Page 120 of Money Reigns
So I don’t give her the chance.
As soon as the bedroom door shuts behind us, I’ve already got my hands on her. One at the back of her neck, the other at her waist, walking her backward toward the bedroom like I’m leading her straight into surrender.
The moment her calves hit the edge of the bed, I push her down.
She falls with a gasp, flushed and breathless, red dress bunched high on her thighs. Her lipstick’s still intact,barely,and I plan to ruin that next.
“I’ve been hard since the gallery,” I growl, dropping to my knees between her legs, dragging my palms up those perfect, plush thighs. “Every time someone looked at you, I wanted to break something.”
Her breath catches. “Warren—”
“Shut up.” I lean in, bite the inside of her thigh. Not gentle. Not soft.
She yelps, back arching.
“I’m done being patient.”
I drag her dress higher and tear her panties down her legs, no ceremony, no warning. Just possession.
“I had you painted in green,” I growl, gripping her thighs to spread them wider. “But tonight, I want red.”
Then I devour her.
No build-up. No teasing.
I lick and suck like I’m starving, tongue punishing, hands locking her open as she writhes. She tastes like she’s been waiting for this all day. Like the words she said at the gallery were already a promise.
She doesn’t want to say no anymore?
Good.
Because I won’t let her.
She claws at the sheets, whimpering, already close, but I don’t slow. I don’t give her the chance to breathe.
“Come,” I order against her clit, voice low and savage. “Now.”
And she does.
Hard.
Her hips buck, thighs shaking, cries sharp and wrecked as she falls apart on my tongue.
I ride her through it, holding her down, drinking in every spasm like a fucking addict.
When she’s limp and panting, I rise, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand like I just won a war.
She looks up at me dazed. Ravaged. And I haven’t even started.
“On your knees,” I demand, already unbuckling my belt.
She moves slowly,too slowly,so I yank her by the wrist and pull her to the edge of the bed, forcing her down to her knees.
“You want to be good for me?” I murmur, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. “Then show me. Open up.”
Her lips part. Her eyes wide.
I shove my cock past them.
