Page 231 of The Delta's Rogue
He runs that chain through his fingers, and I shiver and whimper.
“Mine,” he growls. His hands cup my face, which he tilts higher, exposing my entire neck to him. “All fucking mine.”
My whimpers morph into little moans as he closes in on me with slow steps.
“Starting now,” he says, “the only words you’re allowed to say tonight are my name, and ‘yes, sir’. Every time you say something else, I’ll delay your orgasm by two minutes. If you do it too many times, you won’t get to come at all tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Maybe I’ll test the waters later, but right now, I’m clay beneath his touch and his gaze. I’ll do whatever he wants me to do.
“Good girl.”
Fuck me. Oh Goddess, fuck me. Every time he says that, I’m ruined, and tonight is no exception.
Arousal gushes from my pussy, and I groan—loud and long—as he gathers my hair in his fist, tugs on it, and nips at my marking spot.
“Patience,” he reminds me. “I promise I’ll give you everything you need tonight. But not here.”
He backs away. If he wasn’t holding my hand in an iron grip, I think I might collapse into a heap on the greenhouse roof.
We speed walk off the roof and through the palace’s enclosed upper floors. The navy-blue drapes, the arched windows, and the potted calla lilies pass by us in a blur as Sebastian drags me down a hall on the opposite side of the palace from our suite of rooms.
“Where are we going?” I ask before I can stop myself.
He whirls around and stalks towards me. I back away, but I’m trapped by the wall. He rests his forearm above me and leans over me, preventing me from escaping. His lips hover right above mine like he’s about to kiss me, but I know better.
“Are you supposed to ask questions?”
“N—” I clamp my mouth shut as he raises a brow at me, and I shake my head no instead.
He traces my lower lip with his thumb. “This pretty mouth is going to get you into so much trouble, isn’t it?”
I resist the urge to reply. As much as I want to snap back at him, to be a brat, I want whatever he has in store for me tonight more. I’ve been waiting for it, on edge all day as I conjured up all sorts of intense, sensual, kinky ideas of what he might do to me now that I’m collared.
He breathes roughly as he hovers over me and holds back from kissing me, his hand sliding from my mouth to my hip. He’s so tall, so powerful, so massive compared to me.
My palm smooths his lapel, and I peer up at him. He said I can’t say anything. But he never said I can’t touch him back. Not yet anyway.
His fingertips dig into my ass. My breaths match his. The heat in his eyes tells me he’s a heartbeat away from taking me right here in the palace hallway.
Am I terrible for wanting him to?
“Don’t be naughty,” he warns, snatching my hand away from his chest. “Naughty girls don’t get to come.” With that, he leads me the rest of the way to our destination. “Honeysuckle,” he says into the tiny box by the door.
He shoots me a smile as the bolt unlocks, and then he whisks me through the door. It shuts behind us with a loud click, but I barely notice it. I’m too stunned by the room in front of me.
Our very own private sex room, right here in the palace, with an enormous bed, a large chest of drawers that I assume is full of toys and props, and Goddess only knows what else, and two doors on either side of the room leading into other rooms.
He watches me closely as I take it all in. “We won’t always be able to leave the island to go to my club in California. I want to open one here, but for now…”
“It’s perfect.”
His brows raise, and I exhale in annoyance at myself.
He set me up for that one. I know he did.
“It’s bare bones at the moment.” He wraps his arms around me so his hands rest on my upper thighs. “We can add more to it together.”
