“No,” I growled, making her stop in her tracks, her body shivering as she stood her ground.
She didn’t say a word, blinking fast as she stared at the floor and my palm came to rest on her elbow.
“No,” I said again. “Not you. You’re fucking staying.”
Chapter Ten
Olivier
I could see how nervous she was, the pupils of her eyes dilated so much the blackness swallowed up the gold of her irises. I kept my hand on her arm, our eyes connected in a silent battle as the room emptied.
We were alone, and I could tell just how much that scared her. Yet she wouldn’t look away, almost tempting me to do something, to lash out, to lose control.
I wouldn’t. I would never hurt her, and I prided myself on being able to keep my feelings in check even when my heart and mind were raging.
“Amber,” I let out in a low growl.
“Your Highness,” she whispered, her eyes still on mine, those long lashes fluttering coquettishly. But I could sense the fear beneath, the foreboding feeling of awareness, the anticipation of the slap before it even came.
When I reached out to stroke her cheek, she flinched. And I fucking loved it. The feeling of power I exerted over her made me feel drunk with the need to do more to her. To expose her to the very limits of my control, to show her all the things I could do with her body.
I ran my fingertips along her jawline, and she cast her gaze downward, too frightened to look into my eyes. My fingers reached her chin and I pushed it up until her gaze connected with mine yet again.
“Don’t look away from me,” I growled at her, and she let out a little mewl like a helpless kitten at my mercy. “I want your eyes on me, Amber. Don’t you dare look away.”
She obeyed, keeping her eyes trained on me though the fear she felt was ever-present, covering her skin in goose bumps and making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. I felt it all as I brushed my fingers against her creamy complexion, getting my fill of the flame-haired beauty. I remembered Eva again, wondering how I could have possibly mistaken her for my Amber. They were alike in some ways, but so vastly different in others. And even though I’d felt a spark with Eva, it was nothing compared to the fire burning between Amber and me.
“Are you scared?” I asked her, my voice gentle as I twisted her hair around my fingers. “Are you scared of me, chérie?”
“N-No,” she stuttered, keeping her eyes trained on me. I inspected the strands of bronze and gold wrapped around my fingers, interwoven with shades of copper that made me think of the setting sun.
“Are you lying to me, Amber?” I growled next, and I watched her flinch when I tugged on the long strands of her silky hair. “I know when you’re lying to me, and I don’t fucking like it. So be honest.”
“I am,” she breathed. My eyes connected with hers yet again. Those golden eyes burned with unspoken fire and drive. “I’m not scared, I’m not afraid of you.”
“Why not?” I asked, my voice brimming with emotion.
I wanted her to answer, but she didn’t say a word, her eyes locking with mine and defying the urge deep within to speak out.
Do I want her to be afraid?
The question popped into my mind, and I mulled over it as I drank in Amber’s exquisite features. There was something about fear, about the scent of it, mixing with the smell of her own arousal when she was near me. Even though she claimed she wasn’t scared of me, I knew one thing for certain.
“You should be,” I told her before tugging on her hair hard enough to send her flying to her knees.
She landed on the floor before me in a heap, whimpering when I dragged her closer to me. She’d have bruised knees the next day, but I wasn’t sorry. She was so damn pliable, so obedient, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted with her needy little body, and she would accept it.
“Look up at me,” I ordered, and her eyes found mine again. Still, she wouldn’t admit to being afraid, though I saw the hesitation, the fear lurking in her golden eyes. There was a shadow of doubt there, wondering whether I’d cross that line. Hurt her. Hit her. Make her pay for my mother’s wrongdoings.
“I don’t want you to suffer,” I told her. “Not in the way you might think.”
“But you do want me to hurt,” she bit out, and I grinned down at her kneeling form, letting my thumb wander over her lips, ghosting over the tender skin and making her mouth pop open as I forced the tip between her lips.
“Only a little bit,” I told her in a low growl. “Most of all, I want you to obey. Can you do that for me, Amber? Can you be a good girl for me and do as you’re told?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and I pushed my thumb deeper into her throat, making her choke on it.
“Yes, what?” I reminded her, withdrawing my finger so she could answer.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Her obedience, those words and those bright golden eyes made my cock swell in my pants, throbbing with the need to replace the finger I’d forced into her mouth. There was an underlying darkness that wanted to prevail in our interaction, a deep need to surprise her and take away her innocence, a need that had to be sated. Yet I denied myself the pleasure, knowing the moment wasn’t right. I exerted control over her, but more than that, I exerted control over myself. I wouldn’t let myself slip. I wouldn’t let myself break.
But Amber would… and damn, she could break so beautifully. After all, I’d witnessed it before. The way she let her orgasm take over was enticing, lovely, fucking enchanting. And I couldn’t get enough.
“Take your dress off,” I ordered.
She was on her feet in seconds, tottering in her high heels. She turned around, exposing her back for me to undo the zipper. I pulled it down, exposing her gorgeous, toned back. I let my fingers wander when I undid the zipper, and I loved every little breath that escaped her lips as I unveiled her body.
She reached for the straps of her dress, sliding them over her shoulders with her back still turned to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just black panties that exposed the sexy curve of her ass. They were a mesh fabric, and I could see the lines of her body beneath it. It only made my cock twitch harder.
“Fucking beautiful,” I growled into her ear as she let the dress fall, pooling in an intense blue heap at her feet.
She stepped out and reached down to undo her heels, but I stopped her with a firm hand on her wrist. She raised her questioning eyes to mine, and I groaned, “Keep them on. You’ll be holding onto them later.”
Amber shivered at the thought, but before she had a chance to reply, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up. She yelped as I sat her down on the dining table, sweeping everything that was left on it off with my free hand. The sound of cutlery hitting the floor and glass breaking filled the air, the silence between us ending with a clash. She gasped as I put her ass on the cold wood, whispering my name when I laid her on her back.
Her tits were exposed to me now, sweet mounds topped with the most beautiful dark pink nipples. They were enticing, tempting me to put my mouth on them, to taste their sweetness. Her pussy was covered by the panties, but I could fucking smell how aroused she was. I wanted to taste her. Every inch of her, every fucking drop of juice from her cunt, every bit of cream she’d leave on the tip of my cock once I was done with her.