Taken_ A Dark Mafia Romance - Piper Stone Page 0,57
whispered. There was no doubt she was debating whether she could place her trust in me, if only for a single night.
A growl slipped past my lips as I tore the shirt from my body, tossing it into the corner, adoring the way her nipples pressed against the thin material of her dress.
Winter backed away from me, her mouth pursing, her heated gaze driving the beast to the surface. She turned in a full circle, sliding her fingers down her long neck as she closed her eyes. I watched in fascination as she trailed them down her chest, rolling her fingers around her nipples several times as she swayed her hips back and forth.
“Don’t tease me, Winter.” She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“Or?” she asked coyly.
“Or I will spank your bottom cherry red.”
“But I’m a good girl.”
A series of scattered breaths rushed up from my diaphragm, my vision suddenly cloudy. “You are one naughty woman, but you will learn to obey me.”
She gave me a pouty look yet refused to stop, dragging the tips of her fingers further down until she dipped them dangerously close to her pussy.
After a few seconds, I couldn’t take anymore, advancing toward her like the true predator I was, stopping only inches in front of her. No. This has to be done in the right way. She needed to conform, to learn to obey my every command. “Remove your dress.”
Winter studied my face before nodding, slowly pulling the frock over her shoulders. As she held the material out beside her, finally letting go, I feasted on her body with my eyes. There was nothing more arousing than a woman standing in a lacey thong and nothing else. She was truly the most beautiful woman I’d ever set eyes on, her rosy nipples fully erect and her hips swaying provocatively.
Just seeing her voluptuous body and the way her eyes lowered, as if respecting me was far too enticing. My entire mind was foggy, only concentrating on taking her in every hole. Even though I was losing control, my hunger shifting into a place of no return, I managed to retreat, finally pointing toward the floor. “Come to me.”
She remained defiant, her mouth twisting in frustration from the basic command. After taking a deep breath, she dropped to her knees, tossing her head back and forth. Always the vixen, the woman who would challenge me at every turn.
My mouth was dry as I waited to see what she would do. When she brushed her fingers through her hair before planting her hands in front of her, I sucked in my breath. As she crawled toward me, her eyes lit with the fire from her depths, my cock throbbed to the point of pain. While I knew this was nothing more than a façade, a game she was playing, I relished the thought of her surrender. She would remain the strong woman, refusing to give in.
And I adored her even more because of her tenacity as well as her disobedience.
As she continued her slow crawl, seductive purrs pushing past her luscious lips, the longing only continued to intensify. Every nerve stood on end as she padded across the floor, every move deliberate. She had a way about her that refused to be denied, a creative method of seduction. I could only imagine how she commanded any room, her subtle yet expressive actions drawing in every male.
I could barely contain my hunger as she crawled between my legs, rubbing her cheek against my thigh. I’d experienced several beautiful and feisty women in my life, but none so enthralling as Winter.
Or as disobedient.
This was her method of taking control, forcing me to watch her moment of seduction.
I closed my eyes as she slowly slid her hands along the insides of my legs, her fingers kneading through the light fabric of my trousers. I held my breath as she teased, her delicate touch driving another round of electric current into every tendon and muscle. I was floored at the way my body reacted, something so simple creating palpitations. Every sensation became more incredible, my body shaking as her hands neared my cock. My mouth watered at the thought of having her lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking like the good little girl I knew she could be.
“What do you want?” she asked, the tone of her voice holding a daring element.