Page 10 of Tempting Frankie
I stumble into my shitty apartment, kicking off my shoes and collapsing onto my bed. Thank fuck, Kat has a late bartending shift tonight.
My hand slides into my pants before I can stop myself, fingers finding my clit. I'm so wet, it's almost shameful.
“Goddamn it,” I moan, rubbing tight circles over my swollen clit. It feels good, but it's not enough. I need more. I need...
The image of Alexander's face flashes through my mind. His green eyes dark with hunger, jaw clenched as he growled that he was going to own me. My hips buck against my hand as I imagine him here, pinning me to this cheap mattress and fucking me senseless.
“Oh god,” I whimper, shoving two fingers inside myself. It's not enough, not nearly enough. I need to be stretched and filled, need to feel owned and claimed.
I come with a strangled cry, cunt clenching around my fingers. But the orgasm is unsatisfying, leaving me frustrated and aching for more.
“Fuck,” I groan, staring up at the water-stained ceiling. What the hell am I going to do?
Chapter 5
Alexander
Istorm into my penthouse, blood still boiling at the fact she’s an Infinity girl. The door slams behind me as I loosen my tie, pouring three fingers. Francesca's disobedience burns in my mind—her flashing eyes, the sting of her palm against my cheek. My cock throbs painfully, straining against my pants.
Fingers twitch with the need to put her over my knee and spank her peachy ass.
“Stubborn little brat,” I growl, downing the drink in one swallow. The burn does nothing to quell the fire in my veins. I need to possess her, to claim every inch of her, every hole.
I grab my phone, scrolling through contacts until I find the number I need. It rings twice before a sultry voice answers.
“Mr. Steele, what a pleasure. How may I assist you this evening?”
“Cut the bullshit, Vivian,” I snap. “I need information on one of your girls. Francesca DeLuca.”
There's a pause on the other end of the line. “I'm afraid I can't divulge information about our companions, Mr. Steele. Perhaps I could interest you in?—”
“I'll pay whatever it takes,” I interrupt. “I want exclusivity. Cancel all her pending bookings. I'll cover any cancellation fees.”
“Mr. Steele,” Vivian's voice is cautious now. “That's highly irregular. Our companions set their own schedules, and Ms. DeLuca is quite independent.”
I grit my teeth, cock throbbing at the thought of Francesca's stubborn defiance. “I don't give a fuck about your policies, Viv. Name your price.”
There's a long pause. I can practically hear the gears turning in Vivian's head, weighing the risk against the potential payout.
“Very well,” she says finally. “I'll need to speak with Ms. DeLuca, of course. But I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. Shall we say $50,000 for a month of exclusivity?”
I bark out a laugh. “Make it $300,000. And I want three months, minimum.”
Vivian's sharp intake of breath is audible even through the phone. “Alexander, that's incredibly generous. I'll speak with Ms. DeLuca immediately and have the contract drawn up.”
“Good,” I growl. “And Viv? Make sure she understands that this is non-negotiable. I want every second of her time.”
“Of course, Mr. Steele. I'll be in touch shortly with the details.”
I hang up without another word, cock painfully hard. I imagine Francesca's face when she gets the news. Those big eyes flashing with anger, full lips parted in shock.
No doubt she’ll spill filthy words from her plush lips as she curses me the hell out.
My hand drifts to my zipper, freeing my aching length. I stroke myself roughly, picturing Francesca in front of me.
I grip my cock harder as I let my imagination run wild and wicked. In my mind, she's naked, her lush curves accentuated by an intricate web of red rope. The shibari bindings crisscross her body, framing her full chest and wrapping around her thickthighs. Her hands are bound behind her back, forcing her chest out.
“Fuck,” I groan, stroking faster. My dick throbs in my fist as I imagine grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. Those expressive orbs would glare up at me, defiant even as she kneels at my feet.
