Page 63 of Heir of Fire
Her mouth dropped open and she thought back to it. He hadn’t said it—in fact, he hadn’t said anything. He pushed her and knew she was coming, but he didn’t give permission. Not that she needed it; she was a grown ass woman.
Gianna’s eyes narrowed. “You did that on purpose. You wanted me to do that so you would have a reason to spank me. Fuck, you wanted to since the restaurant.”
Finn shrugged. “I guess we’ll never know for sure.”
He stood up, adjusting himself right in front of her eyes. She frowned, crossing her arms, ignoring the hand he stuck out for her as she stood by herself.
“If you wanted a brat, you’re about to get her.”
She walked out first, knowing he was following right behind her. Her skin was hot the entire time. All she could think about was what the hell she had gotten herself into.
TWENTY-NINE
FINN
It wasa silent car ride back to the hotel because Gianna refused to speak to Finn. He hated to admit that it only made his dick harder when she leaned into the bratty nature of her personality. Fuck, he lived for it.
He also lived for when she called him out on his bullshit. He knew she was coming, and he hadn’t told her to come on purpose. He wanted a reason to spank her. The image getting put into his head during dinner fucking rotted his mind to the point where he couldn’t think of anything else but seeing her ass red. He had never done the punishment shit before or the withholding of orgasms or even the spanking really, but with Gianna, he loved to play with her. It came so naturally to test her control and patience just like she did with him all the fucking time.
She didn’t even talk to him in the lobby or in the elevator and he gave it to her. It was probably better to save it for the hotel room anyway. She walked ahead of him to the penthouse door, giving him a perfect view of her perky ass that he was sure she was moving more than usual just to torture him.
He swiped them into the room, immediately letting her in first and then locking it behind him. The room was dimmed,but the lights from the city shone through the open windows, providing more than enough light to see everything inside. Finn slid off his jacket, setting it on the couch in the living room before pulling the tie off as well.
Gianna stomped to the master bedroom, muttering something under her breath the entire time. He followed behind her, entering the room to see her heels thrown on the floor. He took his shoes off as well, setting them by the door.
“Gianna?” he called out, taking a seat on the bed.
He rolled up the sleeves of his button up, loosening the suffocating shirt. He hated wearing shit like this for that reason; it was always so uncomfortable.
The lights in the bathroom were on. The toilet flushed and he heard the sink turn on for a minute before it was turned back off, revealing Gianna once again. She glared at him, still wearing her dress.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked, crossing her arms.
He patted his lap, unable to keep the grin off his face. “You know what time it is.”
Her cheeks turned red. “This is really dumb. I’m not into these types of fetishes.”
His brow lifted. “Oh, and which ones are you into?”
She let out a frustrated sound, standing before him now. “One time. We’re doing this one time and that’s it.”
“If you hate it that much, just say stop and we’ll stop.” He wasn’t going to force her into anything, hell no. But he could tell she was curious, at least a little bit.
“We need a better word than stop,” she said. Gianna thought for a second, biting on the skin of her nail. “Pink will be the word. If either one says pink, then we stop immediately.”
“Deal.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He leaned back, looking her over. “Take off your dress.”
Gianna pulled it over her body, letting it fall to the floor. All she stood in was a pair of underwear that still had a wet stain on them from earlier, but there was no bra, meaning she hadn’t been wearing one all night. The same ache returned from between his legs, reminding him of how long it had been since he had come.
She was confident in her body, not bothering to hide it. She didn’t need to. She was absolute perfection, and he would always think so.
“Come here,” he said, beckoning her closer. He pressed a kiss to her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She responded immediately, wrapping her hands into his hair. He slipped her underwear down her legs, helping her step out of them so she was now fully naked.
He pulled away. “Lay over my thighs.”
