those blood-red lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling against his flesh.
In that moment, Dorian utterly lost it. All of it. His control. His composure. His mind.
He tried to pull back, but she only sucked harder, determined to do it her way.
His hands tightened in her hair, and she moaned again, the sound vibrating straight to his balls.
That was all it took.
His orgasm exploded, spilling in a hot torrent down her throat, his legs shaking, his growl as feral as the wolves that roamed the woods beyond.
Charlotte slid his cock out of her mouth and swallowed, a mischievous grin lighting up her face.
Dorian finally released her hair, and she got to her feet, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. Her cheeks were dark, her lips swollen, her hair wild, and she’d never looked more beautiful. More alive.
Glancing at the door, she said, “We should probably clean up and get back to the party before anyone notices we’re missing.”
“Nice try. Did you honestly think I’d let you escape?” Sliding his arms around her waist, he found the zipper at the back of her dress and tugged it down, tracing the path of her freshly bared skin. “Before I’ve had a chance to show you all the hot, dirty things I’ve been dreaming about?”
The dress slid off her shoulders, pooling around her hips like black water. Dorian lowered his mouth to her breast, tonguing her nipple through the red lace of her bra while his fingers slipped down the front of her panties.
She was wet with desire, smooth and slippery beneath his touch.
“What if someone comes?” she asked, gripping his arms.
“Oh, someone will come. You.”
“But this house—”
“Is mine,” he said, realizing in that moment she didn’t know. She’d come to the fundraiser with no clue about its host—another red flag Dorian tucked away for later examination.
Right now, he had better things to do.
“No one will enter unless I command it,” he said, nipping at her earlobe. “No one will come to your aid.” Then, in a low, dark whisper, “You aren’t leaving here until I’ve got you dripping wet, trembling, and screaming for mercy. Understood?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
In that moment, here’s what Charley understood.
One? The real Charley, behind all the art-world glamour, was wild and reckless.
Two? The real Charley was borderline stupid.
Three? She was already more than halfway to fulfilling Dorian’s dirty promises. Wet and trembling? Check and check.
Four? Alone in the guest house, away from the crush of the party, she couldn’t wait to scream for him.
But… five… Despite the fact that she was still coming down from the high of that blow job—the smooth perfection of his cock, the sheer power that had coursed through her veins as she brought him to ecstasy—a new alarm sounded in her head.
It was faint and fuzzy, struggling to find its way through the electric buzz, but it was real.
Heat pooled in her stomach with a twist of fear that had nothing to do with Dorian’s punishing hands.
What did he say about the house?
Charley shut her eyes, but she couldn’t focus, thoughts slipping away as he teased her with deft strokes, tongue hot on her nipple.
“God, you’re… so good,” she breathed, her nerves singing for more.
Still, the warning in her head continued to gnaw.
To gnaw and gnaw and fucking gnaw, until it finally made a crack big enough for the truth to slip in.
The house… is mine…
“Relax, love,” Dorian murmured, flattening his palm against her clit as he dipped a finger inside, another one fluttering behind it, teasing her backdoor until she was panting for so much more.
No one will enter unless I command it…
Wait. Had he meant…
No. She must’ve misheard.
Swatting away her thoughts like gnats, Charley let out a breath, sinking into the decadence of his touch.
Dorian slid a hand up her spine, then cupped the back of her neck, his fingers moving faster inside her, the pressure of his palm so perfect, her core was already tightening in anticipation of the release building inside.
“You are always so wet for me. So…” He slid in deeper and curled his finger, making her gasp. “…ready.”
But God, those annoying thoughts would not leave her alone.
“Dorian… the house… it’s…”
Her words fell away as he captured her mouth in another deep kiss, his low moan of pleasure bringing her closer to the edge even as her adrenaline spiked.
What are you doing, Charley? Danger! Danger! Retreat!
Instead of retreating, her body arched into his touch, urging him deeper, breath ragged as he thrust inside, faster and faster.
The fear coursing