The strap of my bag slides off my shoulder before it thumps to the floor between us.
He kicks it aside.
"Hey, that’s the only one I have."
"Fuck that, I'll buy you a shopful of bags," he leans in close, "and fuck you for what you do to me, Gigi."
He drops his head until his lips are positioned a millimeter from mine. Close enough that I can make out the lines radiating from the edges of his eyes. Close enough that I can see the little scar that nicked the edge of his left eyebrow—why hadn’t I noticed that before? Close enough that—he swipes out his hand. I flinch. The next second the elevator lurches to a stop.
"What was that?"
"What do you think?"
I turn to find the stop button blinking. My eyes bug out… "You…you The hell did I say?.."
"Paused the elevator? The least I could do to convince my errant bride, hmm?"
"Not your bride."
"That’s right." He twines a lock of my hair around his fingers, then brings it up to his nose to smell it. "But you will be."
"No."
"Yes."
"Make me."
Satisfaction is etched into every hard line of his face.
"I… I…didn’t…mean..."
He raises one eyebrow, "Oh, I think you did mean..." I start to shake my head, but he places a finger across my mouth, “Shh.” The warmth seeps into my skin, the scent of him crowds me, and his dominance pushes down on my shoulders, holds me in place.
I draw in a breath and my chest heaves.
He presses down on my lower lip. I open my mouth.
He eases his finger inside and I curl my tongue around the tip.
His blue eyes deepen into an aquamarine. Flecks of silver burst to life deep inside. An answering tremor coils in my belly. My toes curl. My scalp tingles. And all this when he isn’t doing anything more than touching me with his fingertip.
"I know what you need," his hard voice chafes my skin. My sex clenches, the emptiness inside of me roaring to life.
I want to speak to tell him, this isn’t fair. He can’t simply overpower me without trying too hard.
"I…"
He shakes his head.
I frown, open my mouth. He clicks his tongue. Goosebumps dot my skin. Shit, he didn’t do that, did he? Treat me like I am his property? Like all he has to do is say kneel and I’ll…do it. Hell, I’d keep my mouth open and willing until he’d stuffed his fat cock inside, while he’d shoved his fingers inside my pussy and commanded me to come… And damn him, I’d do it too. That’s how much power he has over me.
I clench my fingers at my sides, force myself to not move a muscle, not a breath, not a twitch of my eyelashes, nothing to show how completely, utterly defenseless I am in front of him.
He swipes his finger along the inside of my mouth, then pulls it out and sucks on it. I’m instantly wet. He lowers his palm between my legs and cups my pussy through my skirt.
A whine bleeds from my lips and I arch into his touch.
"You were saying?" he drawls.
"I… I…" He squeezes my tender core and a shot of lust spirals upward. I bang my head back against the elevator wall.
He grinds the heel of his palm into my pussy and my eyes roll back in my head. "Saint… Please."
"I know what you need, Gigi."
"You...you do?"
"Absolutely, sweet thing. You want to be treated like the traitor you are."
"What?" I jerk my gaze to him. "What…did you say?"
"You think I don’t know the identity of the man you were with earlier?"
The blood drains from my face. My heart seems to stop beating. I can’t feel my hands or legs. "You…" my voice cracks. I clear my throat, "You know?"
"Your identity?" His lips twist. "I’ve suspected it since I spotted you at Sinclair’s wedding. Imagine my not-so-surprised face when it turned out that little Miss, or should I say Mrs., Standoff here is a spy for my enemy."
"It…isn’t what it seems."
He chuckles, "At least try a new line."
"It’s true, I—"
He pushes up into my center with such pressure that all my nerve-endings pop. More moisture pools between my legs and my thighs spasm. I grab his forearm and he shoves my hand aside. "You don’t get to touch me."
"Saint, don’t—"
"That’s ‘Sir’ to you."
I swallow.
"Say it."
I shake my head. Not like this. I didn’t want things to go so wrong between us. Can’t stand the hatred that flares in his eyes. The narrowness of his gaze, the cold edge of his anger that slices into my heart, rips through my guts, freezes my blood until I can’t breathe. Can’t speak. Can’t do anything but stare at him, with a silent plea in my eyes.
Sweat beads his forehead. He meets my gaze head on. The skin is drawn over his cheeks as if this entire proceeding is not easy for him either. No, I don’t believe that. He holds all of the cards right now. Hell, he holds my cunt in his hand. One word and my entire world could come crashing down around me. What’s left of it, that is. And poor Nina— She’ll be lost to the murky depths of the world that Antonio has her trapped in. All because this asshole of a gazillionaire, with an ego bigger than the entire city of London put together, can’t bear to lose.
"You know what your problem is?" I stare into his face, "You can’t stand to be vulnerable."
He frowns. "What do you mean?"
"You were attracted to me. You
