on her part. When she climbed out of her own accord, passing by me without muttering a word, I was forced to adjust my pinched cock.
As I entered the house, turning off the security system, I grabbed her hand, yanking her into a tight embrace. A moan slipped from her lips from the force I used, her palms immediately pressing against my chest.
Fisting her hair, I yanked back her head as I brushed the fingers of my other hand down her face and neck. “You have no idea what you do to me, the hunger I have to taste every inch of you.”
“Why don’t you show me?” she managed, her words breathless.
“Mmm... I intend to. You will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I squeezed her neck between two fingers, enjoying the feel of her pulse of life. I lowered my head, rubbing my lip back and forth across her earlobe, her audible shudder my reward. “You will obey me, and you will show respect. That’s all that I ask.” I nipped her ear before dragging my tongue roughly down the side of her neck.
“Yes, sir.” She slid her hand up and down my chest, her fingers crawling dangerously close to my cock. When she tugged on my belt I was surprised, only she had no idea what was in store for.
“Mmm... Perhaps you can be trained. Imagine what you and I could do together.” I took my time, savoring her sweet skin as I wound her hair around my fingers.
I was pleasantly surprised when she allowed her hand to fall, wrapping her fingers around my hardened shaft. The way she stroked up and down pulled the sadistic beast up from his confines.
I held her in place as I rolled my lips up to her jawbone before capturing her mouth. This time, I allowed her to experience a quieter moment, a softness that was unexpected. The simple joy of having her in my arms was electrifying in its own right, no matter the dark desires bubbling at the surface.
Savannah squeezed my cock, pumping up and down in a languishing manner, all the while sending a shower of vibrations skittering down the back of my legs.
Our tongues entwined, moving together in a perfect rhythm as she eased her other hand under my shirt. The second her heated fingers touched my skin, I was thrown into a wildfire of need, finished with the moments of tenderness.
She belonged to me in every way.
Her body.
Her willpower.
Her innocence.
All mine.
The moment I broke the kiss, she scuttled away, moving quickly toward the set of French doors.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, the woman beguiling in every manner. While the savage in me wanted nothing more than to take her immediately, I enjoyed watching the way she moved. She truly had no idea how beautiful she was, which only added to my attraction. She didn’t bother asking as she unlocked the doors, pulling both open to allow the breeze to flow into the room.
Savannah darted a single look over her shoulder before walking outside, immediately moving toward the railing and leaning over. She was surprisingly casual in her stance, unafraid of the monster who stood behind her. A moment later, she tugged at a strand of hair, placing it behind her ear. Where she’d been freezing before, she seemed comfortable in both her skin and with the weather.
I waited only a few seconds before joining her, studying her face as she drank in the atmosphere. I’d lived my entire life being able to go anywhere in the world I wanted without question, private planes something I knew well. I had the distinct feeling that her circumstances hadn’t been easy or luxurious.
For some strange reason, the need to know her resurfaced again. “Why are you in Spain?”
“Why?” she asked, laughing. “It’s certainly not for some glorious vacation, although I was hoping I’d get to see the beach at least once.”
“Business?”
“Of sorts.” She gave me a heated look, gazing down the length of me. “My aunt owns a little gallery. She asked if I would take care of it while she honeymooned in the Greek Isles or the Caicos or some fabulous place that I’ll never get to visit.”
This time, her laugh was bitter.
“How long are you here?” I’d been right in my assumptions. I also gathered the feeling she was hiding from something.
Or someone.
“Well, my aunt originally said a month, but with her, you never know.” She wistfully brushed her hand across her lips as she