Desperate to regain even a fraction of control, he knotted his fingers into her hair and guided her into a perfect rhythm, fucking her hot mouth, thrusting as deep as he dared. But Charlotte wasn�t ready to give up so easily. She reached behind him and cupped his ass, driving him in even deeper.

Harder.

Faster.

She glanced up again, her eyes alight with some new challenge, those blood-red lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling against his flesh.

In that moment, Dorian utterly lost it. All of it. His control. His composure. His mind.

He tried to pull back, but she only sucked harder, determined to do it her way.

His hands tightened in her hair, and she moaned again, the sound vibrating straight to his balls.

That was all it took.

His orgasm exploded, spilling in a hot torrent down her throat, his legs shaking, his growl as feral as the wolves that roamed the woods beyond.

Charlotte slid his cock out of her mouth and swallowed, a mischievous grin lighting up her face.

Dorian finally released her hair, and she got to her feet, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. Her cheeks were dark, her lips swollen, her hair wild, and she�d never looked more beautiful. More alive.

Glancing at the door, she said, "We should probably clean up and get back to the party before anyone notices we�re missing."

"Nice try. Did you honestly think I�d let you escape?" Sliding his arms around her waist, he found the zipper at the back of her dress and tugged it down, tracing the path of her freshly bared skin. "Before I�ve had a chance to show you all the hot, dirty things I�ve been dreaming about?"

The dress slid off her shoulders, pooling around her hips like black water. Dorian lowered his mouth to her breast, tonguing her nipple through the red lace of her bra while his fingers slipped down the front of her panties.

She was wet with desire, smooth and slippery beneath his touch.

"What if someone comes?" she asked, gripping his arms.

"Oh, someone will come. You."

"But this house�"

"Is mine," he said, realizing in that moment she didn�t know. She�d come to the fundraiser with no clue about its host�another red flag Dorian tucked away for later examination.

Right now, he had better things to do.

"No one will enter unless I command it," he said, nipping at her earlobe. "No one will come to your aid." Then, in a low, dark whisper, "You aren�t leaving here until I�ve got you dripping wet, trembling, and screaming for mercy. Understood?"

In that moment, here�s what Charley understood.

One? The real Charley, behind all the art-world glamour, was wild and reckless.

Two? The real Charley was borderline stupid.

Three? She was already more than halfway to fulfilling Dorian�s dirty promises. Wet and trembling? Check and check. JrNovels.com