Page 66 of Lord of Ruin

And I had to admit I was excited by the prospect.

His laugh was dark and dangerous, just like the man. “Be careful what you ask for. There’s no turning back once you’re in my lair.”

“Is that what I am doing?” I asked, gyrating my hips until I was rubbing back and forth across his huge bulge.

“Yeah. I think so. Ta átakta korítsia eínai pánta peirágmata.”

“What did you say?”

“I said that naughty girls are always a tease.”

“Yes, we are.” I ground my hips again as the song shifted into yet another sinful beat. We moved together, our bodies becoming one. I was breathless from anticipation, but he was as well, his nostrils remaining flared as he rubbed one hand up and down my back. When he cupped my bottom with the other, slamming me against him, I was certain the man was going to fuck me right there on the dance floor.

While his love of kinky things had been more enticing than I’d expected to feel, ever, I was more interested in enjoying a few moments with him in private. So I broke the hold he had, backing away and disappearing into the crowd. Teasing him had become an artform, something that I found myself enjoying a little too much.

I noticed Christos was watching me intently as I passed but didn’t make any move to share the direction I was headed with his boss. I remained in the darkest part of the club, still dancing, perhaps enticing far too many men, several of whom turned their heads in my direction. I could no longer see Stavros, nor did he act like he was going to follow me.

After almost five minutes had passed, a strange set of vibrations tore through me. He wouldn’t leave me here. Of course he wouldn’t. I took a single step forward back in the direction I came when suddenly, it seemed as if the seas were parting, every dancer shifting to the side, allowing a wide path as the powerful man with the stunning good looks took his time heading in my direction. The flashing lights didn’t do him or his golden complexion any good, but I still was caught in the magic of his approach.

He had that way about him, demanding attention. His eyes were directed at me alone, his expression unreadable but the longer I spent with him, the easier it was to read his thoughts.

I spun in another circle as he approached, laughing and blowing him a kiss for the second time of the night. When I took off running through the crowd, I shocked myself by not falling flat on my face. I headed to Christos, who held the keys to the SUV.

I’d paid attention to where he’d slipped them, although part of the reason had been a fleeting thought about stealing the vehicle and driving to New York. Silly me. As if Stavros wouldn’t send the entire fleet of soldiers after me. As I snatched them in my hand, placing my index finger across my lips in a shushing motion as I shook my head, I had other more nefarious thoughts in mind than escaping.

I headed for the exit, turning around to find my captor standing right there only a few feet away. He was calm and collected, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I fluffed my hair on purpose before beckoning him with a single finger.

Before heading out the door.

The SUV was easy to find, the key fob coming in handy. Giddiness tore through me, which seemed strange and irrational, definitely wine induced. As I climbed into the back, I shifted all the way to the corner, able to view a significant portion of the parking lot.

And I waited.

And waited.

He was returning the favor of teasing me relentlessly. When his bodyguards appeared, heading closer to the vehicle, I had a feeling they’d been instructed to bring me back inside.

Suddenly, the powerful Greek appeared as if emerging from a dark mist, still acting casual as he moved slowly toward where the SUV was parked. After scanning the parking lot, he took his time removing his jacket, tossing it over one arm before unbuttoning first one sleeve then the other, rolling both up over his elbows. Next came the tie, yanking it from his collar with flair.

He wasn’t looked at the window, at least until he started to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. Now his stare was more intense than usual. When he finally opened the door, tossing the removed clothing into the corner, he took several deep breaths before climbing inside.

The electric vibe in the air was heavy, thick with anticipation. We both remained quiet but he was thinking, forever thinking. Tempting me. I couldn’t seem to avoid my attraction to the man, finally brushing a finger down his arm as I slipped closer.

I should have known the sexy bastard had something up his sleeve. He used my gesture against me, snatching the tie before yanking me onto my knees.

His growl carried the usual predatory sound, his quick actions tethering my wrists in seconds. I immediately pulled at the bindings, the tingles scouring through every inch of my body reaching an entirely new level.

After testing that I was completely secure, he rolled his palms up my sides, shaking his head. Everything about his demeanor was different than before, not just darker but more possessive.

“You are a very bad girl to run away from me. You left the club without permission.”

“Mmm… What are you going to do about it?”

I knew taunting him could result in another round of punishment, although the one from earlier hadn’t hurt, instead adding to the sensuality of the evening. However, I craved having his thick cock thrust inside.

He lowered his gaze to my thighs, cocking his head as he did so. He lifted both his hands and his chin, taking my dress with him until my breasts were exposed. There was something even kinkier about the fact he’d purposely kept my silky frock on while now being able to fondle me to his heart’s desire.

It was only fair yet wicked that he cupped my breasts, his jaw clenching as he squeezed them until I cried out. I was so aroused, my pussy so wet that I knew I was ruining his trousers. Not that he seemed to mind. He took his time reflecting on the moment while kneading my nipples. The moment he pinched and twisted them, the corners of his mouth turned up.