Closing my eyes, I nodded to the women who held my dress, slipping back into it before heading to the stairs as everyone watched me. My heart sat in my throat, and yet it was probably for the best that he hadn’t allowed me to tie my ribbon to him. He obviously had chosen someone else, and avoiding me seemed to be his way out of dealing with me tonight.
“What the hell is happening?” Conrad asked, turning to look at Ian.
“I’m guessing she gifted herself the ribbon and intends to fuck herself tonight?” Ian snorted loudly.
“Can she do that?” Hunter asked.
“She’s a Silversmith. She can do whatever the hell she wants with Rhys’s protection. Good for her,” Cole muttered, but there was a catch in his tone that tugged at me.
The knights walked me back to the room, where I silently removed my heels and rubbed my neck. Stretching it out, I reached behind me, unclasping the necklace. I started for the dress’s zipper, but hands stopped mine. I lifted my eyes to the azure gaze in the mirror.
“Tell me to leave, Remi,” Rhys whispered huskily.
“Stay,” I swallowed, holding his heated depths while he reached for my arm, turning me to face him.
Rhys flicked a blade open, slicing through the other ribbons on each of our arms, freeing them as he set the knife down. Carefully, he secured his ribbon to my wrist while his eyes held mine prisoner. Once he’d finished, I tied mine to his, and he smirked wickedly, turning me around as he unzipped my dress to watch it pooling on the ground at our feet.
“You have no idea what I intend to do to you tonight, Remington. I intend to use every single second of the next twenty-four hours with you until you’re screaming and begging me for mercy. You should know, I don’t have any,” he growled, turning me toward him as he began walking me slowly backward. “Tonight, you’re mine, woman.”
“About time, Van Helsing,” I whispered breathlessly, crushing my mouth against his in a kiss that showed him I meant business. He groaned, lifting me, pushing my back against the wall, and capturing my hands above my head in one of his vise-like grips. His other hand grasped my chin, taking control as he devoured me hungrily, growling until I was moaning against his hard body with need.
Rhys pulled back, and I studied the blue of his eyes fighting the darkness of the incubus for control. It mattered little which side of him won tonight, as long as it ended with me getting relief from the need pulsing through me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rhys didn’t just kiss me. He slowly seduced me, holding me helplessly pinned against the wall with his body. His tongue caressed mine, deliberately moving in and out of my mouth. It was as if he was showing me exactly what he intended to do to my body tonight. My stomach tightened with need, my core clenching greedily to be filled by him. Moans escaped my mouth, only to be swallowed and captured by his hungry kiss.
He pulled away from my mouth, kissing my neck as his fingers threaded through my hair, forcefully turning me around until my forehead pressed against the wall. His mouth brushed over my shoulder, nipping the skin with his teeth. Rhys’s fingers worked the sides of my corset, becoming impatient and ripping it away from my body instead.
He slipped his hands around my front, grabbing and squeezing my breasts as he continued kissing the back of my neck. One of his large hands slid down my stomach, where his fingers glided against my opening. He growled wickedly, finding my body ready for his, pushing his fingertips in and out of my body while he continued kissing my shoulder.
“I need you now,” I pleaded, but he didn’t answer.
He was slowly kissing my spine, his hands gripping my breasts while his thumb played with the hardening tips. He chuckled when my hands reached behind me, searching for his body to free his thick cock. Releasing my breasts, he captured them with one hand, gripping my wrists and pinning them against my lower back.
“You’ll get what you want soon enough, Love. Right now, I need to taste every inch of you and learn every curve. I have craved the taste of you dancing on my tongue. I plan to make you come so hard that you fight me to escape the pleasure that consumes you. You’re not in control right now. I am. Now spread your legs so I can see how drenched you are with the need to be fucked by me,” Rhys ordered huskily against my ear. I parted my legs, arching my ass, even though he continued holding my arms against my lower back. “Good girl, Remington. Are you wet for me?”
“Very,” I admitted, blushing. His hand pushed my panties aside and skimmed over my naked heat again, enjoying the gasp of need that escaped my throat. “Rhys, please fuck me.”
“I plan to, woman. You’re not leaving here for twenty-four hours. When you do, you’ll know what it means to be fucked stupid. When you leave this room, you’ll want for nothing because nothing will compare or come close to what I’m about to do to you. Now shut up and fuck my fingers so I can feel this wet pussy clenching against me, begging me to fuck it hard and deep,” he growled, pushing two fingers into my body, and I cried out as he laughed darkly.
His fingers moved slowly, torturing my core, which tightened with the need to hold him in place. I felt Rhys staring at my opening, and then my hands were lifted and pressed against the wall as he slowly pushed my panties down, revealing my naked need to his heated gaze.
“Such a messy girl,” he whispered, bending down to blow against my heat. His fingers entered me again, and his tongue slid around them. I balled my hands into fists, closing my eyes as my body tightened, and he lapped hungrily at the arousal he created.
He was wearing entirely too many clothes for him to do what I needed. Pressure built in my core, and butterflies fluttered against my stomach as the sounds of pleasure escaped my throat. Rhys pulled his fingers away from my pussy, and I whimpered at the loss of them. I turned as he stood, lifting me by my hips, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Rhys walked us toward the desk. His arm swept over it, sending his files and laptop clattering to the floor.
Setting me down, he lowered himself between my legs, pushing them apart to gently kiss my apex as I watched. I slid my hands through his hair, and he lifted, kissing me hungrily until I almost came from the intensity of it alone. I grabbed his suit jacket, undressing him hurriedly. He growled against my mouth, capturing my hands to place them onto the desk behind me.
Rhys stepped back, silently taking in my naked body. I blushed from the power burning in his eyes. His fingers worked the buttons on his dress shirt, slowing revealing the rippling muscles and beautifully etched curves of his body. Swallowing past the dryness in my mouth, I lowered my stare to the V-line that led beneath his slacks. Much to my disappointment, he didn’t shed them before stepping closer.
I lifted my hands and lowered my mouth, kissing his chest in the middle before raining soft kisses over the edges of his six-pack. Rhys was built for war. The perfect design of sleek muscles and hard edges that drove women crazed to be conquered. My teeth found his pierced nipple and pulled against it playfully. His hands slipped through my hair, removing the pins as it fell freely down my back.
“I’m not going to last very long if you keep teasing me with that hungry mouth, Love,” he warned, cupping my cheeks to lift my mouth to his.
“I’m okay with that,” I whispered against his lips, hearing his moan that empowered me to act brazenly. Rhys slowly pushed me down onto his desk, parting my legs and pushing my knees up, spreading me fully before him. He held me there, staring at the arousal coating my sex with the need he created.