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Fine.

She wanted to play the submissive siren tonight? Then that was what she would be.

I pressed my palm to her lower back, guiding her toward the waiting elevator. She remained pensive, her spine stiff beneath my touch.

Hmm, that wouldn’t do at all.

I wanted her pliant. Begging.Wet.

A scan of my card sent the elevator upward. “The doors will open directly to the foyer of my penthouse.” I skimmed my fingers up her spine to the back of her neck and wrapped my palm around her nape. “I think your dress will look lovely against the marble tiles, little siren.” My thumb brushed her escalating pulse. “You’ll disrobe for me as soon as the doors open. But leave the heels on.”

“Y-yes, sir,” she whispered, swallowing. “And my thong?”

My lips curled. “I’ll take care of that myself, pet.” Preferably with my teeth. Oh, but I wanted her mouth on me again. My cock hardened at the thought, eager to feel her wet tongue stroke me to climax once more.

The woman was a natural, thanks to her siren heritage.

Yes, we would start there.

Then, if she behaved, I would return the favor.

Bing. Kailiani shivered at the sound indicating our arrival, her pupils dilating with excitement. I definitely preferred this air of arousal from her to the nervous one she exuded before.

The metal parted, revealing the entryway and the floor-to-ceiling windows beyond.

I released her, allowing her to exit first.

She took a tentative step, her hands lifting to her dress, and paused just outside the elevator. Glancing back at me over one slender shoulder, she knocked the straps off her body and allowed the gown to pool at her feet in a puddle of crimson silk.

With a decidedly sexy shimmy of her hips, she moved forward, leaving the red fabric in her wake. I trailed after her, hypnotized and captivated by her alluring form. She possessed curves in all the right places, built for my hands to caress. Long, shapely legs. An ass that resembled feminine perfection.

“Take down your hair,” I demanded, craving her soft, dark waves.

She kept her back to me as she slowly removed at least a dozen pins, each one taunting me by only loosening a curl here and there. But finally, all the strands cascaded around her in hypnotic ripples that I yearned to knot around my fist.

I came up behind her, my palms claiming her hips, my lips tasting the fine tendrils of her hair. “You’re gorgeous, Kailiani. Whenever we’re in my space, I want you naked. Just like this.” I tore the lace from her sides, leaving her clad in only her stilettos. “Shoes optional,” I clarified.

“Is that why I didn’t need to pack any clothes?” she asked softly.

I grinned against the back of her head. “No, darling. I added that requirement because I already have a closet full of items for you.” I bought them the other day while preparing for her to move in with me. While I wanted our stay on Earth to be short, I purchased enough clothes to last several months. Just in case.

“But you don’t want me to wear anything.” She turned, her midnight irises glowing in the low lighting of my penthouse. “Why bother with clothes?”

“Because I do plan to take you out, and as I’ve already told you, I don’t share.” I fisted her hair, yanking her to me. “You’re mine, Kailiani. To dress or undress as I desire.”

“A temporary toy,” she mused.

“There’s nothing temporary about it, little nymph,” I whispered against her mouth. “I don’t do interim arrangements.” And the fact that she thought I could—particularly with her—infuriated me.

“What—”

“No.” I started walking her backward down the marble corridor, toward the open entertaining section of the suite. “We’re done talking,” I continued. “The only thing I want that pretty little mouth of yours to do is suck my cock. Because while I enjoyed your ministrations earlier, I couldn’tseeyou, and I want to rectify that.”

Her eyes widened, her interest palpable.

“Yes,” I praised. “I want you to look up at me just like that while you’re taking me deep in your throat.”

We reached the plush carpet of the living area, the back wall shrouded in windows that overlooked the Hudson. Oh, I would play tonight, both with my siren and the waters below. Something subtle. Just enough to sate the power rolling beneath my skin.