Page 42 of Stolen Empire
"And tomorrow, we find another way to make you useful."
His touch is so gentle, I'd almost think his body wasn’t attached to the same violent mind that I've seen control his men.
Another way?
I don't want to think about what that means.
What other ways could he find to make me useful?
And how many times would his men find ways to "use" me too?
It's frightening.
His other hand slides down my side, fingers splaying over my ribs.
I'm still wearing his shirt, the fabric thin and oversized, hanging off one shoulder.
He's barely touching me and my skin is already on fire.
"You are thinking too much," he murmurs, leaning closer.
His breath ghosts over my cheek, my jaw.
"I can see all those thoughts running through your head. Trying to find the trick. Trying to work out the con."
"There's always a con," I manage.
"Not this time." His nose brushes my temple.
"This time it’s very simple. You give me what I want. I give you what you want. No games."
My hands are flat against the wall behind me, frozen, every nerve alight, every muscle tense.
The pulses of electric current flowing just under my skin at his touch are erotic.
Never in my life have I been so turned on.
He could blow on my clit and I'd explode all over his fucking face.
Ever since he pinned me against the wall in his office the other day, I've had this ache building in my core, and fuck if I don’t want to just say yes.
It's just sex, right?
And then freedom…
His hand slides lower, skimming over my hip.
The shirt rides up and his fingers find bare skin.
I gasp before I can stop myself.
"You feel that?" His voice drops.
"Your body already knows the answer. You are just too stubborn to admit it."
I hate that he's right.
I hate the way my pulse races when he touches me.
