My hand tightens on the glass of whiskey I hold. "The fuck are you wearing?"
Her eyebrows lower, "Have you forgotten that you picked out this dress?"
So what? She has no business looking that beautiful, that over-the-top seductive in that outfit. When I’d seen it in the store…all I had thought of was how well it would match her eyes. I’d imagined her wearing the gown, and fuck, if I hadn’t come right then. Of course, I had picked it out for her. Had wanted her to wear a dress that was revealing enough to make her uncomfortable. One of my crazy-ass ideas that had seemed brilliant at the time. Why does she have to look so delectable in that? Why the hell does it matter to me that men will eat her up with their eyes? I toss back the rest of the whiskey, place it on the counter of the bar I had been leaning against.
"Turn around."
"What?"
I circle the air with my finger.
She frowns.
I jerk my chin. She draws in a breath, then does a slow turn for me.
"The fuck?" The back of the dress is far, far worse. It dips in a V that plunges down all the way to the top of her arse crack. The shadowed cleavage between her ass cheeks mocks me. I was inside of her not a few hours ago.
I’d carried her into the private elevator at the office—it was too early for any of the other Seven to be around—then to the top floor, where I had directed my helicopter back to my hotel suite. That way, there had been no chance of anyone seeing her in her undressed state. I’d let her sleep in my bed, watching her as she’d not stirred… Not until I’d woken her up an hour ago to get dressed. I’d left the outfit for her, needing to see her wear my choice. It is perfect for her. It brings out all of her best attributes, the silver-tipped heels on her feet giving her a few added inches that accentuate the jut of her butt, the proud thrust of her cleavage.
I prowl toward her, place my palm flat in the middle of her bare back.
She shudders, "Saint."
"Get out of this dress."
"I will not." She turns to glare at me, "I put a lot of effort into looking good."
"Is that what you call this?" I step back, look her up and down,
My heart stutters; she so fucking beautiful. And yet... She still hasn't revealed the real reason she came to me.
I draw myself up to my full height. "Step out of it, Gigi, or I’ll make you do it."
"Try me," she juts out her lower lip, then turns away.
I push her up against the wall, hook my finger in the 'V' of her dress and tug. The delicate fabric rips.
She gasps and the sound coils in my belly. I’m instantly hard.
She looks over her shoulder. "What are you doing?" her voice is breathless.
I yank at the cloth and it parts all the way down to the hem. I let go and it pools to the floor.
"Jesus," I take in the silver thong that rides the top of her butt.
"The fuck are you wearing?"
She wriggles her feet, tries to angle her body. I apply more pressure to her back. She arches up.
"Answer me," I growl.
"What does it look like?" The anger in her voice slices straight to my gut. My belly tightens. My cock tents my pants.
I run a finger down the silvery thread caught between her arse cheeks.
Her thigh muscles ripple.
"Saint," her voice hitches, "please."
"Please what, Gigi?" I plant my thigh between her legs, pushing them apart.
She shudders, "Why…why are you doing this?"
I dip a finger inside her pussy. The melting heat clings to my skin. "That’s why," I growl. "Because I only have to glare at you, and your body instantly responds.” I yank on the thin silver fabric and it snaps.
A small scream leaves her lips, "You…you don’t want to do this."
I laugh, "Don’t you realize? In no way, can you tell me what to do."
I unbuckle my belt, lower my zipper.
"Stop," she snarls.
I yank her butt toward me, position her right, shove her legs apart further, and—
"Don’t—" her voice breaks.
I pull out my dick, position it at the opening of her melting pussy. Drag my hand up and around to cup her breast, "I want you," I growl.
"Not yet."
I squeeze her nipple, run my tongue up the curve of her ear, "Yes, yet."
"First answer my riddle."
"Huh?" I pause, "What did you say?"
"Answer my questions. If you get it right, you can have me… Else…"
"Else?"
"You have to wait until I am ready."
"You know I don’t allow anyone else to question me."
"Why not?" She frowns at me, her cheek flat against the wall. "What are you afraid of Saint?"
"Nothing."
I roll her nipple between my fingers. Her mouth parts.
"See, your body can’t deny me."
"That’s true," she swallows, "but you relish challenges, Saint, and I’m challenging you to own my mind."
"What does that mean?"
"Answer my question…and I promise, I’ll never stop you again."
The familiar fear bursts through my mind. My heart begins to race. Sweat beads my temple.
Fact is that I'd take her anyway I can get her...but... I also can't deny her. My dick nudges the soft opening of her pussy, and I force myself to stay there. Stay.
"What is always too late?" Her voice slices through the lust in my head.
Don’t answer. Don’t. Damn her, she is the only person I’ll always answer. Fuck her for exploiting that, and fuck me for answering.
"Regret," I snarl.
She tips up her head, "Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet."
I pause, my pulse rate ratchets up. "Death," I grind out.
"When I sneak up on you, you’ll never be the same again." She smiles, "What am I?" A tear slides
