Page 56 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
God, he feels so safe.
“Get off me,”I grit out, twisting against him, unable to budge or escape the insistent hardness digging into my hip. “Let me go.”
He holds me for a second longer, letting me know without words that I am utterly in his control, then releases me. I stumble forward and turn to face him, wishing I still had his arms around me.
He smirks at me, breathing heavily like some kind of beast. “I let you go. Why are you still here?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
“What do you want, Rand? Why did you really come back here?”
I gulp.
“Answer the question,” he says, adding an authoritative edge to his voice that sends ice and fire down my spine. “Say it.”
Jesus, I have got to get out of here. I turn to leave, but my feet stay anchored to the floor.
“Say. It.”
“I need you,” I whisper, eyes on the floor.
He says nothing, and my face flames red. Goddammit, I can’t believe I admitted that aloud. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What am I doing here?
“Rand, look at me.”
I swallow and blink up at him.
“Good boy.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as my face heats up. Something about that deep, velvety ‘good boy’…I wrestle with the fact that I—ah, fuck—I liked it. I inhale with a shaky breath, and he raises a hand to caress my face. I try to pull back, but he keeps me in place with a firm hand on my hip.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Rand.”
“What are you going to do then?” I ask, rocking forward, voice unsteady.
“Make you feel good if you’ll let me.”
I close my eyes, shivering in anticipation. “B’why?”
“Because I need it, Rand. You said you’d do anything. I…I need you to let me make you feel good.”
“But it’s my fault that you—”
He nods. “It is your fault. And I don’t know why, but this blush on your face feels like penance. Makes me want to forgive all your sins.”
My eyes fly open, and he’s so close. So fucking close. I shake my head, denying myself even as I reach out and run my fingers across his powerful abs.
“Rand?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
I gulp, and his eyes follow the rise of my Adam’s apple. “I know.”
“Take your shirt off for me.”
Goosebumps travel down my back at his command, and I’m encouraged by the dark smile playing on his lips. With twitching fingers, I reach for the hem and pull it up over my head, then let it drop to the floor. He inhales sharply, his approval washing over me like warm silk.
