Page 83 of Princes of Hollywood

“Play?” I ask, a little breathless. It’s too much, and just being near Mason and breathing in his leather scent makes my heartbeat erratic. But this, him taking care of me…fuck. Not something I would think would make me aroused.

He smiles at the dress, and my panties are damp. He gives me this sideways glance that tells me he knows how he affects me. The fire he causes to rage within. He’s just waiting for me to give him permission, to let him put it out.

“You haven’t filled out the forms yet, little mouse. You have no idea what I want from you.” He steps forward and lowers the silky dress over my head. It whispers along my skin like a lover’s touch. “I need your consent.”

“I think I know a little of what you want.” Control, domination. Submission. My lips part.

His blue eyes find mine, and he smirks as he straightens the dress on me. “You might, but we need to be on the same page. There are things I’ll need from you. Unless you want me to get them somewhere else.”

“No.” The reaction is automatic, and I’m not sure it will change no matter what deviant thing he’s into. I’ll be his to mold however he wants. But I don’t share. His eyes flare hot.

He turns me and presses me against the wall before reaching down to slide my zipper up. I draw in a breath, waiting, needing his touch. His fingers skate along my spine, sending desire pooling at my center.

The need to explain rises inside me. It’s not just that I want to be his everything.

“I can’t stand a cheater,” I say softly. “I won’t take another woman’s man. I know how that feels.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.” He attaches the hook and eye and turns me around, closing in on me so I’m pressed between him and the wall. His hand lifts my chin, and his intense gaze searches me. “I also don’t break my word. If you give me what I need, I’ll remain true to you and only you.”

“What do you need?” I whisper. Do I have what it takes to go toe-to-toe with this man?

He slides his hand around the back of my neck and leans down to my ear. “The consent forms are on your nightstand, little mouse. Read through them and you’ll know exactly what I need.”

My stomach flips. His hand slides up my thigh to rub on the silky panties over my pussy. Heat engulfs me.

“I will say I love the way these look on you, but I’d prefer you without. Some night, I want you in a dress with nothing on underneath for dinner.”

My hips rock with the feel of his fingers rubbing my pussy through the panties. His lips caress my ear with his every word.

“You’ll sit down on my lap and take my cock inside your hot, tight cunt while we eat and talk with the others. Maybe I’ll let the others play with you, too, or maybe I’ll fuck you in front of them for dessert, so they can see what belongs to me.” His finger slides beneath the silky panties and thrusts into my core.

Gasping, I reach for his arm to hold on. His smile turns to determination as he misreads what I’m doing. I don’t want to pull him away. My pussy clenches around his finger. I’m strung so tight, it won’t take much to push me over.

“No, mouse. You’re going to come on my finger so I can smell you through the dinner tonight. I’ll think of your warm, tight pussy with every handshake.” He lifts his head and his heated eyes meet mine. “Can you do that for me, mouse? Or do you need an audience to come?”

My lips part as he pushes me higher and higher. I pant with every thrust until my insides feel like they’ll combust. He holds my gaze as he makes me fall apart. Moaning, I come on his fingers, shuddering as he continues to fuck me. His pleased smile makes my insides tumble over one another.

“Good girl.”

An aftershock ripples through me at his words. He draws his finger out of me and moves my panties back in place. I finally release his arm.

He tips my chin up and captures my lips with his. My toes curl into the rug as he draws me into his warmth and explores every inch of my mouth. I’m pliable in his arms and willing to let him mold me into whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.

When he lifts his lips, his breath rushes out over mine. My eyes open and gaze into his.

“Stay by Aiden’s side tonight. Only let him drink what you or he pours.” Mason straightens, and the sensual fog lifts from my head. Orders.

“Are you worried someone will give him something?” What kind of people are coming tonight?

“We can’t risk it.” Mason leads me to the shoes, and I slide my feet into them. “He has a drug test on Monday, and you’ll be getting your blood test done as well.”

He turns me to face the mirror. Everything fits me like it was made for me. The dress clings to my curves and flares out at the hips. How the hell did he know my sizes? Even I don’t buy the correct size for me.

I don’t typically wear high heels, but they barely make a difference with Mason towering over me.

His hands skate down to my hips. “You look lovely, Greer.”

“Thank you.” I tuck my hair behind my ear. I’ll need to do something for makeup and hair. I don’t have much makeup to work with, but I can probably figure out something acceptable.

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