*Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant jewels … Don’t even bother.*
Something inside starts to vibrate.
Everyone turns around.
Thomas places his finger on his own lips and shushes me.
“Don’t make a sound.”
“What the fuck?” I say.
“Shh … not so loud. You don’t want everyone here to know you have a butt plug in your ass, do you?” he whispers.
“Is that thing vibrating? Oh, my god.” My pupils dilate and then I growl, “You’re doing this.”
“Yes, I am. I needed to make a point here.”
“What point?” I shudder and clench my legs from the vibration, which pulses through me, causing delicious thumps.
Fuck. How am I supposed to concentrate on the conversation? How am I supposed to eat my damn venison if I can’t lift a damn fork without shaking?
“You are mine, Hailey. Whether you think you are or not doesn’t matter. When I say you’re mine, you’re mine completely. No one, and I mean no one, is going to touch you. I don’t share what belongs to me.”
“I don’t belong—”
“You belonged to me the moment I stuck my tongue into your pussy, and you know it,” he growls softly. “You think I’m playing around, don’t you? I’m not. I may not want to define whatever the fuck it is we’re doing here, but that doesn’t make me any less of a greedy motherfucker. And I am fucking greedy when it comes to you. That’s a problem of mine that I’m willing to admit now, having you on my mind every goddamn second of the day, wishing I could stick my tongue in your pussy and then my cock until I hear you scream my name. I also finally came to terms with the fact that I am one jealous asshole, and you won’t like me one bit when I’m jealous, Hailey, so don’t you make me one by letting other boys get a taste.”
I don’t even know what to say.
Completely fucking speechless, that’s what.
And I don’t even know if I’m supposed to take this as a compliment or a threat.
Judging by the sensations between my legs, I guess it’s good either way.
Not that I still have a choice in the matter. The more he talks, the more I want him to shut up and kiss me.
Now, I know what Lesley means when she’s talking about alpha men. He’s the prime example.
“Did you understand all that, Hailey?”
“Um … yes? I guess?” I say, licking my lips from the tightness in my ass that I’m suddenly very aware of, considering we’re in a restaurant.
The vibrating increases in intensity, making me squirm in my seat.
“Not. Good. Enough,” he growls. “Tell me exactly what you won’t be doing.”
“I won’t be seducing guys or letting anyone else touch me.”
“I belong to you, even though we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Exactly. And when I ask you to tell me something, you will tell me.”
“Fine, yes,” I whisper, breathing heavily through my mouth to cope with the increased pleasure I’m feeling down below. Goddamn. It feels so wrong inside a restaurant.
“Yes, what?” He pulls the item from his pocket and shows it to me. “Or do you want me to turn this up a notch?”
“Yes, Sir!” I say, a little bit louder than intended, causing people to turn their heads.
He smiles wickedly. “Good.”
The vibrating loses its power, but it doesn’t stop completely.
“Why are you doing this?” I mutter. “We’re in a fucking restaurant.”
“I don’t care where we are. I will give you pleasure whenever I want, wherever I want. Because… let’s face it, that wasn’t really punishment, was it? Tell me the truth.” he muses, placing the item on the table in full view. Goddamn, it feels like a jab. Like he knows he owns me or something. Of course, he does. I know it too. I just wish I could own him too.
I sigh and pat my dress, trying to regain whatever’s left of my self-control. “Yes, Sir … I kinda liked it.”
“Hmm … that’s my good girl.”
Just those words … they do something to me.
Especially the part when he says ‘my.’
It makes my stomach flutter.
Thomas picks up his fork and takes a few more bites before putting it down again. Then he looks at me, at my plate, my fork, and points. “Are you done?”
I nod, trying to act as normal as possible while my ass feels like it’s on fire.
“Then let’s get outta here.”
“But we haven’t had dessert yet.”
“Oh … I know.” He grins. “We’ll get to that part soon.” He casually waves at the waiter. “Bill please!”
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.