Her skin prickled at the challenge, but she forced a sultry smile, leaning close enough that her breath grazed his ear. “I’m not here to crawl, Julian. I’m here to take what’s mine.”
His chuckle was low, a rumble that vibrated through her core. “And what, exactly, do you think is yours? My secrets… or my dick?” His hand shot out, fingers brushing the exposed skin of her thigh just beneath the hem of her dress, a fleeting touch that ignited a wildfire in her veins.
She didn’t flinch, even as her pulse spiked. Instead, she pressed closer, her tits brushing his chest, the heat of him searing through the thin fabric. “Both,” she whispered, her voice a seductive blade.
He led her to a secluded booth in the VIP section, the shadowed alcove draped in black silk and lit by flickering candles that cast golden light across his chiseled features. As they sat, his thigh pressed against hers, a deliberate invasion of space that made her breath hitch. The waiter brought two glasses, the smoky aroma mingling with the musk of his cologne as he leaned in, his voice a dangerous purr. “You’re playing a game you can’t win, angel. I don’t break easily.”
“Then I’ll shatter you piece by piece,” she countered, downing her drink in one swallow, the burn mirroring the heat pooling in her pussy. She needed to stay sharp, but fuck, the way his gaze lingered on her lips, the way his fingers twitched as if itching to tear her dress apart, was undoing her control.
The tension coiled tighter as they traded barbs, each word a spark in the volatile air between them. He knew she was after something more than his body—her veiled questions about her father, the pointed references to old debts, didn’t escape him. But Julian was a master of deflection, turning every query into a provocation. “You want answers, Angelica? Then beg for them. On your knees.” His voice dripped with dominance, and damn her, it sent a thrill straight to her clit.
She should have walked away. But the pull was too strong, the memory of his cock pounding her into oblivion too vivid. “Fine,” she hissed, her defiance a fragile mask. “But not here. Take me somewhere private… unless you’re afraid to be alone with me.”
His smile was feral as he stood, gripping her wrist with a bruising intensity that made her gasp. He dragged her through a hidden door behind the booth, down a dimly lit hallway that reeked of leather and illicit promises, until they reached a room cloaked in midnight hues. A king-sized bed dominated the space, its black satin sheets gleaming under low crimson lights, but it was the array of toys and restraints on a nearby table that made her heart pound—handcuffs, a flogger, a sleek vibrator, and a coil of silk rope that whispered of surrender.
The door slammed shut behind them. Julian spun her around, pinning her against the wall, his body a hard, unyielding force against hers. “You think you can manipulate me with that tight little cunt?” he growled, his hand sliding up her dress to grip her ass, fingers digging into flesh. “I’ll fuck the truth into you, Angelica. Let’s see how much you can take.”
Her breath came in sharp pants as he yanked her dress down, exposing her lace-clad tits, her nipples already pebbled with need. He didn’t bother with finesse, tearing the bra away and claiming one breast with his mouth, his tongue lashing her nipple while his other hand shoved between her thighs. “So fucking wet already,” he taunted, two fingers plunging into her pussy without warning, the slick intrusion making her cry out. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the sharp tang of his sweat as he worked her mercilessly, curling his digits to hit that spot that had her trembling on the edge.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his thumb circling her clit with ruthless precision, dragging her to the brink only to pull back, denying her release. It was torture, exquisite and cruel, and she hated how much she craved it.
“I want… fuck, I want you to fuck me,” she gasped, her pride fracturing under the weight of her desire. “But I want answers too, Julian. What did you do to my father?”