Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(25)

I heard him come after me, but he took his time and I realized why. I was naked.

This was why I slept in clothes. This. An emergency like this. Okay, not like this, but an emergency and this was an emergency and now I was naked because he told me to be.

I had my hand on the doorknob wondering if I should scream bloody murder running naked through the hallway and then have to move out of the building or… or what?

I turned around and he stood watching me while leaning against the large wooden beam between my living room and my bedroom. He still had the belt in his hand, arm lowered to his side.

“What are you going to do, London?”

“I’m not into that stuff if that’s what you’re planning. I don’t like it.”

“Have you tried?”

“I don’t need to try something to know. My body knows,” I threw back at him.

He half-smiled. “What did I tell you?”

I frantically searched my brain for what he was referring to. “Don’t hang up on you.”

“Yes,” he drawled. “What else.”

“Be naked in bed and I was.”

“Yes, but you weren’t until I told you to.”

I swallowed, my hand reaching behind me to undo the dead bolt. The sound of it clicking was like an elephant just burst through the door.

“What else?”

He was so f*cking calm it was maddening. I was betting his heart rate was non-existent while mine ran a marathon, and I hated running. I was a bookworm, not a sports person.

“Are you going to spank me?” God, that sounded… pathetic.

“London.” He shook his head back and forth and slid the leather across his palm on his other hand. My eyes kept going to it. “Baby, what else?”

Him saying baby made me a little calmer. “I… you said….” The leather slipped from his palm as he lowered his arm. I looked back up at him. “You said to tell you if I didn’t want to do something.”

He gave a subtle nod.

“I don’t want you to spank me,” I said. “I’m not into that.”

He tossed his belt on the couch. “Good girl. Lock the door again.” Then he walked back into the bedroom and undressed.

It took me a few minutes before I was able to walk across my loft to the bed. My legs were still shaking and my heart had slowed to a half-decent beat. Naked, Kai sat with his back up against the headboard, the vibrator beside him.

Before I joined him, I asked, “Where were you when you called?”

He answered immediately, “In the lobby.”

“The lobby? My lobby?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you call me from the lobby?” I frowned. Why would he be in the lobby calling me?

“I wanted to see if you’d do what I asked.”

I narrowed my eyes on him, spine stiffening. “What? Why the hell would you do that?”

“A test. To see how far you’d go without me. And because I want you to learn that if you ever don’t want something, you need to tell me. That’s twice now.”

“God, you’re an *.” This was an arrangement for seven days, not a relationship and yet I couldn’t help but feel like it was more. “This isn’t some game. I don’t need testing and I sure as hell don’t need you telling me what to do.”

He laughed. The sound vibrated through the loft, a deep, gravelly sound that sent shivers across my skin. “I love your courage, sweetness. I’ve had few…” he paused, “… no. I’ve never had a woman speak to me as you do.” He patted the mattress. “Lie down. I want to try this on you.” He picked up the dildo.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?”

But from his relaxed expression and shrug, he wasn’t.

When he merely ran his finger down the length of the toy. I scrunched my nose to match my frown.

“I don’t want to do that.”

“Now, you’re lying,” he replied. He placed his finger in his mouth, wet it, and then ran it down the shaft of the glass. “You didn’t want to do it because you were alone. Now, you’re not.”

I shifted, putting my hand on my hip and wishing again that I had clothes on. My sex pulsed as I watched him.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said.

“I think one deal with you is enough.”

He quirked a half-smile and lowered the dildo to the mattress. “If you’re wet, I get to use the toy. If you’re not, I’ll get you wet and f*ck you with my cock.”

Jesus. It was like he had no filter, which was a total turn on.

“I know you’re wet, London. I can see your * swollen and glistening from here.” God, I hadn’t even caught him looking at my sex. “I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to.”

I thought about it for a second. It was a dildo and probably not cold anymore. I wasn’t that much of a prude, was I?

“Fine.”

“Good.” He nodded to the mattress and I knelt on it. A little self-conscious, I was uncertain what to do. “Thought it could end,” he said, shaking his head while watching me, piercing green eyes intense. “It can’t.”

I was uncertain what he meant, but when I opened my mouth to ask, he said, “Lie down. Do exactly as I told you on the phone.” He held out the vibrator to me.