Stolen: A Bad Boy Romance (24 page)

Chapter Six

Joanna

“Where are we?” I asked as I walked into the condo and looked out over the stunning view of the harbor.

“My place,” He said, his voice husky as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and planted a kiss on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine and I squirmed. My panties were already soaked through, and he was just torturing me.

“You don’t stay in the hotel?” Somehow I thought where we had sex the last time was his place.

“What? No.” He kissed my neck again. “That suite is just where we play poker, silly girl. This is all mine.”

It was gorgeous. Pristine and beautiful and everything that reminded me of exactly who he was. The rich son of a rich son of a bitch who made people suffer for a living. It sent cold chills down my spine.

“What else is all yours?” Why in the hell did I keep opening my mouth? Dear lord it was going to be the death of me.

“Hopefully you. At least tonight.” There it was the answer I was looking for. The one that made my nipples harden with anticipation against the cloth of my dress. The fabric suddenly felt tight, too tight. Like I was going to suffocate under the heat of it. I was trapped in it, and I wanted to be free.

“Greyson?” I asked, feeling more vulnerable than I could remember feeling in a very long time.

“What is it, Joanna?”

“I was wondering if you meant it earlier. When you said you wanted to tie me up with my own dress.” I swallowed. I saw the dark desire in his eyes, and I knew he was serious, but I had to hear it again.

He grabbed me hard, by the wrist and pulled me into him. “Do you want to know the truth, Joanna?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” the word came out in a dry whisper as I failed to wet my throat. Just being this close to him was taking away all my sanity.

“I’m a fucking monster, Jo.”

I shook my head. That couldn’t be true. I’d seen how kind he was to others.

“No, I am I want to tie you up, I want to spank you. Hard.” His growl deepened as he gripped me tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I squirmed just thinking about it. “Greyson-“

“I want to make you scream and squeeze your thighs together in pain and ecstasy. I want to make you feel everything all at once. I want to be in control.” His chest heaved as he let out the last words, his true intent known.

And it filled me with more excitement than dread. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself to him. “I want what you want.”

“You’ll wish you didn’t.” His eyes flashed, but a hungry smile replaced it. He threaded his hand through my hair and gave it a yank, pulling me close to him. My lip trembled in response.

“I want to taste you, Joanna.” Greyson hiked up the skirt of my dress and slid my panties to the side dipping his fingers into me again. I moaned as he did it, but he grinned. “First, I want you to taste yourself.”

I looked at him a little shocked then shook my head. “No, it’s dirty.”

“It’s sweet. Taste yourself, Jo.” He held his fingers to my lips, and I took them him to my mouth, sucking on them like he told me to. It was sweet, and salty and surprisingly arousing. Fuck. I clung to him a little harder.

“Last time, the first time. I fucked you too fast. I took what I wanted, and I didn’t think about all the things I could do to you. This time, it’ll be different.” He nuzzled my neck and kissed along my flesh. “Maybe then I’ll get you out of my fucking head.” It sounded like he was tormented. Like he was begging more than suggesting.

I had a feeling we were both past that point. He grabbed me and pulled me into him, his lips crashed against mine as he came down on them. He was greedy for me. Greedy for more. He wasn’t the only one. We fought with each other for a moment. I pushed against him, my teeth scraping against him. I breathed him in, one breath, two. I couldn’t get enough of him of that beautiful escape his body promised.

“So,” I asked slowly when I disentangled myself from him. “Do you have a special room or something here?”

He looked at me then he laughed. Actually laughed at me. “What, you mean like a dungeon or some shit? No. I don’t have a ‘special room’ or anything I am going to do to you will be done in my bed.” The deep resonance in his voice scared me more than if he said he had a special room.

I swallowed. Hard.

“Fuck, Jo. I can’t wait anymore.” He grabbed me and shoved me against the glass wall of his condo that overlooked the harbor.  I let out a moan as he slipped his hands up my dress and grabbed my underwear, pulling them off. “I don’t know why you wear these. They always seem to get soaked when we are together.” He glided his hand over my mound and found my center, showing me exactly what he meant.

“You are fucking slick as hell,” he murmured into my hair. He pulled my skirt up further, exposing me.

“What if someone sees?” I asked in a pant. My mind was racing, and I was fighting for any control. Even a little bit.

If anyone was looking, they just looked out of their condo, they’d see my ass plastered against the glass, my skirt hiked all the way up around my waist. Fuck. Just thinking about it made me even more wet.

“Then they get a free fucking show.” He thrust his fingers inside of me, and I moaned, slamming my back against that giant window. “You think they don’t do the same thing? Fuck in front of this big ass window so that the whole world can see. I want them to see. See that you’re mine.”

His. The words shot through me and enveloped me in warmth. He claimed me, maybe just for the night, but it meant something. It meant he thought about me. That he desired me. And fuck if that didn’t make me even hotter.

I arched my neck as he kissed down it, his fingers thrusting in and out of me. It was good, so fucking good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him. More of him.

All of him.

He left me, and I moaned as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was so strong he did it without any effort, kissing me deeply before carrying me away from with window.

“I don’t have a special room, but I do have a bedroom and I want you in it,” he growled as he found the zipper to my dress and pulled it down. It was falling off my shoulders, and he pushed it down further exposing my breast.

“Fuck,” he said as he grabbed a handful. “You drive me fucking crazy, Joanna.”

He laid me down on the bed, his eyes deep with an emotion I couldn’t place, something more than lust. “Take the rest of it off.”

I shivered. That commanding voice tore through me. He wasn’t going to discuss this. He wanted me naked, and he wanted it now. I pulled it off, and he grinned at me. “Good girl. Now lay back. I’m going to put something on you.”

I furrowed my brow and looked up at him. “What?” I asked.

“I told you, lay back.” He turned and rummaged through a drawer in his dresser then came back and sat next to me on the bed. “I’m not going to tie you up, Joanna. Not yet. But I do want you to wear this.” He took out a mask with no eyes and looked at me, waiting.

“Why?” I asked, squirming just a little. His bed was soft and luxurious that I felt like I was going to fall right through it if I wasn’t careful.

“Because I just want you to feel. Feel me. Take away one sense and the others are magnified. Especially when aroused.” He caressed my side as he looked at me. Greyson was being patient, but I could tell that it was only a small part of it and that if I denied him those eyes would turn cold.

I didn’t want to deny him. I didn’t want to wake up from this dream, this fantasy. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to know what he wanted.

I promised to embrace the darkness.

“I won’t fight this,” I said as I looked into his eyes. “I want to know who you are.”

“I’m going to take my time with you tonight, Joanna. Enjoy you. Drink you in. I won’t let the monster out. Not yet.” His eyes flashed. They betrayed the truth. He was holding back out of fear, not out of courtesy. He was afraid of himself. He was scared of who he was.

That just made me want to know him.

I took the mask into my hands and looked at it. It was leather, beautiful. It had unique stitching up the sides, flaring out all the way to the forehead. A beautiful strap wrapped around the middle in two bands creating the mechanism for making one unable to see. It was all leather, gorgeous, strong, yet elegant. It would’ve been a gorgeous mask for a ball or a masquerade… if it had eyes.

He had really good taste. I handed it back to him, and he put it over my eyes, clasping it in the back. My immediate reaction was an automatic run at being blinded. My pulse raced, my breath became shallow, and I felt vulnerable. Truly and totally vulnerable.

“I just want you to feel, Joanna. Really feel.” Shivers ran down my spine as he brushed his fingers along my jawline. I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t expecting anything, and that was what made it so much more intense.

I jumped at his touch but quickly relaxed as he bent down and kissed my cheek, just below the line of the mask. “You do have the most exquisite body,” he murmured as he kissed lower on my jaw, trailing kisses down my neck, my collarbone, around the curve of my breast.

I sucked in a breath when his mouth found my left nipple and latched onto it, sucking hard.

“Greyson-” I moaned but stopped. It felt so good I didn’t want him to quit. “Oh my God.”

My back arched against my will, and he continued his descent His kisses trailed lower, below my ribcage and along my stomach until he found me. I was wet and waiting and totally wanton. I mewed as he spread my legs, and all I could do was imagine he was looking me over because his lips had not yet touched flesh.

Not knowing was excruciating and left me wanting more all at the same time. This man was an expert at taking and giving.

“You are fucking sexy as hell,” he said, his breath hot on my mound. I squirmed, but he reached up and grabbed my hips. “Don’t make me tie you down.”

Not this time. I held my hips still as he kissed me just above my clit, my instincts telling me to buck, to squirm, something. I wanted to defy him, but I knew I shouldn’t. Not yet. Fuck, it was so tempting, though.

“Good girl,” he murmured against me, his breath hot on me.

Everything was heightened, every touch more intense as he kissed me, my body shivering each step of the way. It was a soft kiss, a gentle kiss, and it only made me open my legs wider to receive him.

I knew it was a mistake, but I trusted this man as he kissed further down my mound finding my center and giving it another lick. It sent shocks through me, shocks that ended in small trickles of pleasure.

“God, that feels so good,” I said as I dug my hands into the linens of his bed. The soft material only added to the luxury of what was happening.

“Does it? I want you to feel good, Joanna. I want you just to feel.” The warm vibration of his mouth against me added another layer of feeling to my already overwhelmed state. It was like he was purposefully trying to send me over the edge with just his voice.

If such a thing were possible, I would’ve cum while he spoke. While he gave me his full attention.

But it was his touch that did it for me. And when he slipped a finger down my slit I let out a stifled moan.

“Careful, too loud and you might just wake the neighbors. Not that I care too much, but I don’t want to have to gag that pretty little mouth of yours,” he warned and then licked my clit. Oh. Fuck.

I found myself wondering what it would feel like, to be tied up and gagged by him. If I would enjoy it or if it would scare me.

Somehow I had a feeling the answer to that question was C: all of the above.

And it pushed me on just a little bit farther.

I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see his face to know if he was looking up at me every few seconds if he was gauging my body's responses, or not. But I could feel him. That tongue licking me just how I wanted, those fingers filling me up. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was masterful at it.

I could feel myself on the edge, about to cum, my body shaking, my mouth contorting. I could feel what he was doing to me, and I absolutely loved it. I reveled in his touch, in the way his tongue quickened. Fuck. It was so damn good.

I bucked once, twice, against his mouth and then I let out a scream, my body unable to control itself any longer. Unable to hold itself back. I let wave after wave of pleasure overwhelm me as I shook, each tendril of feeling spurning another.

Collapsing I moaned, opened my eyes and looked down at him. But he wasn’t there. Only blackness.

The mask.

Fuck.

“Greyson,” I murmured as I reached for the mask.

But he grabbed my hands by the wrist, his grip firm, his fingers biting into my flesh.

“I put the mask on you, Jo. I take it off. Do you understand me?” The hard edge to his voice made me flinch at first, but the rush of feeling it left me with only served to heighten my pleasure. “You keep disobeying me, and there will be consequences.”

I knew he was telling the truth, but I wanted to know exactly what they were. I tugged on my arms and grinned.