Saint’s lips firm. "Leave."
My toes curl, my scalp prickles… and the hair on my forearms rises. Jesus, no man should have a voice like that. My arm shakes. The woman passes me, then bolts.
Silence descends. A beat, another.
I hold Saint’s gaze, tip up my chin.
Two can play this game. I will not be intimidated. Will not be coerced into breaking the silence. I stare down the barrel of my pistol, at the rat’s ass of a man in my cross hairs.
He relaxes into the chair. The soft material of his pants outlines the contours of his powerful thighs. Don't look there, don't. I glance at his crotch, which is unzipped. His dick arrows up. Is it thicker than what I remember it to be? Nah, that must be my imagination, surely—
"My face is up here," he drawls.
I jerk my chin up. His lips curl in a smirk, and moisture instantly pools at my core. Damn the man, he knows the effect he has on me. So what? I tighten my grip on the gun. I hold the weapon. So why does it feel like the one between his legs is more lethal? Jesus, cliché much?
"You do need to up your game, Gigi." He tilts his head.
Anger squeezes my chest.
He is toying with me. Asshole is having fun at my expense. I’ll teach him what it means to sit on that lofty, privileged perch of his and sneer down his nose at those who have to fight for every bit of help, for every shred of kindness, for every soft word, tender touch…every gaze filled with love, tears, blood… "Shut up." My voice emerges—harsh, guttural. Nothing like the sophisticate I am trying to portray. I draw in a deep breath. My hand trembles.
Walk away, right now, while you can.
I can’t. I won’t. I have to face him down. I have to find a way to ensure that I come out of this with some small shred of my dignity intact.
He grips his gorgeous shaft, swipes it from root to tip.
My throat dries. Heat flushes my skin and sweat beads my palm.
"Stop that," I croak.
"Don’t tell me what to do." His command lashes across my skin. My fingers slip. The stuffing from the chair next to his head explodes, but he's already moving.
I hear the thud of his boots on the carpet, see a blur of movement, then the gun is knocked from my hand.
I hit the ground, face down. His heavy weight presses into me. His hardness stabs into the curve of my waist. Those solid thighs grip mine on either side. I am surrounded by him. Heat from his massive body slams into me, pins me down. Moisture dribbles out between my legs. I strain and he places his cheek next to mine, his breath raising the hair on my forehead.
"You have my attention, little Gigi."
He licks the shell of my ear.
Goosebumps pop on my skin. My vision narrows; my toes curl. "I want more than that." I shiver.
There’s a pause, then his chest vibrates. "What?" he growls.
"Take me as your sub."
7
I am given with pleasure when taken by force. What am I?
Answer: A kiss
Saint
"Do you have any idea what you're asking for?" I push back and flip her on her back.
Her green eyes deepen in color, glittering emeralds that cut through me, hurt me, scoop up every last drop of humanity left in me and render me incoherent.
"Well?" I glare at her.
"Y...yes." she stutters.
I rise to my feet and she pales.
"On your knees," I growl.
She hesitates.
I lower my voice to a hush, "Now." Her shoulders stiffen, then she pushes up to kneel at my feet. It puts her face at eyelevel with my crotch. My groin hardens.
I reach down, grab my cock. Her breath hitches. She drops her gaze, watches as I massage my dick.
She licks her lips and my muscles go solid. My shaft lengthens. Ah hell, hadn’t meant for things to get out of hand so quickly…literally.
I widen my stance to accommodate my arousal and she makes a sound deep in her throat.
"That's not for you." I smirk. "Yet."
"What?" She peers up at me from under sooty eyelashes.
"You'll have to earn it first." I allow my smile to widen.
Her eyebrows draw down, she flicks out her tongue to touch her lower lip, and my cock instantly twitches. Hell. This response to her is interesting. Not what I expected. Best to put her in her place right away. I tuck myself in, then stalk forward to retrieve my gun.
"What are you doing?" Her squeak fills the space.
My lips twitch. I straighten, turn to her.
Her cheeks pale. "St…stop. Don't come closer."
"Why not?"
"This…this isn’t what I want." Fear vibrates off of her, bleeds into the space between us… My dick instantly lengthens.
Do you blame me? She’d hit upon my weakness, then proceeded to lay her insecurities bare to me… Well, of course, I am going to take advantage.
"Let me be the judge of that." I stride forward.
She jerks her chin up, "Don’t come closer."
"That’s not what you said earlier."
"I… I didn’t think—"
"What—?" I pause in front of her. "That I’d call your bluff?"
Her chin wobbles, "Are you. Will you...?"
I lean forward.
Her shoulders rise and her throat moves as she swallows.
"Rule number one, never question me."
"And if I do...?"
The next second, I press the gun to her temple. Her gaze narrows as her eyes blaze. Bloody hell, she has some strength, this woman. She raises her chin, and damn, if my dick doesn’t follow suit. I don’t need to look down to know that my cock’s saluting her impudence.
"So, tell me, Gigi, why is it that you sought me out?"
"I told you it was to—"
"Ask me to be your Dom?"
She nods.
"You think I believe that?"
"Why else would I be here?" Her gaze narrows, "It isn’t for your
