“What the hell else do you call this? You’re mine,” he bellowed.
“What if I don’t want to be alone with you?”
“Too damn bad. You think I want to be alone with you after the stunt you just pulled?” He hissed out the words and they were filled with anger.
“I have to make sure,” I explained. I scrambled around so that I could look directly in his eyes while straddling him.
“You don’t make sure with your life, Katalina.” He punctuated the words like my life was truly precious. “Bastian is—”
“Bastian is an ally first and always.” I dragged a finger across his jaw, followed the strong line of it, and pondered if he’d ever had it broken. “No man wants to go up against me and you, Rome. Especially Bastian. He’s seen all you’ve done and he’s a team player by nature.”
“He can do whatever the fuck he wants, woman. He doesn’t have to play nice with others if he doesn’t want to.”
“But he does. He always will. He thinks the world is a better place that way.”
His forehead fell to mine and he sighed. I felt his muscles relaxing and I dragged my hands up to his shoulders. “I want to fucking kill you for offering yourself up. You don’t belong toyouanymore. You belong tome.”
He gripped my ass and ground my body into his dick. I felt the strain through our clothing.
“Jesus, Rome,” I whispered. “We’re not doing anything here.”
“We aren’t?” He smiled, but it was lazy, relaxed suddenly, like he had all the power in the room, in the world. “Why is your pussy so close to the cock that fucks it into submission, then?”
I started to inch away, but his fingers lodged in my ass cheeks. His head dipped down so he could drag his tongue across my collarbone. I moaned immediately, my nerves on high alert.
“She moans like a fucking whore but says no like a tease.” The devil was in his eyes.
Mad.
Rome was livid, furious. He wanted to teach me a lesson. My core clenched because I knew it wasn’t right, but I belonged in the wrong corners of our darkness. I thrived in them. I knew we should stop with the freaking leaders of the damn world outside of those doors.
But I was in a sex club.
His sex club.
I wanted to push him. The queen and her monster. We would war over and over again before we found any semblance of balance.
“Maybe I like being the whore and the tease. You let Bastian touch me and I let him too. Maybe you’re okay with another man on me as long as it’s not him hurting me, huh?”
He growled into my neck and every hair on the back of it stood up. “I don’t know whether to call you a bitch or a mastermind for that comment, Cleo. You and I both know I’m not going to stop now. You deserve punishment.”
With an abrupt, rough shove he got me on the table again. His hands immediately snaked up my skirt.
“Rome, everyone’s outside those doors.”
“You going to be shy about us now? You were just on the table about ready to fuck another man.”
“Fuck?” I laughed at his ridiculous assessment, but it caught in my throat when he swept my underwear to the side. I heard one of the Stonewoods say something on the other side of the large doors and then glasses clinking like they were all having a drink without us. If one of them stepped back in here…we couldn’t. “Rome, we should wait—”
My protest died a quick death as he slid two fingers into me and rolled a thumb over that ball of nerve endings he knew how to work just right.
This was my punishment?
This was how he’d put me in my place? I arched back on the table and moaned way louder than I should have. I slapped a hand over my mouth.
“That doesn’t sound like an argument, Kate-Bait. It sounds like an invitation,” he murmured as he stood but kept his fingers on my pussy. His shadow engulfed me as he leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Tell me to stop.”
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to try to keep from screaming as his other hand inched up to my breast where he worked to get under my bra and pinch my nipple.