Page 217 of The Owner's Temptation

“Let’s go home,” I trail my hand up her leg, slow and hungry.

“Yours or mine?”

“Mine,” I answer, my smirk curling. “I have a surprise for you.”

She hums. “Does it involve me wearing just these heels and the new collar you left on my nightstand?—”

“I love the way your dirty mind works.” I try to part her legs but she pulls her knees back together.

“One condition,” she cuts in, leaning closer, her foot still pressed to me. Her skirt hikes higher with each move.

I narrow my eyes. “You always have to argue, don’t you, little rabbit?”

She swings her leg over and settles in my lap, arm curling around my neck, her lips a breath from mine.

“Let me take care of your shoulder first.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

I slide my hand under her skirt, fingers spreading over bare thighs. She moans softly when I grind up into her, my cock hard beneath her and getting harder by the second.

“If you sit here much longer, I’m going to fuck you right on this desk.”

She slides off my lap slow, deliberate—her fingers grazing my chest, my cock. Teasing like she doesn’t know I’m already two seconds from losing control. But she does. She knowsexactlywhat she’s doing.

She moves toward the door with that little smirk on her lips and murmurs, “Hm. I have a much better idea.”

My growl follows her down the hall, rough and low. A promise. A threat. I don’t know which yet. I just know I’m already rock hard and following her like a fucking puppy.

We make it home in record time, walking down the hall together in step. Because I can’t stop from touching her. Kissing her.

I press her against me as she leads us forward. My arms wrap around her, my mouth is on her neck, sweeping her hair out of the way.

She opens the door to our bedroom—mine, but she’s made it hers in a hundred quiet ways—and gestures for me to step inside.

I do.

She closes the door behind us.

When I turn, she’s already moving. Her hand grasps my throat, pushing me against the door. Her other hand around my cock, squeezing the fucking life out of me and I swear, I could come right now.

Fuck.

“Sienna,” I say, voice low and tight.

She raises a brow. “No, you’re going to listen.” She grips me. Her fingers around my shaft, stroking me over my pants. “I want you to take your clothes off.”

She rips my shirt open; her hot mouth immediately moves to my nipple. Her hand back on my cock. God I love this side of her.

“You’re going to get on the bed.”

Sienna licks my nipple, keeping her eyes on me before she bites me. Marking me as hers. And I’ll wear it with fucking pride. In fact, she’s coming with me for a new tattoo tomorrow and she’s going to bite me again. Then I’ll wear it forever like a badge of honor.

“You’re going to be my whore tonight, Devil.” Oh, hell yes. “My fucktoy.”

She takes my bottom lip between her teeth and pulls. “And I’m going to take everything I want from you. And you,” She slaps me. Just hard enough for the sting to send a pulse right to my cock. “you’re going to let me use you, aren’t you?”

She raises one sharp eyebrow waiting for my answer.

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