I smirked at her. “I was thinking I’d dress you up in some very, very slutty clothes every morning. I’d make you parade around the house, cooking, cleaning, straightening up. And each night, I’d strip you down and fuck you in as many filthy, dirty, nasty ways as I can imagine.”
She stared at me, mouth hanging open, then took a breath. “Okay,” she said. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
I laughed. “You can’t handle it though. You couldn’t handle a man like me.”
“Oh, I think you’re wrong about that,” she said.
“Prove it then.” I leaned over her and kissed her lips, taking her wrists and pinning them above her head. I bit her nipple and made her gasp. “Sleep in my bed with me tonight.”
She tilted her head and looked surprised. “Really?” she asked.
“Really. Come sleep in my bed tonight.”
“It’s late,” she said. “And I don’t think you’ll really let me sleep.”
“No, I probably won’t,” I said.
She pulled her wrist away and sat up. I looked at her as she stared at the floor. She seemed to think about something before she grabbed her clothes off the floor and stood. She stepped into her panties then pulled her shirt on.
“Another night then,” she said.
I tilted my head and smiled. “I thought so.”
“This doesn’t mean I can’t handle you. I just… I just need sleep. So I can think straight.”
“Whatever you say, little Colleen.”
She glared at me then shook her head. “You can’t do this to me, you know.”
“I can and I already have.”
She clenched her jaw then let out a breath. “Fine. I’ll see you in the morning.” She turned and walked upstairs.
I stared at her ass until she disappeared behind the wall.
“Damn,” I whispered to myself then picked up my whisky again.
I would’ve liked to have her in my bed. But sooner or later, she won’t be able to deny it. She’s still fighting this, still acting like whatever’s happening between us is just some strange fling.
I know better. I’m her prince, her dangerous, dark prince, and she’s going to be my princess.
The sooner she figures that out, the more fun we’ll have.
16
Colleen
I woke up early the next morning with his words still ringing in my ears.
Come sleep in my bed tonight.
I yawned and stretched then stared at the ceiling. I tried to figure out why I turned him down after giving him my body and letting him make me feel good.
Maybe there was a distinction between sex and everything else. I could handle his hands and his lips on my skin, but the idea of snuggling close to him in bed felt far more intimate. Even still, as I stretched my legs and kicked the sheets off, I thought maybe I should have taken him up on his offer. It might have been nice to sleep with someone by my side, and to wake up with another person in the bed.
And he wanted it, which surprised me.
I didn’t know what it meant, that he was ready for a higher level of intimacy than I was.
As I got up and walked into the bathroom, there was a knock at my door. I hesitated and looked down at myself. I was wearing a white tank top and a pair of black boy shorts underwear.
“Come in,” I said.
Steven opened the door and stepped inside. He wore a white button down tucked into black trousers. His eyes moved from the back over to where I stood framed in the bathroom door. He tilted his head and a smile came across his lips.
‘Good morning,” he said. “I’m happy you’re not putting pants on for me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I just got up.”
He gestured at a pile of clothes on the floor a few feet away with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I think I like you more when you’re wearing less.”
I gave him a stare and crossed my arms. “What do you want?” I asked.
“We’re going for a drive,” he said. “Get showered and dressed. We’re leaving in an hour.”
“And do I get a say in this?” I asked.
“No, you don’t,” he said. “So get dressed and be down soon. I’ll make you breakfast, if you want.”
“No, thanks.” I turned from him, pulling my tank top up just a bit more to give him a nice view of my ass. “Be down soon.”
I smiled to myself as I caught his eyes in the mirror, staring right at my butt, right where I wanted. He smirked and caught me looking at him in the mirror then grinned and left the room. I felt a little thrill run down my spine and I didn’t know what I was doing, teasing a mobster and a killer like that, but I couldn’t help myself.
It was the way he looked at me, like he wanted to rip off my clothes at any moment. I’d never been the object of someone’s attention like that before, and it felt good. It was pure, intense lust, plus a little something else mixed in. I wanted more of that look, more of those eyes moving down my body, picturing what we could do if only he could strip me naked and taste my lips.
I pushed those thoughts away and got ready. I showered, dressed, and headed downstairs a half hour later with my phone clutched in my hands. I still hadn’t turned it back on and didn’t know when I would.
Steven sat at the kitchen table with a laptop open. He sipped coffee and gestured at the kitchen. “Made a fresh batch,” he said.
I nodded and walked past him. I poured myself a mug and leaned against the counter for a moment before making toast and eggs. He seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing, and I couldn’t help my curiosity. When I finished cooking, I carried my plate to the table and sat across from him as I ate.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Looking at something,” he said without looking up.
“Oh thanks,” I
