Page 214 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Solene

"You?" I freeze.

He rakes his gaze from the top of my hair that I’ve piled in a messy bun on the top of my head, to the drops of water that cling to my décolletage, to my waist, down between my thighs, and to my feet.

By the time he raises his gaze to my face again, I’m flushed and melting.

My fingers tingle. I want to wrap my arms about myself and shield my nakedness, but to do that would mean to give away how exposed I feel.

He’ll take it as a sign of weakness. He’ll use it to bring me under his control.

He'll use my emotions against me. He’ll make me bend to his will and I…

I’m going to love it. I may be inexperienced, but my instincts tell me he knows how to please me.

He’ll satisfy me. He’ll make me feel like one of the characters in my smutty books.

The book he chose for had the MMC introducing the FMC to the pleasures of being dominated.

If that’s not a sign of what he intends to do to me, then I don’t know what is.

His gaze narrows, and a considering look comes into his eyes.

Then, he reaches behind him and locks the door.

The sound of the lock clicking into place sends an explosion of sensations down my spine.

My core clenches, my toes curl, and a thousand butterflies take flight under my skin.

I take a step back and he smirks. "Scared, Rabbit? "

I tip up my chin. "Of course not."

"You should be."

I gape. "Are you trying to scare me?"

"Am I succeeding?"

He is, but I’m not going to let him know that. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?"

"Thought you were going to keep our relationship professional?" I scowl.

"Is that why you challenged me to make you submit?"

I shuffle my feet. "I didn’t think you’d accept that. I thought your promise to keep our interactions professional—"

"—will still be valid."

"Eh?" I blink rapidly. "You lost me there, considering you broke the promise the moment you walked into that bathroom on the plane and—"

"I didn’t touch you then," he reminds me.

I scoff. "You made me orgasm. You showed me how to find my clit, then made me climax for the first time in my life. I’d say we broke more than just professional boundaries then."

"You should know, I will not get emotionally involved with you," he warns.

"Will not or can not?"

"What’s the difference? You’re on the verge of launching your career. I’m about to head into months of grueling shooting for my first role as the lead hero of—"

"Lead hero?" A burst of happiness blooms in my chest. I race toward him and launch myself into his arms. "Oh, my god, Declan, that’s amazing."

Only, when he cups my bare bottom and fits me over the thick column at his crotch do I realize that I’m naked and he’s aroused. Very aroused.

"I do believe you’re excited for me," he murmurs.

"I do believe you’re excited for me, too," I manage to choke out.

"What are we going to do about that, hmm?"

"What do you want to do about it?" I gasp.

In answer, he drags me up and down that monstrous pillar he’s sporting between his thighs.

My core clenches. My belly bottom outs. A line of fire seems to ignite from our point of contact to my extremities.

I lose my hold on him, but he grips my butt tighter and pulls me close.

"So much sass. Who’d have thought that shy, virginal Mafia princess would turn out to be so feisty. "

"Maybe I’m not a virgin," I scoff.

His brows draw down. A fire ignites deep in his eyes, turning them into stormy rain clouds. It’s an expression I haven’t seen on him before.

"Are you jealous?" I burst out.

He seems taken aback by my question. "Why should I be jealous?"

"Because I might have been with someone else?"

His scowl deepens. "Have you been with anyone else?"

"Only one way to find out."

A growl rumbles up his chest and the vibrations sink into my blood.

My nipples tighten, and my clit throbs. Since he taught me how to touch myself, I’ve been so much more aware of my body.

So much more aware of my attraction toward him.

So much clearer… I wanted him. I link my arms about his neck, and the muscles of his shoulders jump.

"You have no idea what you’re doing."

I tip up my chin. "On the contrary, I know what I want. You, on the other hand, seem to think you have to protect me."

"You want me to fuck you, is that it?"

This is what I wanted to hear. And yet, hearing it from him, I can’t stop my features from heating. Still, I manage to nod. Not that it convinces him.

"I don’t do relationships, Solene."

"I heard you the first time."

"And I won't make a habit of this, either."

Which means, he's been thinking of making whatever's happening between us a habit. Pleasure blooms in my chest, but I don’t let it show on my face. Instead, I tilt my head. "Are you going to fuck me, then?"

He searches my features. "I want you too much not to, but I don’t do vanilla sex, either."

"Think I don’t know that after that little scene at the Club?" I scoff.

"You shouldn’t have been there, but I suppose it’s good you were. This way, you know what’s coming next."

"You mean you’re going to take me over your lap and spank me?"

"Did the scene in The Club involve spanking?"

I shake my head.

"So, what did it involve?"

I bite down on the inside of my cheek, then whisper, "Whipping."

"Say it aloud.”

"Whipping," I hurl the word at him. "Happy now?"

"Not quite. I need to ask you, do you agree to be whipped by me, Solene?"

"Wh-whipped?"

He nods.

"Wh-why do you want to whip me?" I look between his eyes. "It’s the blood, isn’t it? That’s what turns you on, the blood?"