Page 13 of Play With Me
Her hands fly to my biceps, steadying herself as she presses up on her toes and slides back down against me. “I like it when people watch me, smooth guy. If you aren’t careful, I’ll chain you up and make you my bitch again in front of everyone. So either watch your cocky mouth, or stay far, far away from me. Got it?”
God, her mouth makes me want to force her to her knees and shut her up by stuffing it full of my cock. I wonder what she’d do if I did that right here in the middle of the room.
Probably try to bite it off.
She exudes determination and pure defiance. I want to fuck it out of her. She continues to grindagainst me as I tell her, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, baby. Dobermans bite.Hard.”
Stretching up, she nibbles the base of my neck before biting down roughly. “I bite harder,” she says through a mouthful of my flesh. “And I’m a good trainer.”
Letting go of me with an audible pop, she storms away through the crowd, heading back toward the Grand Room. I follow, watching as she fidgets like she’s turned on—squeezing her legs together with small steps, running her hands up her sides to softly caress every inch of bare skin. Luca is nowhere to be found as she makes her way through the room and down another red-lit hallway, disappearing through one of the doors.
It isn’t shut when I approach it, but I close it behind me, finding myself in what I assume is her office. There’s a large L-shaped desk with a massive monitor on the curve, a black leather sofa along one wall, and an entire dressing area in the corner where racks of glittery costumes are rolled halfway into a bathroom. The only light comes from an ornate lamp in a corner that looks like a tree sprouting up from the base into multiple plumes that glow.
“Look, either we fuck this out of our system, or you tell Mick and the others that this isn’t the job for you,” she snaps, her saccharine tone turning to steel as she rips the mask from her face and shrugs out of her wings.
I laugh as I watch her, lying through my teeth as I reply, “I’m not touching you again.”
“Oh, what, Anders? You don’t want anything to do with me because you’re not the only man who’s graced my bed? For someone who hijacked my cab and practically demanded I fuck him, you sure are a fucking prude.” She grabs a black silky robe trimmed in lace and hurriedly ties the sash around her waist.
I pull the mask from my face, standing there helplessly as she puts on more clothes, even though I want to shred the straps and watch her glorious tits bounce in my face while I fuck her against the wall. “I don’t want anything to do with you because you’re a filthy fucking slut.”
New York is turning me into a liar of epic proportions. I want Carmela more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. Even more than…
No.
That’s exactly why Ican’twant her.
That, and the fact that she didn’t deny she warms the senator’s bed.
“Oh, Anders. Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” She walks over to me, hips swaying with every step until we’re standing toe to toe, chest to chest, like earlier. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me? The fact that I’m afilthy slutmakes you want to do depraved things to me, doesn’t it? It makes you want to do things that you think you’re sick for wanting. But you’re so curious. For just onemore taste. One more touch. One more fucking moment to know what Ifeellike wrapped around you.”
I can feel and smell the fruity breath of her words ghosting over my mouth. My hands clench at my sides, and I fight not to swallow, knowing the movement will touch my lips to hers. I’m rock hard behind my pants, and with how tightly she presses against me, she knows it.
She waits for what feels like minutes. Minutes where I silently agree with everything she says because now that I know what type of woman she is, I want to bend her over and fuck the aggression out of us both, with no remorse. I want to throw her around and be rough with her. Show her that she’s wrong about me and that I’m not just a cocky prick, but that I can fuck her better than any man before me ever has.
Finally, she smirks, her hand sliding over my erection as she steps away. “I thought so. Have a good night, you cocky prick,” she deadpans.
Her dismissal pisses me off, but I force myself to leave her office, tying my mask back on as I walk out to the Grand Room with only one thought running through my mind.
I’m completely and utterly fucked.
Carmela
“I’m not touching you again.”
Fucking asshole.
Reading men is my job. It’s a skill I’ve perfected over the last fourteen years. Anderson Brooks is a fucking liar. Remembering the way his hands felt as he grabbed me in the Desires hall spurs my fury.
And my horniness.
Anders is a walking contradiction. Everything about him screamsI want you,even if he says otherwise.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I grab my phone off the desk and lay on my sofa. The throbbing sensation between my legs hasn’t ebbed with Anders’ departure. If anything, the idea of him returning to watch me get myself off makes it worse.
Laying my phone on my chest, I reach betweenmy legs and palm a breast, fingers dipping behind the fabric to roll my nipple as I pinch my clit. Instantly, my body arches as I remember the smoldering war in his hazel eyes. He had no problem with me until he learned what my job was…and my connection to Mick.
Though I didn’t confirm or deny it, our silence in the meeting room was telling enough. I’d rather say nothing than fake astonishment and deny something five of the eight people in the room already knew to be true.