“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Let me give you what you need.”
I whimper, unsure of what that means, but agreeing nonetheless. He renews the passion between our mouths while one hand ventures up my side to the center of my back. Cool air touches my spine as he slowly pulls my zipper down, removing the dress I’d put on for Warren this morning.
There’s nothing beneath—a rule in his house.
That knowledge should frighten me. But all it does is draw goose bumps down my arms as the fabric pools against my waist.
He doesn’t stop to play, instead finishing the task of removing my dress to leave me clad in nothing but a pair of heels before him. Then he draws back to admire the view, his pupils flaring with interest as he studies my curves. “Get on the bed,” he demands. “And spread your legs.”
I’m only mildly disappointed that our foreplay is done. Mostly because, in my mind, I fantasized about a great deal more. But I do as he asks and feel my thighs slickening in readiness as he goes to remove his suit jacket. His tie is next. Then he slowly unbuttons his shirt, displaying a sliver of tan skin with each seductive inch. And my mouth goes dry at what rests beneath the fabric.
He definitely uses that gym downstairs.
Warren wasn’t necessarily fat, but he wasn’t cut like this.
Master Kaiden is all sharp angles and lines that go from the little muscles on his hips all the way up to his sturdy jawline.
He’s a beautiful specimen of a man, making me wonder why he needs to claim an Elite Bride when he could have his pick of any female he desires.
His hand goes to his belt, slowly threading the leather through the loops before he drops the item to the floor. Then he kicks off his shoes and walks over to a dresser along his wall.
Toys, I think, my stomach tightening with dread.
So many of these men enjoy torment and pain, and I have no doubt he…
I blink as he turns around, holding one of my favorite scarves. A scarf that should be in my dresser in Warren’s home. But it went missing a few weeks ago.
Because Master Kaiden took it, I realize. I’ve always suspected him of being in my room. But now I know it’s true. And the look he gives me confirms it, too.
“Hands above your head,” he says as he returns to the bed.
My heart hammers in my chest as I comply.
He’s doing this on purpose.
It’s a scene from a book I read… a book I now know he gave me. Which is why he mentioned my training. “You know which book is my favorite,” I whisper, phrasing it not as a question but as a statement. Because not only did he give me the books, but he also knows which ones I read most.
And I know this because of the scarf.
“I do, Camilla,” he replies, his voice equally soft as he secures my wrists with the scarf against the headboard. “Just as I know what you like to do after reading it.” His green eyes ooze sin and wicked intent.
I swallow. “You watch me.”
“Every day and night,” he confirms as he traces my jaw with a single finger.
“The creams and salts were from you.”
“Yes.”
“And all the books.”
“Of course,” he replies.
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine, little beauty,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. “And now I’m going to show you what that means.”
Chapter Nine
Kaiden
My Camilla is so smart. She has it all figured out. And rather than scream, she just stares at me with worship in her eyes. Just as she should.
I took care of her when she was hurt.
I ensured she had what she needed to recover.
And I provided her with the tools required to teach her how to be mine.
Now she’s pliant and naked and beautiful in my bed.
Tied up and ready for me to unwrap.
Yet all I can do is stare.
Her nipples are beaded and waiting for my mouth. Her pussy is glistening with interest. Her thighs are coated in her need. She’s a delectable sight. Gorgeous, yearning, and mine.
“Mmm,” I hum, debating where to touch her first. “Perhaps we should start with my rules.” I bend to retrieve my tie while Camilla trembles on the bed. I know what she thinks I’m about to say. Warren gave her rules during their first night together. But his were in regard to how to pleasure his friends.
Mine are about how to satisfy both of us.
I slide my tie along her ankle, over the dainty strap of her heels—which she left on—and up her shapely calf.
“Rule number one,” I murmur as the silk meets the side of her knee. “I own you.” I draw the material higher, tracing her inner thigh and leaving a trail of goose bumps in my wake.
She quivers once more, my words ones she’s used to hearing from my brother. But I mean them in an entirely different way.
“Ownership requires a great deal of intelligence and care,” I continue. “I need to be in tune with your body at all times, aware of your pains and pleasures, and ensure you’re well guarded and worshipped in the process.”
Wariness and intrigue war for purpose in her pretty blue eyes. The latter begins to win out as I glide the silk across her shaved mound.
“Communication will be key between us, little beauty,” I say softly. “While my observations have allowed me to surmise several of your limits, there will be more I want to test, and I’ll rely on you to tell me if I’ve gone too far.”
My touch moves upward over her flat stomach to her generous tits. I smile as her breathing increases, her anticipation mingling with fear to provide the most alluring sight I’ve ever seen in my bed.
Of course, she’s the first female I’ve invited into my personal quarters. All my other conquests entertained me in hotels or guest suites.
