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“And why would I do that?”
It would seem he was thinking about the answer. “Because I won’t take no for an answer.”
CHAPTER 17
Kraven
I had expensive tastes.
At least for the most part.
From the early days of first-class flights, to now with the feasts and accommodations of private jets and five-star restaurants where I was catered to hand and foot, I’d been spoiled with the best of everything. Maybe I’d taken it all for granted, expecting no less than perfection.
A little-known secret about me was that caviar and lobster weren’t tops on my lists of delicious food. I hadn’t lied to the stunning copper-haired sex kitten. However, given my stature in society, the kind of royalty Penny had mentioned, merely indulging in a cheeseburger and fries was something I rarely did.
Perhaps that was why the feast we’d been presented, watching the way she savored every bite, her eyelids half closed, her long lashes skimming across her shimmering cheeks had been so damn enjoyable.
And why the food tasted scrumptious, more so than ever before. Sure, I’d eaten a handful of burgers here, also telling her the truth about indulging in junk food on several occasions. But this was… special.
“This is the best burger I ever ate,” she murmured after taking a bite, holding her fingers in front of her face as if I’d be incensed by her talking and chewing at the same time.
“You’re not finished yet.” She ate like a guy, chomping down heartedly. I found that entirely too sexy, making sitting in my chair uncomfortable.
“Are you trying to tell me that I must be a good girl and finish my lunch or I won’t get dessert?” She even altered her voice to sound like a young girl.
Now my goddamn cock was pinched against my zipper. I was forced to shift in my seat to keep from crying out in pain. She seemed to notice, grinning before biting down far too slowly on yet another juicy mouthful. Damn if I wasn’t thinking about how hot it would be to feed each other. And how perfect it would be to lather her entire body in whipped cream and spend my time getting a sugar rush.
“Yes, my dear captive. You are required to follow every single one of my rules.”
“At least you’re finally admitting I’m your captive. I can’t imagine what’s next. Tattoos with your name? Branding?” She’d gone from tormenting me about my less than calm life to being more playful than anyone I’d ever been with in the blink of an eye. “However, you’re going to learn I don’t like following rules, especially from overbearing men.”
“Both excellent ideas. Now, I’m overbearing?”
“You bet you are.”
She’d also refused to talk further about my recommendation that she work in one of my clubs. However, she would soon discover that what I wanted I always acquired. While the fact she was in considerable danger remained in the back of my mind, I’d already decided after fucking her that I wanted more, including time spent with her.
What that meant, I wasn’t certain. I merely accepted once with her wasn’t nearly enough.
I was an insatiable man.
I stole one of her fries since I’d already eaten all of mine, unable to keep from grinning. She was a natural beauty and the care she took with Remington was just as stunning.
As cheese oozed past her luscious lips, I found myself involuntarily slipping my finger through the bright orange dollop, bringing it to my mouth. The entire time I sucked on my finger, she stopped chewing, lifting her head away from her half pound of meat, so much lust in her eyes that my cock immediately responded.
“I warned you that you needed a second slice of cheese,” she finally whispered in her sultry voice. As she broke off another bite of her burger, cooing as she handed it to Remington, I realized the way I felt about the woman wasn’t just about exploring every inch of her. I genuinely enjoyed her company. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that way about anyone.
I was so used to my life being strictly business, not trusting anyone because doing so meant potentially costing me my life.
Or my freedom.
What I hadn’t told her about my time being a hostage was that it had happened because I’d been betrayed by a friend. A best friend. A guy I’d palled around with for almost two years. He’d known more about me than anyone, likely even my father. That’s where I’d made my mistake. In trusting him with private details, aspects about my father’s business, I’d opened myself up to becoming a victim.
I had no clue why the ugliness had surfaced other than longing to know why she’d felt the need to cut her beautiful skin. However, spending what little time I had with Penny had reminded me that I wasn’t really living any longer. I was existing.
How ironic that a man with money, clout, and all the toys money could buy found himself unfulfilled.
“Well, I guess I’ll need to start taking your advice from here on out.”