And the way he kept looking at her was close to convincing Bree that it was true, no matter how incredible that sounded!
Dylan slowly made his way to her. With every step he took, her heartbeat just kept getting louder and louder. When he took her hand, Bree’s entire body shook.
Tomorrow might be another battle, but with his touch it meant today was hers. Today, he was hers.
He said gravely, “What do you want us to do?”
“What are you saying?” Henrietta screeched.
Neither of them glanced at her. She couldn’t even if her life depended on it. She was too mesmerized with the way Dylan was gazing at her. She knew – she knew he had meant it when he told her he loved her, but in the cold light of day, it was a truth that felt a little unfathomable.
Until now...
“I want us to leave.”
“Then we’ll leave—-”
“Is that it?” Henrietta sneered. “A little girl’s keeping you on a leash now?”
Dylan only raised a brow. “I hope she will.” He glanced at Bree, a look of courteous inquiry on his handsome face. “Will you use a leash later, babe?”
She managed not to gasp, but she couldn’t stop herself from blushing when she realized what he was implying. She also knew it was meant to give her confidence – to let her know that he wasn’t going to let Henrietta’s words ruin things for them.
Bree lifted her a chin. “It depends...” Even though she was still red-faced, she managed to say thoughtfully, “If you’re a good boy, I just might use a leash. And maybe some cuffs, too.”
Even Dylan appeared impressed with her answer. “Promising,” was all he said before pulling her to him and leading the way out of the balcony.
As they took the stairs, she said mildly, “Henrietta’s very angry.” It was an understatement, actually, with the way the supermodel was trying to raise the roof with her curses.
“Let her,” Dylan said in an utterly bored voice.
“Did you bring a car?”
He shook his head.
“I did, so I’ll drive.” She didn’t wait for him to argue and just went straight to the driver’s seat. When he got in the passenger seat next to her, she realized she was nervous about being in such close confines with Dylan.
This was so weird. She had gotten what she wished for, hadn’t she? Dylan had come with her. He had chosen her over Henrietta. So why wasn’t she celebrating? Why did she feel so painfully shy and awkward with him, like nothing had happened between them last night?
“Buckle up,” she said as she reversed the car into the highway.
“Just drive,” was all he said.
The answer confused her. Was he angry at her for taking control of the wheel? She turned to her, planning to ask him what his problem was but she yelped instead.
“What are you doing?” Bree demanded in a shriek as he calmly ripped the bottom half of her silk jumpsuit.
“This is fully tinted, right?”
“Yes, but oh my God, what are you doing?” This time, he had completely ripped her panties off, too. She didn’t see it – she wasn’t the type to look away from the road when driving – but she felt it, the cool air brushing against the smooth shaved skin between her legs.
When Dylan calmly pried her thighs apart, Bree’s eyes shot wide open. “Oh my—-do not, you mustn’t—-don’t you dare—-AH!”
His head was between her thighs.
His lips had touched her core.
His tongue was inside her.
And then he was thrusting his tongue in and out of her.
She screamed.
He didn’t stop tonguing her.
And so she couldn’t stop screaming.
Her fingers tightened around the wheel as Dylan kept fucking her in the sweetest and hottest way possible with his mouth. “Dylan,” she whispered.
The undisguised need in her voice made Dylan’s cock throb and he squeezed her thighs in approval.
She understood what he was trying to say and sobbed her pleasure out loud, realizing that he wanted to hear her. “Dylan, Dylan, Dylan.” She chanted his name, sobbed and screamed it, but he didn’t give her the pleasure she was dying for.
When he lifted his head, all he said was, “Drive to the nearest hotel.”
She made a hard turn the moment he said that, having spotted the Aehrenthal Hotel’s easily distinguished façade in the next block.
He laughed even though her quick turn had nearly caused him to knock his head against the dashboard. “Call the hotel.”
“Why?”
“Get them to deliver you a pair of pants in the basement parking.” And then his head was back between her legs, his fingers parting her folds as widely as he could before his tongue slid back in.
“Oooooooooh.” The pleasure was electrifying and she strained towards his mouth in her seat.
“Call now, babe,” he commanded against her skin while playing with her folds, caressing it with his fingers.
She was connected to the hotel’s concierge in an instant. “This is Sabrina Wyle.”