C12, PT. 4

“I need you on your knees, princess,” he said in a silky tone that brought her skittish attention back to him.

She took a deep breath. In the privacy of their home, she submitted to him without thought. Where they were shouldn’t make a difference. She trusted him to take care of her. She cleared her mind as she sank to her knees on the cold marble. He leaned down and gave her a deep, drugging kiss that told her how pleased he was.

“Five years, I’ve waited for a chance to redeem myself for walking away when you came to London,” he rasped. “I thought it would take months to get you to come to me. Couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you standing there. You keep making my dreams come true, princess, and now you’re going to fulfill another.”

His low growl was making her hot. She clamped her thighs together as her body responded. His eyes glittered with salacious hunger as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He stroked himself, which made her mouth water.

He raised a questioning brow. “Are you going to claim what you own?”

Her mouth curved as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, which jumped in welcome. She kissed the side of it and murmured, “You’re admitting it, Jamie? I own you?”

“You tell me.”

Challenge accepted. She cleared her mind and focused completely on him, determined to top his fantasy. She adjusted his pants so she could pull out his balls. She fondled him as she worked his dick, which lengthened into the monster that she knew would be inside her very soon.

“Fuck, Jasmine.”

She gave him a wicked smile as she lapped and teased and stroked so he bucked in her hand. Too bad his employees wouldn’t hear him shouting her name. The thought of that made her squirm. But with his home offices being soundproof, she was certain this one was as well. On the other hand, that meant they could be as loud and lurid as they wanted, and his staff would be none the wiser aside from the fact that her bodyguards were waiting on her.

A gust of air to her left was her only warning before she registered the sound of voices, where there had been only the sounds of her sucking and his low grunts of masculine satisfaction. She panicked and reared back into the wall. Roth followed to keep himself lodged in her mouth and pinned her to the wall with his cock lodged deeper than she was prepared for. She tried to control her gag reflex as her nails dug into his rock-hard thighs.

 “Keep sucking me,” he ordered.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door was cracked. The only explanation was that he opened it, but why? She made an urgent sound, which he responded to by stroking her hair.

“Are you ashamed for them to see you like this? On your knees, choking on my cock? Getting off on it? Look at me.”

Streaming eyes flicked up and collided with his feral gaze.

“Does it matter who sees? What they think? Any man who got a glimpse of you like this would give anything to be in my place,” he said darkly as he rubbed her cheek, which bulged from his cock, as she caught her breath. “Or would you rather they discover us with me at your feet eating your cunt, face smeared with you?”

The image made her core pulse.

“How much do you want me? Enough to fuck me in front of an audience?”

Her heart tripped. Was he threatening her or…? Her mind was a frazzled mess as she registered the sound of a group of men talking. It wasn’t Mo or Johan who possessed distinct accents. It must be his staff, or the men from the meeting hanging around, waiting to see how long it would take for Roth to emerge. They sounded so close. Roth distracted her when he started fucking her mouth nice and slow. She slumped against the wall, gripping his thighs as waves of lust, confusion, and terror washed over her. Her deprived inner exhibitionist was in a fucking tizzy as the sounds of his busy employees pinged on her senses.

The open door wouldn’t be obvious unless someone was just a few feet away. And for all she knew, he had another appointment that could be arriving at any moment. Where the hell were Mo and Johan? She couldn’t hear them, but they had to be nearby. They weren’t sitting in some chairs off to the side where they were getting an eyeful, were they? Flashes of searing panic and elation crashed through her. She took her anxiety out on Roth, who hissed and bunched his fingers in her hair.

“Fuck, princess. You’re getting off on this like that night in the alley, only this time, we aren’t in danger of being discovered by strangers.” He braced his arm on the wall and stared down at her with needy, incandescent eyes. “I want everyone to see you submit to me, see how you get off on pleasing me, watch me own you.” His expression hardened. “But I’d also shoot anyone who sees you naked or witnesses what you look like when you come.”

He shut the door with a snap.

“One day, I’ll give that to you, but today is mine,” he ground out as he stepped back.

She swiped at her mouth with the back of her arm. Her lips ached from being stretched so wide. “Give me what?”

“I said I’d fulfill all your desires, even the ones you don’t share,” he said as he picked her up. “You like the thrill of being caught, but you like the thought of someone watching even more. Probably stems from Maximus making sex such a taboo subject.”

She thumped his shoulder as he carried her across the room. “I never asked you to indulge my fantasies or analyze where they come from!”

“You make my dreams come true, I do the same for yours, even though the thought of it makes me want to rip someone’s head off.”

“Then how…?” She trailed off when he set her on the blueprint they had been pouring over. “I don’t want to ruin—”

“I’m going to make sure you do.”

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