Page 10 of The Tycoon (The Douglas Brothers #1)

Sutton

“Welcome home, Princess.”

Keeping my gaze on Dolly’s gorgeous face, I wait with bated breath as my personal elevator opens directly into the foyer of my high-rise condo.

Her expression doesn’t disappoint. Gasping audibly, her eyes widen as she takes in my humble home.

Well, I suppose it’s now my temporary home.

My realtor is already lining up some viewings for us on properties in Highland Park later in the week.

Though I think I will keep this place for when we want to have some fun downtown.

I will miss having a five-minute commute into the office, but it will be worth it in the end.

Staying a step behind her, I can’t help but smile as she almost timidly enters the foyer and moves into the opulent living room.

There are some amazing perks to living here.

I have access to concierge services that rival that of the Ritz, twenty-four-hour room service from the three Michelin star restaurant on the ground floor, and daily maid service.

I must admit, that’s my favorite benefit of living here. I can’t stand a dirty home. My mind can’t function in visual chaos. There’s nothing better than coming home from a day of stressful negotiations to peace and serenity. Unless you have a beautiful blonde to come home to every night, that is.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

Turning on her heels to face me, she starts to laugh. Nodding her head she makes a show of gesturing around the space with her hands.

“How could I not? It’s like something you see in movies! You actually live here?”

Stalking towards her, my lips raise into a devilish smirk.

I’ve been a complete gentleman since our kiss in her apartment, but now that I have her where she belongs, all I want to do is take her to the bedroom.

I have a burning need to coax all those pretty little sounds from that sweet mouth of hers once again.

“I do, and now so do you,” I say.

Rolling her eyes, she makes the tiniest snort. She is too precious and innocent for her own good. I just want to pull her hair free of that damn scrunchie and twist my fingers into her locks, right before she takes me into her pouty mouth.

“Very funny, Sir.”

Quirking my head, I arch a dark brow. I know we technically only just met, but she should know by now that I wouldn’t lie to her. Well, about things that actually matter.

“Oh, I’m not laughing, Princess. I can’t let you go back to that apartment. Now I can see the worry on your face, but I promise Sam will be ok. I will make sure he can manage living there without you.”

It’s not a complete lie. I will buy out Dolly’s portion of what’s owed on the lease so I suppose Sam will be alright for a time, while I systematically dismantle every aspect of his miserable life. Then, when he’s at his lowest point in said miserable life, I will end him. Slowly and painfully.

“I don’t know…this is all really, really sudden,” she whispers.

Taking her hand, I bring it to my chest. Placing her open palm directly over my heart, I lock my hungry eyes onto hers.

“Dolly, do you feel that?” I ask.

Blinking at me, she lets out a shaky breath.

I know she can feel my heart pound under her touch.

I’m not manipulating her; there’s no way I could fake this physical reaction to what I genuinely feel for her.

Though I have tried, I haven’t been able to control its racing beat since my tongue tasted her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. You are the only one who has made it beat like this. The only one. The moment you gave me that hug? That was it for me. I admit, it is rather sudden, but you have me, I’m all in. That’s what you want, right? You want me to be yours?” I ask.

Her mouth falls open, I know she’s completely stunned. This is one of those moments she’s probably dreamed of since she was a little girl. It’s a moment I never wanted but here I am, confessing that she has turned my life inside out.

Nodding her head, she stammers before she can get her mouth to say the words running through her head.

“Ye…yes…that’s what I want!” she exclaims.

Slowly closing the space between us, I press my lips upon her forehead in the softest kiss I can manage. I don’t trust myself to give her a proper kiss right now. Letting my lips linger, I hum my approval before pulling back to look at her flushed face.

“Then it's settled. We will iron out all of the details later. There’s plenty of time for us to have talks about our future but for now…why don’t we enjoy the first night of the rest of our lives?”

If it seems like I’m trying to speed this along to take her to bed, I am. My feelings for her are real and true, but so is my need to feel her pussy squeeze around my cock.

“Okay…I would like that,” she replies, easing her hand from my chest.

Dropping her gaze, her fingers fidget with one another, tugging on a hangnail that isn’t there. She has a genuine smile but oh, she is nervous. I need to nip whatever this is in the bud.

“What’s wrong Princess?”

Humming for a moment, she raises her worried eyes to mine. I can feel the hesitation radiating from her, it makes me bristle that something in her past has made her this unsure.

“Dolly? You can tell me anything,” I say.

Swallowing hard, she gives me the smallest of nods. Taking a breath, she readies herself.

“Ok. So. I’m…I’m not that experienced.”

Her reply doesn’t surprise me in the least.

“That’s not a bad thing, Princess. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to or are uncomfortable with. We don’t have to do anything at all. I need you to know that.”

Do I want to fuck her into oblivion? Of course I do, but I can’t treat her as I have the other women. She’s not trash, and she’s not a victim. I’m not letting the beast have her. I will let her set the pace. Even if it drives me insane.

“Thank you, I appreciate that Sutton…but I do want us to…you know…I guess I’m afraid that I will disappoint you. I don’t know how to do a lot of things,” she says.

Holding in a laugh, I try to keep my expression as empathetic as possible. As if her being inexperienced is a negative. On the contrary, I couldn’t be more pleased. I get to teach her and shape her into exactly what I want. I’ve hit the jackpot.

Lifting my hand to cup the side of her face, I do my best to calm her with a gentle touch.

“I promise you, you won't disappoint me. I’m a wonderful teacher,” I say, dropping my voice so it’s warm and deep. “Is there something you haven’t done that you would like to?”

Shuffling her weight from one foot to the other, Dolly pauses a moment.

Straightening her posture, she gathers her strength to tell me her deepest desire.

I’ll do whatever she wants, I don’t care what it is.

It could be the most vile, depraved thing and I will do it with a smile on my face.

I’ll enjoy it just as much as she will. I’ll make sure of it.

“I’ve never had a man pleasure me orally,” she admits.

Now this revelation does shock me. To my core. Eating pussy is my favorite thing to do. What kind of selfish, low-life losers has she been with?

“Never?” I ask.

Shaking her head, a look of disappointment flashes over her face. I can tell this has bothered her, but I think it riles me up even more. Well, I’m going to put an end to her sexual frustration. When I’m done with her, she’ll be begging for my tongue and cock at least five times a day.

“Do you want me to take you to the bedroom? Or would you like me to drop to my knees right here?”

Her light blue eyes widen in a combination of shock and excitement.

Her nervous giggle fills my ears, making me grin.

While it’s a precious sound, it’s edged in that damn hesitation.

I want her to get to a point where she answers me without thinking, without second guessing herself or me.

It will take time, but I will own her full trust.

“Princess? What would make you comfortable?” I ask, swiping the pad of my thumb over her cheek.

“I, uh…the bedroom? Please?”

Nodding my head, I drop my hand to take hers. Giving it a gentle squeeze, I lead her through my condo. This is the only time I’ve ever wished I lived in something smaller. Four-thousand feet of living space is a lot to traverse when you’re dying to dive in between the legs of an innocent goddess.

“Oh my god, is that…is that a theater?” she asks in awe.

Turning my head, I blink for a moment before I realize that having a theater room isn’t a normal occurrence in an average American’s home.

“It is. And later, once you’re completely satisfied, I’ll have room service deliver some popcorn and peanut M it’s such a relief to me.

“Our room, Sir…I do like the sound of that,” she replies, glancing around the masculine furnishings. “Could I add some things, though?”

“Of course you can, Princess. You can decorate this whole condo any way you want,” I begin, raking my desperate, dark gaze up and down her body. “Starting by decorating our bed.”

Swallowing hard, her lower lip trembles as she smiles. She’s still a little unsure, but it won’t last for long. I’m going to make her feel so good that every ounce of her self-consciousness will disappear.

Closing the space between us, I move my hand to her jaw. Gently lifting it with a hint of a dominant touch, I force her eyes to meet mine.

“I want you to take off all your clothes and lie down in the center of that huge bed for me. Now.”