Page 50 of Draco's Defiance

Initially, there was nothing to hear except his own agitated breaths. Had he judged her wrong? Was she currently enjoying the view from the top floor before taking the same staircase he’d just used south to slip out of the building completely?

He couldn’t let that happen. Moira was badly in need of more discipline and her fidgety movements when he’d told her so, combined with the growing color in her face had conveyed she knew it too. But it wasn’t only a question of his goading arousal and the flagrant way she flirted with the idea of another spanking. It was also about her safety.

If she vanished from him now, who knew where she’d go. One thing was for sure, though, Oliver Monroe was more dangerous than ever, and the thought of the chimera getting its paws on her made him want to scratch Monroe’s eyes out.

“Moira!” he hissed her name, angrier with himself than with her. “Where are you?”

As if the elevator sought to reply, it chimed at the far end of the hall, indicating its imminent arrival. Draco’s heart leapt at the sudden answer.

It’s her!

Dashing across the hall, he pushed open the nearest door and slipped into one of the plush guest rooms. Leaving the door slightly ajar, he peered around as the elevator doors slid open.

There she was. Face flushed, she glanced nervously around the landing before she stepped onto the lavish gold carpet and waited for the doors to close behind her. Draco delved for his phone and disabled her easy escape route.

No more ease.

His lips stretched into a sly smile as he slipped his phone away. Things had been far too simple for Moira so far. It was time he took the odds up a notch.

She must have gone to the roof terrace before taking the elevator to the level they were both now on. Perhaps she’d thought he’d follow her there and strip her completely. It was an enticing thought, and one he’d consider for the future, but today was too cold for public exhibitionism.

Not that anyone would see her up there. He bit back on his snigger. I could keep her tied up there for weeks and no one would know.

Retreating behind the door, he took deep, slow breaths as he listened for her footsteps. He had to remain calm if he was going to milk the maximum merriment from the coming moments. Had to not permit his hedonism to cloud his better judgment. Her steps came in tentative bouts, two or three at a time like a tiny mouse who was dodging the cat’s advance. He imagined her eyeing each and every door as she made her way along the hall, wondering where he was, and when he might jump out and gobble her up.

Her caution was well-advised. Moira had no idea what she’d unleashed when she’d made her way up his tower instead of fleeing for freedom. She’d never have been free, of course. He’d have caught her and dragged her back to his bed, but she didn’t know that. When she’d taken the elevator north, she’d only ignited fresh arousal.

To come proactively to his bedrooms sent him a definite message. She didn’t only seek the spanking he’d promised her, but another round of his cock’s attention, as well. His gaze lowered fleetingly to his pants, sympathizing with the organ. It was nearly as desperate for her as he was.

If Draco had more time, he’d have been happy to scratch both itches. He’d have spanked her ass red before plunging his dick into her welcoming holes. Cole’s message, however, had left him with more than only one problem. Not only had his youngest brother inadvertently spilled the Vaughn family secret, but his imploring tone had troubled Draco. Evidently, Cole believed Monroe was a threat, or he wouldn’t have intervened on Sebastian’s behalf, and that threat wasn’t going away. Once Moira was suitably chastened, he’d have to go to his brothers and deal with Monroe’s menace.

Clearing his mind of the distraction, he listened harder as she shuffled along the carpet. Poor Moira. She’d run off in nothing but one of his shirts, which was oversized on her to say the least. If she’d gone to the roof, her legs and feet would no doubt be freezing, and gods help her if she was walking dirt from the terrace into his expensive carpet.

I’ll warm her up. His back straightened as his cock tented his pants. And any trace of dirt is only more evidence for a spanking.

She was too close now to risk glancing around the door in case she spotted him, but she was close enough that he could hear her shortened breaths.

Tantalizingly close.

Time protracted as she passed by his door. Draco held his breath, tuning into her thoughts to see if she was querying why it was open. He left most of the doors in the place closed, so surely, she would notice the difference.

Oh, God! She took a step on the other side of where he stood. Where is he? Maybe he really thought I was going to run for it and went downstairs, after all, but he must have realized I wasn’t there by now. She pulled in a big breath, her dismay obvious as she inched along the hall.

Apparently, too consumed with her thoughts, she’d failed to notice the door ajar. That was unusual for a professional who’d told him she prided herself on her attention to detail.

What am I doing? Her feet paused as she struggled with the internal query. Why am I running around his house playing like a child? What’s wrong with me?

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” He stepped out from around the door in a heartbeat, towering over her as she spun to face him.

Mouth parting, she almost toppled backward at his abrupt presence, but reaching forward, he caught her arm and steadied her.

“You’re perfect.” Ensuring she was stable on her feet, he released her arms, reveling in her stunned expression.

How long has he been there?

“Long enough,” he answered. “And as for you, you just discovered that you like being spanked, and you’re trying to figure it out.”

“No.” She shook her head, already walking away. “No, that’s not true. I don’t enjoy it, don’t want it.”