Dark Deception (Vampire Royals of New York #1) - Sarah Piper Page 0,83

ache. Without breaking his kiss, he gripped her hips and spun her away from the wall, moving them toward the giant bed.

“What’s… what’s happening?” she breathed, every nerve sizzling with heat.

He pulled away from her nipple, then slid his hand between her thighs, dragging his fingers over her soaked underwear.

“Remind me again how you like to be fucked,” he replied, his tone dark with desire. “Soft and slow was it? Wait, no. That’s not right. I believe your exact words were… ‘I like it rough. Don’t you dare disappoint me.’”

Charley didn’t have time to confirm. In another impossibly fast blur, he pushed her onto the bed, then flipped her onto her stomach, running a hand up her back and fisting her hair. Climbing on top, he licked the back of her neck, then pulled her hair just right.

“Put your arms above your head, Charlotte. Now.”

She did as he asked, and he tore the remaining scraps of the dress from her body, binding her wrists to the bed with a piece of the black satin. She was powerless beneath him, her hands tied, her body pinned by his impossibly strong form, her breath coming in short, wild bursts.

The mattress shifted as Dorian rose from the bed and stripped off his clothes. Charley tried to turn over to watch, but before she could get a good look, he was on her again, one hand tangled in her hair, the other smacking her ass.

“I did not give you permission to move.” He smacked her again, then brought his mouth to her flesh, soothing the white-hot sting with soft, luxurious kisses. Electric jolts of pleasure zipped across her skin, making her shiver.

Another slap, another kiss, and Dorian slowly worked the underwear down her hips, tossing them to the floor.

Sliding his fingers inside her, he shifted positions and brought his mouth back up to her ear, his voice so sexy it almost made her come.

“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded, thrusting in and out, deep and perfect.

“Yours. God, it’s yours.”

“Whose?”

“Yours, Dorian.”

“You mean yours, Mr. Redthorne.”

She tried to turn over, but he pushed her back down again, hand wrapped around the back of her neck. “My bed, my rules. You’ll call me Mr. Redthorne tonight. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

He squeezed her neck, making her gasp.

“Yes, Mr. Redthorne,” she tried again, wanting nothing more than to please him.

“That’s better.” He slid his fingers out, then fluttered over her clit, sending another jolt throughout her body before plunging back inside.

Holy shit, did he know how to work her.

Charley was face down on a bed of black satin sheets, her gasps muffled by the pillow, still in her bra, ass in the air, every inch of her body craving his touch. Hard, then soft. Fierce, then soothing. The flood of sensations made her drunk and dizzy, desperate for more.

Nothing in her life had ever felt so good, so right.

So incredibly, mind-blowingly perfect.

A clear sign you’re crazy…

“Tonight,” he said, “in my bed, you’ll neither speak nor move without permission. Is that clear?”

“Yes. I mean yes, Mr. Redthorne,” she amended.

“Hmm.” Dorian removed his fingers, and the mattress shifted again, indicating he’d gotten up. She waited for the return of his touch, but it never came.

She opened her mouth to call for him but thought better of it. No talking, no moving without his permission. It was all part of the game, and Charley loved every sinfully hot minute of it.

A lot of men thought they knew how to dominate a woman, but for them it was all about ego gratification. She’d been disappointed in the bedroom more times than she could count, most notably—and most often—by Travis, the snake.

But a man like Dorian knew how to be real. How to test her boundaries, push her to the edge without ever taking advantage. Submitting to him came easily. His demanding touch and firm commands were like a down payment—a promise that he’d always bring her to sheer bliss.

In return, she trusted him with her body.

With her life.

In so many ways, she was dancing on the razor’s edge between life and death.

And it was sheer fucking ecstasy.

Hot, strong hands gripped her thighs, and Charley yelped. She hadn’t heard him, hadn’t felt his return to the bed. But suddenly he was there, spreading her wide, his mouth descending to her depths.

“You’re beautiful, Charlotte,” he said, and she felt the heat of his words between her thighs. “So fucking gorgeous.”

Dorian licked a path from her clit to her taint, then back again, and everything melted away: