Page 23 of Heart of Stone (Dark Billionaires)

“Thank you,” Kate called after her. The slam of the door left her alone in the car with the security guard. “Did you know she was a prostitute the entire time?” she asked him quietly, tightly holding her sagging dress.

“Yep.”

Twiddling her thumbs awkwardly, Kate nodded, feeling more like an idiot with every second that passed. She watched Adina walk back up towards the main road in the rear-view mirror. “Good.”

“Yep.”

Up ahead, light spilled onto the pavement. Warren stalked out of the doorway, his expression set into a heavy frown. A flame sparked within her when she remembered his voice rumbling in her ear as she touched herself.Feed me your orgasm, kitten.

His steps quickened when he saw the second security guard standing outside the car, and they shared a few terse words before he climbed into the driver’s seat.

“I’ll leave you.” The security guard sitting next to her stepped out of the car.

Leaving her alone with Warren’s emerald eyes glaring at her in the mirror.

The engine purred into life, a sharp contrast to the overloud sounds of the cars back home on the council estate. He didn’t say a word on their drive back to Regent’s Park. The light from every passing car seemed to strip her bare, pressing her further into the seat.

When they arrived back at the flat, Kate went to open the door.

“Stay,” he told her. Like a dog.

She was tempted to hiss at him like a cat.

A moment later, Warren was beside her door, holding his jacket out for her. With a small smile, Kate slinked into it, sucking his dizzying scent into her lungs. Its warmth made her shiver.

What would it be like to have the real thing?

Kate gave herself a mental shake as her thoughts descended into filth. She followed Warren into the flat, watching as the frowning bodyguard that had stood watch whilst she was talking with Adina climbed into the driver’s seat, steering the car off into the night.

“Where do they take the cars?” she asked, squinting at the bright lights in the apartment building.

Warren placed his thumb on the scanner next to the lift to Rhys’s flat. The bruising on his knuckles had turned into a sickly yellow. She wondered what the corresponding bruises on her father looked like. The scanner flashed green a moment later, giving them access to the lift. “An underground carpark round the back.”

When they walked into Rhys’s flat, Warren’s hand shot around her elbow. The lights flickered on as they traversed the corridor, all the way to the bedroom.

In a single fluid movement, Warren had her pinned up behind the bedroom door. He held both of her hands in one of his. “I’m told you flashed my entire security team.”

“Accidentally,” she panted, trying and failing to sound indignant. Her dress began to move down her body now she was no longer holding it up.

He ground his erection into her stomach, his anger turning into a smouldering grin at her breathy gasp. “Are you wearing the lingerie that Rhys mentioned?”

“Only if you tell me what you learnt from the brothel,” Kate countered. “Or what you did.”

“If we’re bargaining, kitten,” he rasped, “I’ll want much more than a confirmation.” He trailed his free hand down between her heaving breasts. “I’ll want to touch.”

“Touch me where?”

“Let’s start here, shall we?” he smirked, cupping her breast.

Desperately trying to look as though her inner trollop wasn’t squealing with glee, Kate nodded. “Over my bra.”

“Fine.” With one hand, Warren wrenched the remains of her dress away, leaving her far too exposed. Bending down, he growled at the lacy black bra encasing her breasts. Without padding, there was little more than transparent mesh shielding her nipples. He passed a lazy thumb over one, sparking a jolt that pooled between her legs.

Kate couldn’t bite back the sound that escaped her, a gasp of shocked arousal. “Warren!”

“I learnt nothing in the brothel,” he whispered, staring directly at her breasts. “I did nothing in the brothel.”

“Wait,what?”

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