Page 39 of Merciless Sinner

Alex stiffened. The space in the limousine grew painfully quiet except for the telltale signs of the road outside. “You aren’t interested in a sexual relationship with me?” His voice rang with disbelief.

I shook my head frantically. “No, no that’s not what I meant. I mean like that night with you and Jeremy. I don’t think I could handle the two of you.”

“What about just one? Me in particular. Do you want to see me again?”

“Of course I do, but—”

“Stop right there. Enough buts.” His arm wrapped around my waist and pressed me into his hard body. “I am going to enjoy putting you on your knees for your assumptions when it comes to my needs. In fact, you are right now in serious need of some correction.”

The hard rumble of his dominant voice did not hide the slight tremor I felt coming from him. For the first time, despite some of the things he’d said before, I got a true inkling of how serious he was about pursuing a relationship with me.

“I’m afraid if we let things continue, I’ll want more than just fun and games from you. I’ll get attached.” Again, who was I kidding? He’d have to be a fool not to see how much I cared already.

“When it comes to you, kitten, this is not a game. Don’t ask me to explain why yet though, because I don’t really understand it. We’re going to have to discover what this is between us together. Just you and me.”

Still feeling a little frozen in shock, I forced out another question. “What now then?” I still wasn’t comprehending what he wanted.

“I want you to submit your sexual pleasure to me. Just me. How far we’ll go is the journey I relish.”

“But—what about Jeremy? I thought you two were really close.”

“We are. But Jeremy can find his own woman. He’s not touching mine again.”

His possessive tone should have made me balk, but it didn’t. Instead his use of the word mine sent a shiver racing down my spine.

“Yours?” I asked, the question a little too breathless.

“Fuck yes. Mine. Should I spell out what that means?”

He didn’t have to because I could see it in his eyes. He was in total control.

“It’s not going to be easy. I have a lot to learn. Not to mention I get cranky.”

Alex laughed. “And stubborn too.” He pinched my thigh, grabbing my attention. “But we’ll work through it and I’ll spank you when I think you need it.”

I couldn’t help it, but I grew wetter every time he spoke to me in that deep voice I suspected came from a dark place. It made me all shivery. When his hand moved between my thighs, I groaned.

First he stroked me through the thin panties I wore but he quickly changed tactics and slipped his fingers underneath them. With the first touch of skin against clit my eyes slid closed and a low keening noise rumbled in my throat.

“You sure know how to sweet talk a girl,” I murmured. My doubts and denials crumbled in the face of the building release.

“I like watching you fall apart in my arms, Harper.” He pushed two thick fingers inside me.

I grabbed the handle in front of me, so lost in the myriad of sensations he worked me with. So out of touch with anything other than him playing my body like a musical instrument I nearly slipped to the ground when he shifted.

“I’m taking you home so I can properly give us both what we need tonight. Do you want to argue some more about that too?”

“No.” I gulped for a breath. I had complete faith that with him I’d be safe. He’d gone to great lengths to give me all the necessary safeguards from the very beginning. Alone in his home didn’t change anything. After I’d finally learned his name, I’d checked into him. Out of curiosity of course.

He lived a high-profile life in his wealthy circle. He’d also recently been hailed as a real estate genius and had the bank portfolio to prove it. The money mattered little to me other than the niggling in the back of my mind that I didn’t have the first clue how to be a girlfriend to a man of his stature. Or if I could even afford to.

There was a big difference between the affluence of my past and the gross wealth of Alex and his family.

And I needed to stay out of the spotlight…

“You’re thinking too hard again. Stop worrying. Not only does it make you screw up your face in the most unattractive way, it tells me that I need to work harder.” To that end he pushed on my shoulders until I dropped to my knees.

With my face at crotch level it was impossible to miss the hard-on he sported. My belly fluttered. He had an answer so far for every excuse I’d provided. In fact I believed that he’d keep calling me on them too. I liked that about him—a lot.

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