Page 19

There was only one comfortable furnishing in the room, and that was the leather sofa chair in the corner.
It was also the only furniture that wasn't an original part of the design, and where he liked to sit.
Where sometimes, he liked to watch.
Tonight, Tatiana was naked, except for a pair of exquisite black lace panties and a leather collar around her throat. She was crouched on the bed, positioned like a good little puppy, her knees spread apart and digging into the squeaky mattress.
Theexactsame mattress Rook's grandmother used to sleep on.
She didn't speak, the ball gag in her mouth kept her from it, but her eyes bore into mine. They were blazing with anger.
My dick hardened at the sight of her, my gaze slowly lowering to take in her sensual form, and her nipples hardened into tight buds.
I wanted to pull them into my mouth, lave her body with my lust…swallowherwith my black hole of need.
“What a good bitch,” I smirked, meeting her gaze again, and her eyes narrowed, fury making the sky-blue color crackle like shooting stars.
She was pissed I'd called her in tonight, of all nights.
Her birthday.
Her anger only made my cock grow harder; she fucked relentlessly when she was furious.
Still smiling, I lowered my gaze across her flat stomach, the soft diamond glinting in her belly, then down to those sensual lace panties.
My humor slipped away, rage filling its place, slashing across my chest when I saw the thick, white streak of cum across them.
"You fucker," I growled to the man silently watching me from the dark shadows of the room.
His responding chuckle was low and dark, as deadly as the man himself. "I thought you might enjoy my gift."
"I don't."
"Ah, well. That's disappointing, because my littlepolvaenjoyed it."
My fury ratcheted up a notch and I clenched my hands into fists, finally turning towards him. He was wearing a black, button up shirt, and dark black suit pants, perfectly blending into the shadows except for where he'd folded back his sleeves, revealing his tattoo sleeve, and nimble fingers that clutched a tumbler of amber whiskey. “You know marking her before I enter the room is against our agreement."
He took a sip of his whiskey, giving a deep scoff. "I'll take it out of my fee."
"You know I don't give a shit about that."
"For a man desperate to have her on this specific night, all I want to hear from your lips is,gracias, señor."
"Fuck you."
"You say it, or you don't fuckher."
I looked back at her. She was still and unmoving, staring blankly at me.
"I'll say it, but you have to agree to never call her polva again." That wasmynickname for her; no one else got to call her that. It was a deep betrayal that she’d told him about it, and I was going to take her punishment out on her ass.
"Done." Rook immediately agreed, letting me know he hadn't really cared about it. He was only calling her that to get under my skin.
And it was working.
"Say it, Knight," he seethed, showing an unexpected emotion.
“Gracias, Señor." I let it slide from my lips just as easily as his agreement to my terms, showing him that it truly meant nothing to me.