Page 60 of Lord of Ruin
I rubbed my jaw, thinking about all the filthy things I had planned for later. Even in my anger, I’d planned out a fun evening. I was well aware of the danger, had spent a couple of hours after returning home going over the details and dossiers I’d been given on Madden, his family and regime, and what the Brotherhood had pieced together on the Death Squad.
When you tossed Viktor into the mix, it was a recipe for utter disaster.
I had to admit that the unknown group of people appeared to be a scary organization capable of destroying economies and people’s lives. Even cultures. However, other than a few covert actions over the last two decades, they hadn’t interfered with any country’s economy that I could detect.
Maybe that was the point.
Jenna shifted in the backseat next to me, touching the blindfold I’d placed around her eyes. What would a little mystery hurt? I’d thought about cuffing her hands, but I had a feeling that would only prove to create drama for the evening.
Not that I didn’t like to spar with her but that wasn’t the point of going out on the town. Maybe I was being a fool in doing so after everything we’d both been through, but I doubted that whatever enemy was determined to lure me into a trap had recoiled from the blow I’d given him.
However, that would change soon enough.
I’d almost sent out my soldiers to track them down but knew I’d never hear the end of it. I’d remained angry even through the incredible kiss.
But the moment Jenna had walked down the stairs in that bright red body-hugging dress, I’d nearly lost my shit, fucking her over my desk. I had a feeling that would come later. Or I’d take her in a very public place.
The thought pushed my already aching cock against my trousers. The woman had a way of getting to me by doing nothing more than giving me an evil eye.
“Where are you taking me?” Her attempt at taking control of the situation was adorable.
The grin on my face seemed permanent. “Wherever I please. After all, I am in control. I’m the master of ceremonies tonight.”
“You’re the master of nothing.”
I could tell she was teasing and it matched my mood, more jovial than I should be given the circumstances. Without hesitation, I pulled her over my lap, enjoying the little yelps escaping her mouth. When I ripped up her dress, exposing a matching thong, not only did my mouth water but I sensed her haughtiness returning by how hot her breath had become.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Wouldn’t I? You obviously don’t know me very well.” I brought my hand down in rapid succession, enjoying the way she wiggled on my lap. However, if she wasn’t careful, I would take her right here, right now. I already sensed she was mortified that my two most trusted men were in the front seats.
While they knew better than to say a single word, that wouldn’t ease her nerves. But that’s what made this fun as fuck. And made me a very bad man.
“You’re going to learn one way or the other the rules have all changed in your life. Given you belong to me, I control your destiny.” It was said mostly tongue in cheek at this point but now that I knew what I was possibly dealing with, the rules I’d set in place would need to be adhered to. I was hopeful after tonight she could at least place some trust in me.
“Ouch. I swear I will find a way to get you for this.” She pummeled one fist against my leg, purposely gyrating her body to torment me in her sensual way.
I covered her sweet bottom with smacks, moving from one side to the other. This wasn’t meant as anything but a light reminder, although I’d wanted to drag her over my knee, giving her the kind of spanking she’d remember for days once she’d returned. Would that have been fair? Not necessarily, but I’d never said I was fair man in all things.
Whoever had said that all was fair in love and war was… brilliant though.
I chuckled under my breath, a single bead of sweat rolling down my cheek from the desire that was coming close to being uncontrollable.
When I’d decided she’d had enough, I did nothing more than caress her skin, enjoying the heat on the tips of my fingers before pulling them away.
She was like a cat, trying instantly to crawl off me. I easily whipped her around, forcing her to sit on my lap. We were close to our destination, or I would have slid my cock inside. Maybe I shouldn’t have allowed her to wear panties. Hmmm…
As Jenna planted a hand on my chest, she took several shallow breaths. “You are a terrible man. You’re every bit as horrible as I thought from minute one.”
At least some of the anger had left her voice. Perhaps the entire day had altered her opinion of me.
“So you seem to enjoy telling me.” I brushed the tip of a single finger down the side of her face, enjoying the way she shuddered from my touch. There was no denying our sizzling connection. “You’re definitely right but I still won’t allow you to get hurt.”
“Whether you’re horrible or not is not something you need to affirm. However,” she cooed as she repeated my actions, raking her nail down my stubbled cheek, shifting it along the underside of my jaw. “I was told you were a real pussycat underneath all that bad boy armor. I’m curious if that’s true.”
“Oh, you were, huh? What other family secrets did my wayward sister tell you?”
She acted as if she was zipping her lips. The sultry move tightened my balls. “I’ll never tell.”