Page 54 of Power

I turned back to Shyam, who had given the driver my gifts to put in the trunk. I was angry at him for being a jerk to Blake. Even though the guy couldn’t take the hint that I wasn’t interested, Shyam had been out of line with the way he’d acted. I glared at him.

“Get inside, Amelia. It’s cold,” he barked at me.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. You were so rude to my friend.” I crossed my arms over my chest, standing my ground.

“Friend? He wanted to throw you on the table and fuck you in the middle of dinner.” His voice grew louder. Anyone walking by could hear us.

“You’re being dramatic. He just has a crush on me. It’s harmless.”

“Guys aren’t as innocent as you think. I know what they’re thinking. And it’s more devious than your innocent mind can imagine.”

“Not all guys are horny cave men like you,” I shot back, putting my hands on my hips.

“Jaan, they are. Now, get in the car before I put you inside myself.” He totally would, too.

I stomped my way to the car and got inside. I’d be damned if he was going to manhandle me in public.

“Take me home,” I said as he slid into the car.

“I’ll take you wherever I want to.” He really was infuriating.

I turned my body to face the window as we rode in silence. We pulled up to his penthouse in the city. At least we hadn’t gone to his weekend house, or I’d have had to sit in the car next to him, stewing in my anger, for even longer.

I rushed to open the door myself and jumped out before he could come around to help me. I left my presents in the trunk, too annoyed to retrieve them.

He yanked my arm like a child and dragged me through the lobby. There were a few people who stood back, gawking in silence. This was in stark contrast to the last time I had visited this place, when he had been so gentle and loving with me. This time, he dragged me all the way to the elevators.

The doors opened to his penthouse. I marched into the living room, even madder than I had been before, and threw my clutch and coat on the floor. “I’m not a fucking child. You can’t treat me like that in public.”

“Are you embarrassed that your little boyfriend got his feelings hurt?” He stalked up to me, invading my personal space.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.Youmade sure of that.” My words had dual meanings, referring not only to Blake.

His eyebrows furrowed with annoyance. He threw me over his shoulder barbarically and stormed upstairs to his room.

I flailed my arms and legs to get free, hitting his back with my fists. “Put me down.” My dress rode up my ass, flashing his face.

He smacked my ass hard. “Shut up.”

He threw me down hard onto the bed. I scrambled to get away, but he grabbed me before I could set my feet on the floor and pushed me back down. He pulled off his belt and wrapped it around his hands a few times, looking like the picture of dominance. His pupils were dilated with desire, while his cock was straining against his pants to be freed. This turned him on—having me at his mercy.

He grabbed my wrists and tied them together, wrapping the end of the belt around them. He yanked hard on his knot so that the leather cut into my flesh, then flipped me over onto my stomach and tied the other end of the belt to the base of the headboard—so that I stayed flat on my belly.

I pulled on the restraint and couldn’t break loose. “Let me go!” I yelled.

“Not until you learn that you are mine.”

I heard clothing drop to the floor behind me. The mattress dipped under me, and I felt the heat from his body on the backs of my thighs. He yanked on my hips, causing my ass to rise as I rested on my knees for support. My ass was on full display for him.

My breasts pushed into the mattress since I didn’t have my arms to prop myself up. I turned my face to the side so I could see what he was doing behind me. He pushed the hem of my dress up higher, to my waist, and forced my thong down my thighs. I shivered as I felt cool air skim over my wet folds. Strong hands kneaded my fleshy cheeks. My breathing was out of control.

“So perfect.” His warm tongue licked at my slit, tasting me. I moaned at the contact. He moved lower to my clit and massaged it. My body responded instantly, tensing as it chased its climax. He continued to work me, sending me screaming as I fell over the edge.

Before I had a chance to recover, he slammed his cock into my me. I was still so sensitive from my release, and the feeling was too much for me to handle. He pumped hard into me, slapping his balls against my clit.

“I can’t,” I pleaded with him to give me a break.

He pulled out of me.

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