Manhattan twinkled merrily through the wall of glass behind the king size bed in his penthouse. As a lover, he’d been fierce and demanding. She’d been in heaven.
“Déjà vu?”
Her pulse thumped between her legs. Yes, she thought, looking into his eyes. The loss of his brother had done something to him. Something terrible. She wanted to comfort him. But at the same time she didn’t. Mainly, because he’d drugged and kidnapped her. Taken her choices from her. And, aside from that being irrational and illegal, it was unforgivable.
“I was just thinking about the impression I must have left you with when we met the first time.” So often she’d wondered if he hadn’t contacted her again because he’d assumed she was a slut who banged on every first date she went on.
“If you are referring to the impression you left in my mattress, I often think of it as well. Come.”
It cost her no effort to ignore his hand that time and look in the direction of the stairs as her cheeks went hot. How did he make her pussy wet and leave her wanting to box him in the ear at the same time?
“Yasmeen.” He snapped his fingers impatiently. “I find it very annoying when I have to repeat myself. Let us do away with the need, yes?”
She gaped at him. “Lucian!” She laughed. She had to because the alternative was to kick him in the shin, and not even she was brave enough to do something so dumb. “That was a crass thing you just said. The least you can do is give me a moment to swallow the urge to spank you for it. Your arrogance is astounding,” she rushed out when his brow inched up. “How did you get like this? To the point where you think it’s acceptable to treat people the way you’re treating me. You’ve stolen my life. I get that you’ll eventually bring me home, but I also know you have no plans to do so right now so stop pretending. And while you’re at it, don’t snap your fingers at me like I’m a dog. I don’t care how you referred to me outside; I am not your pet.”
He silently approached her. Didn’t defend himself. Didn’t refute what she was saying. Just like at the Waldorf, it was as if he wasn’t hearing her talk.
Or her words meant so little he didn’t feel the need to acknowledge them.
“I’ve yet to come across a body so perfectly proportioned as yours. The size of your breasts, this curve,” he trailed his fingers down her side. “These hips I remember gripping as I filled your pussy. I could have fucked you for days and not grown tired of it. But you escaped before I woke.”
She held herself still and forced her eyes not to close when he dragged his thumb up the center of her torso. His tongue slid across the front of his teeth, mesmerizing her. Had he just said for days?
Her heart pounded, and her breathing went haywire. “I watched you program my number into your phone.” Shit. Her voice was shaking. “If you’d wanted me again, you could have called. You didn’t.”
“I was being thoughtful. Saving you, if you will.”
Her brow twitched in confusion. That was the second time he’d said something like that to her. “From what?” Multiple orgasms?
“Me.” He clasped her hand and started walking. Stumbling, she caught herself and kept up because she had no choice.
“Where are we going? The stairs are that way. I’d like that macchiato now. Is Sorin around? Maybe he could whip one up. Lucian?”
“Yes, my pet?”
Fuck. She tried to pull him to a stop, but he didn’t let her. He continued, turning at the end of the corridor to lead them down another, this one darker, with no windows to allow the daylight in. She almost moved closer to him. She hated the dark.
When they reached a set of double doors, he opened one side, and despite her attempts to dig her heels into the smooth stone tile, he got her into the room. It was so stupid of her to have been expecting a library or office, and even stupider to feel a shot of happy right on her clit when she saw it was a bedroom.
The door closed behind them, and she heard him snap the lock into place.
“Lucian? What are we doing here?” Like she didn’t know.
“We are going to begin.” He walked past her, loosening his tie.
“Begin what?”
“Taking me