs of him jetting off to various parts of the world, consumed with pleasure instead of the business he so seemed to enjoy.

He reached for his belt, lifting a single eyebrow as a reminder that he was completely in charge. I took a deep breath and allowed the material to fall to my hips, shimmying it the rest of the way to the floor. As I stepped out, his eyes narrowed, his chest heaving from his roar of desire.

“Turn around.”

I did as he ordered, taking my time to turn in a full circle.

“Beautiful. Continue.”

My fingers were trembling as I untied the corset a second time, removing the satin string with one hand and draping it on the piano. The corset fell easily to the floor. Standing only in heelsand a thong, a hint of embarrassment and guilt washed through me, but I did my best not to cover my breasts.

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