Page 13 of Shattered Veil
He slips the horn-rimmed glasses back on, and the woman clutches her chest as she checks Balor in. After a few nods, he signs the iPad with a stylus and she hands him keycards.
She motions left, but he crooks a finger toward me first.
I feel judged when the woman eyes me, and for the first time, I don’t like this game we’re playing. But Balor and I still have to sit next to each other for the long flight to New York. Backing out would make it a horribly awkward slog across the country.
I dismiss the look and square my shoulders. I’ve already come this far and I want, no need, this sexy man to fuck me.
As I move toward Balor, I decide I don’t care about the money. I don’t intend to take it. The next few hours will get me over an emotional hurdle.
This fantasy is what I need to start a new chapter of my life after what I went through with my ex. A chapter where I’m not afraid of a man touching me.
We get into the elevator and he cages me against thewall. His hands stay on the satin wood and not me. His green eyes give meaning to the word emerald.
When I look away, he barks, “Eyes on me.”
I flick my gaze back to meet his, a twinge of exhaustion flooding me. But I hide it.
“Who do you belong to?” he whispers.
“You.”
“Whoownsyou?”
“You.” My thighs clench at his visceral tone.
“You, what?”
“You, sir,” I purr.
The elevator door opens and he gestures for me to step out first. He carries both his duffle and my bag with one hand and takes my hand with the other. It’s a surprising gesture that feels instinctive. The sensation of his warm palm intimately brushing against mine startles me.
He keys into a room at the end of the hall. My jaw drops, taking in a luxury suite.
“Go into the bedroom, get naked, and lay face down on the bed.” Balor tosses our bags on the living room sofa.
Right, he only takes women from behind. Picturing getting railed that way heats me all over.
I flick the ties on my wrap dress, taking in his fiery gaze. “Repeat that?”
“Brats get fucked harder.”
With my dress open, I hold back a smile, twirl the tie, and dance into the bedroom saying, “Promise?”
Inside, I don’t get anywhere near the bed, when Balor comes up behind me, roughly pulling the dress off. The fabric turns into a makeshift rope, which he uses to bind my hands together.
“Remember the rules, I touch you,” he whispers to me from behind. “You don’t touch me. You touched my head in the limo. I let that slide.”
“I like touching you. And you liked it, too. Don’t beso...” I push my ass into his groin, startled at the thick pipe in his pants. “Rigid.”
“I like you. Okay. I’ll play your game.” He shucks the dress away and closes his hands around my waist. “Put your arms up and back around my neck.”
I reach behind and grip his shoulders as I grind some more against his erection. Good Lord, the size of it.
“I want you naked.” He unclasps my bra and tosses it across the room.
I’m completely naked. And he’s fully dressed.
That’s when things get crazy...