He chokes on a chuckle. “Big guy?”
I stick out my tongue like a child. “Since today.”
He grins, shaking his head. “I think we can do better.” Gideon stands and reaches his hand out toward me. “Stand up.”
“Gideon,” I warn, not even sure what I’m warning against.
He raises a finger at me, but I don’t miss the way his lip twists up into a smirk. “No questions.”
“Gideon—”
“Nope.” He starts pulling me off the chair.
“Where are we going?”
“To the bathroom.”
I stop short, trying to determine what he could possibly get us up to in the bathroom. The possibilities are endless with this man.
“But we have a meeting in a few minutes.”
“And they will wait.” He chuckles darkly, his eyes glittering with cruel amusement. “You’re mine, firefly. You’re mine to do with as I please.”
My core tightens, and my belly burns with need.
He leads us away from his men and toward the direction I have to assume is where the bathroom is.
I don’t bother with objections because I can’t deny that I love it when Gideon takes charge. Especially when he uses my body. He makes me feel alive when I’m with him, and by the look on his face and the gleam in his eye, that’s exactly what he plans to do.
It’s not even a second later that he’s throwing open the door to the bathroom and pushing me up against the sink.“I’m going to fuck you now, firefly,” he growls.
I moan in response, wanting everything he’s offering.
His hand lifts the material of my dress, and without warning, my underwear is ripped off me.
I can barely catch my breath before he’s thrusting deep inside me. He’s a man possessed, and I’m reaping the rewards of it. With every drive of his hips, more moaning and mewling escapes my lips. This is euphoria.
“Your pussy was meant for my cock.” His deep timbre washes over me, and goose bumps rise all over my skin. I’m addicted to him.
He grabs my hair, pulling back my head to capture my lips with his. Each second that passes, he fucks me harder, the sound of our bodies joining the only noise in the room.
“You belong to me. Say it,” he demands between harsh breaths.
“I belong to you.” I moan, the pleasure making my body shudder.
“Good girl,” he praises, slipping a hand between us to rub at my clit as he keeps pounding into me relentlessly. “You were made for this—for me—weren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper in response.
His thrusts and the rubbing of his fingers become too much, and I can feel the explosive orgasm rushing toward the surface. A few more strokes and my head falls back as I crash. Wave after wave of my orgasm tumbles over me.
It’s not long before Gideon jerks inside me, holding me closer as he milks his own release.
It takes us both a minute to catch our breaths. Our bodies are locked together while we work to get our racing hearts to slow. These stolen moments with him will never get old.
Eventually, he slips from my body and places a kiss on the top of my head.
“Still nervous?” he says into my hair.