"You know you shouldn’t have done that, don’t you? You know you’re going to have to listen to me in the future if we’re going to make this work."
She bit her lip. "I do. I’m sorry. I’m not used to—"
"Listening to people? Obeying someone when they’re more cognizant of the danger in a particular situation than you are?" I growled under my breath as I pulled my tie free from my collar. "I’m not people. I’m me. I’m not just anyone. My primary directive in this fucking life is to make sure you keep that pretty head of yours attached to that sinful body, so with that in mind, I want you to get naked."
Her eyes flared, but not with fear, more in excitement. She pretty much started stripping the second I made the damn request, and I wasn’t about to complain.
Her neatness didn’t come as a surprise, either, not after seeing her apartment, and especially as I knew she wanted to make a good impression on Da.
She placed her clothes carefully on the back of the sofa, laying them flat so they wouldn’t crease, and every time she twisted and bent, swaying and dipping to make sure the fabric wasn’t ruffled, well, it shouldn’t have been as much of a turn on as it was.
Catching glimpses of her tits swaying, the line of her hip tautening, the way her belly scooted in then popped out, everything about her, every goddamn inch that was revealed to me was like finally catching a glimpse of paradise.
I wanted to watch this woman undress every fucking day. I wanted to watch her apply her make-up in the morning and take it off at night. I wanted to see her screaming with pleasure, and I wanted to watch her face puckered with distaste when she tried a new food she didn’t like.
I wanted it all, I realized. Wanted everything she had to give, and even that wouldn’t be enough.
How I kept my hands away from her, I didn’t know, but I wanted her naked, out of that sexy as sin pink suit that had a weird blend to it so it took away from the severe cut and made her look more feminine than last night’s ladykiller outfit.
She was soft and approachable, everything I didn’t want her to be when I had an enemy in the vicinity.
I knew men would already have begun to arrive from Da’s compound after I shot off some messages to Finn once Valentini was on his way.
I’d have preferred to ask Conor, but I didn't want him knowing who was in the van.
Finn was sending guards to sweep the land to make sure there were no other intruders as well, with one also tasked with driving the van to the estate, but leaving it at the back of the garages where I knew, sometimes, Da did some wet work if a situation was particularly personal to him.
Knowing we were safe, knowing I could let my guard down, I watched my woman, my goddamn woman, strip. It was time to remind her of exactly who she was now, what she was to me, and what that fucking meant.
I just had to hope that, by the end of it, she didn’t give up on me entirely.
Twenty-Eight
Savannah
My boobs wouldn’t stop jiggling. Every heavily-panted breath, every time I moved to undress, when I laid my clothes out as flat as I could, everything I did made me hyper aware of their jiggle.
I was even more hyper aware of Aidan who was watching me, his necktie in his hands. Didn’t take Einstein to figure out what he was going to do with that, and I was so beyond down for it, for everything and anything he wanted to do to me.
I’d had good sex in my time, but kind of bland. Vanilla. I had a feeling that the devious flames that fanned to life behind Aidan’s eyes were just the start of what was to come.
When I was totally naked apart from the bandage around my leg and the one on my wrist, I turned to him and deciding to be smart, I held out my arms for him to bind. He arched a brow at me though, and stepped closer, the necktie still in his hand but he moved so that all of my backside was exposed to his clothes.
His heat.
His strength.
God, he was like a furnace and it felt so good because it was cold in here. While my nipples were already budding into tight peaks, it had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the man, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Shivering, I waited for him to make his next move, but I could never have anticipated what he did.
Looping the necktie around my waist, at the smallest part, he made a knot that proved he’d gone sailing at some point in his life and that I hadn’t, because it held fast, adjusting as he slipped the flap down between my legs.
I yelped when the silk brushed my pussy and then it tunneled between my asscheeks as he hauled the fabric straight up and had it acting as a thong, before he looped the remaining length into another knot.
"I could have just kept my G-string on," I complained breathily, but as I moved, I felt the difference.
When I shifted, the knots adjusted, tightening, always tightening, never loosening. I could even feel a slight compression around my waist that made me feel slightly breathless.
The necktie was pulled so taut that there was no give either, and I squirmed against the compression, even though that felt both better and worse.
"You can squirm all you want. I’ll even let you get off that way if you can." There was a shrug in his voice. "You need to apologize to me, Savannah. I need a good apology so that I’ll forget that you pissed me off by disobeying." His hand reached up and curved around my loose-swinging hair. He gathered it around his wrist then tugged my head back. As he did, he brushed his lips against the curve of my jaw, and breathed, "Do you think you can do that?"
I gasped as he tugged on my hair hard enough to hurt and when I squirmed some more, I felt it like a jolt to the pussy. "Y-Yes, I know I can do that."
"Good." He let his fingers tangle with my necklace. "What’s this?"
"My dad bought it for me after Teabag died."
He sighed and pressed a kiss to my temple. "I wanted so bad to come to you when she died." I felt his remorse, but I didn’t necessarily forgive him for not helping me through that time.
"I wish you had," I rasped, tilting my head back so that I could peer at him.
I didn't want to get upset, so I reached up and nipped his chin, which, because he knew me so well, had a knowing, but understanding look drifting into his eyes, and it prompted him to drop his hand so he could squeeze one of my tits.
"Fuck, these are so juicy. If I were okay with some son of a bitch seeing these, I’d ask you to get them pierced." I squirmed some more. "You like the idea of that, huh?"
"Maybe," I whispered shakily.
His tongue trailed along the length of my jaw. "You’re an O’Donnelly’s woman now, Savannah. I don’t think you know what that means."
Shakily, I let my head fall back against his shoulder. "Tell me."
The fingers that had been toying with my nipple dropped down to between my thighs. When he patted me there, I moaned.
"This belongs to me. No fucker else. Everything that is you is mine." He nipped my jaw. "If you have a gynecologist that’s a guy, you need to change that. I don’t want a woman touching you, never mind a fucking man."
I gulped. "That’s irrational."
"That comes as a surprise?"