Page 397 of Cheaters: A Dark Romance Anthology

“Alright, Kitten, let’s go,” I command.

“I’m not done with my cake,” she argues.

“You have sixty seconds to finish…unless you want me to fuck you right here on this table.”

She uses up all sixty of those seconds, continuing to tease me. Thankfully, she stands up when I do, and I lead her out of the restaurant.

When I hold the door for her, and she walks past, I can’t help but stare at her ass. The thin material clings to the round globes, making me wonder what she has on underneath. I’ll find out soon enough.

I lead her over to the private elevator that leads to my penthouse. I scan my key card, and we step inside.

The elevator begins to take us up, but damnit, it’s taking forever. Katarina leans against the back wall, her arms holding onto the railing and her back slightly arched.

The sexual tension between us grows so thick you could cut it with a knife. When she looks at me with lust in her eyes, my resolve shatters.

Stepping in front of her, I lean down and press my lips against hers. That slight spark of electricity is all it takes for us to catch fire. We look at each other for a split second before our mouths attack each other once again.

I kiss her hard and rough, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She immediately opens for me, and my tongue dips between her lips and dances with hers.

Katarina’s arms wrap around my neck as I pin her between the wall and myself. She moans against my kiss, driving me crazy.

My mind is foggy as I want to do everything imaginable to her body but can’t figure out where to start. All I’m running on is pure lust, and the only thing that fills my senses is Katarina. She’s all fire and passion, and it’s intoxicating.

Needing more, I wrap her legs around me and lift her into my arms. She’s light as a feather, and I make a mental note to fuck her like this later on.

Just when things are getting really good, the elevator doors slide open. Still carrying her, I walk into the penthouse as the doors shut behind us. Not stopping in the living room, I take her straight into my bedroom.

Katarina kisses my neck the entire way, teasing me. Once we reach my bed, I set her down at the foot of it so she’s standing.

Kneeling in front of her, I undo the clasp on each of her shoes and gently pull them off her feet.

She glances around the room, taking it all in. Her eyes fixate on the leather cuffs attached to each corner of my four-poster bed. I can sense a little bit of apprehension coming off of her, so I say, “Not tonight, kitten.”

Once her shoes are off, I stand back up and use my fingers to drag the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. It falls to the floor in a heap of black fabric.

She steps away from it, and I take a long look at her. Her nipples pebble against the air, begging to be touched. Her lacey thong shows off her silky-smooth ass but covers the area I crave most.

Tired of waiting, I command, “Lie down.”

Chapter Seven

KATARINA

Dominic ordered me to get on the bed, and as much as the hellion in me screams to disobey, something else is screaming much louder--my libido

Maybe I should be scared or nervous, but from the moment he talked about fucking me in public at the restaurant, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about his cock inside me.

And then, he kissed me in the elevator, and I realized one fact that I’ve been trying to avoid: I think I’m just as excited about this week as Dominic is.

And the way he’s looking at me right now as I lie almost naked on his bed sets every inch of me ablaze.

My eyes lock on Dominic, who begins removing his own clothing. First, he slides the suit jacket off his broad shoulders. The red button-up shirt looks like it was tailored to fit perfectly to his solid chest.

My mouth practically waters as he pulls the shirttail out of his pants and undoes all the buttons. When he pulls it off, I get a good look at his hard chest and stomach. He doesn’t have a defined six-pack, per se, but he is rock solid.

Speaking of solid, his cock is standing at full attention, and I can’t wait to see it without the pants.

But apparently, Dominic intends to make me wait a bit longer because with his pants still on, he climbs onto the bed, his knees sinking into the soft mattress.

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