Page 90 of The Lieutenant

“You’re cold.”

“You’re not chivalrous.”

“Are you certain of that?”

She tilted her head so she could look into my eyes. “I’m no longer certain of anything with you. I do know I enjoyed the entire day more than I have any in a long time.” She hugged the coat tighter around her body, opening her eyes wide as soon as she felt my weapon nestled inside.

Would she shut down, the understanding of who and what I was too much for her? I wasn’t going to take that chance.

“While I’m glad I had the capability of showing you a good time,” I said almost sarcastically, “it’s time to go back to the hotel.” I was challenging her to drive me away once again.

“But it’s early.” She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip.

“Not too early for what I plan on doing to you.” I offered her a few additional seconds to argue with me before taking her hand and leading her away from the tower.

She managed to keep up with my long strides as she’d done before and soon, we were strolling through the hotel’s doors. I didn’t waste any time heading for the elevators. People were watching us closely as we walked through the lobby. I wasn’tworried it was for nefarious reasons. We were a spectacular-looking couple. She was my queen and I was definitely the king.

All alone in the elevator, I pushed her back against the wall, immediately yanking both arms over her head, wrapping one hand around her tiny wrists. “I plan on fucking you for hours, kitten. Do you have any issues with that?”

“None.” She arched her back, the move far too inviting.

“Careful, baby. I might fuck you right here.” I rolled the index finger on my other hand down from her forehead to the bridge of her nose before circling her lips. “Open that sweet mouth of yours. Show me how skillful your mouth is.”

She offered a pout of her soft lips before obeying me. As soon as I slipped my finger inside, she clamped her pert mouth around the base. The filth in my mind could burn down the hotel.

“For the rest of the night, you will call me sir. Do you understand?”

Her nod was enthusiastic, the lust in her eyes easily matching mine.

“Good girl. I know how much you want to remain my perfect kitten.” The sensual feeling of having her suck on my finger exploded my libido. “My guess is you’ve had too many selfish men in your life; the kind of guy to do nothing more than fulfill his needs without caring about yours. That’s nothing that you need or want. Don’t worry. I’m not that kind of man, but I am exactly what you need. I’m also not gentle. But you already know that. Tonight I’m going to fuck you. You do know the difference, don’t you?”

She shook her head slightly.

“Fucking is raw and powerful, leaving you breathless and sweaty, tangled in the sheets. It’s when you lose track of time, refusing to let go of the moment. It’s torn clothes and mangled furniture. It’s primal and something you’ll never forget.” I removed my finger, sliding the wet tip under her chin. “Tell me, kitten, very clearly. Is that what you crave?”

After taking a few short, laborious breaths, her chest heaving, she issued a perfect little growl. “Yes. Sir.”

“Excellent.”

The elevator pinged and I took one hand, leading her down the hallway. I’d never craved anything as much as I did this moment. Once we were inside the room, she tossed my jacket on the back of the couch, backing away from me immediately. Her mouth was partially open, her eyes shimmering with desire.

I yanked off my tie, shoving it into my pocket and forcing her to watch as I unbuttoned my shirt. As I removed my cufflinks and rolled up my sleeves, she bit her lower lip.

She seemed pensive, almost vulnerable. Only I was lucky enough to know she was a tigress underneath.

When I was finished, I walked closer, never allowing my eyes to leave hers. “Turn around.” I kept my voice deep and low.

“Why?”

“You will not question me again. You will simply do as I say. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” She finally turned around, the slight tremor in her body exciting the hell out of me. She wasn’t certain what to expect.

I slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down her back, afterward running my fingers down her naked spine. As I slipped one strap over her shoulder, she shuddered audibly. With the second slender strap, I took my time, pressing kisses on her shoulder and arm as I lowered it. The dress slowly fell past her hips to the floor, exposing her rounded bottom.

While she’d been somewhat uncomfortable sitting on the plane, there was no evidence of the spanking she’d received. I did so crave marking her. Did that make me a terrible man?

Kara stepped out of her dress, and with nothing more than a string between her butt cheeks, the full view of her was titillating.

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