Page 26 of Under His Command
He offers a hum of approval at the same time as my pussy clenches around his finger, begging him to stop teasing me. But when he finally moves it, he slides it out of me completely, drawing a frown and a few small tears of frustration out of me.
Damn him for punishing me like this. Though I can’t say I don’t deserve it after running from him today.
Don’t cry, angel. When we get back, I’ll fuck your little ass over this desk right here. And then I’ll take a few long hours making this pussy come until you beg me to stop.”
My heels make contact with the pavement as I take Rowan’s hand and let him gently pull me out of the car. I’ve never held his hand before. It feels warm and rough on the edges, and it spurs all sorts of fuzzy feelings inside me. I look up at him through my eyelashes, the sight of him under the moonlight making my heart skip a beat.
Hooded dark green eyes stare back at me, owning me and giving themselves over to me at the same time. His lush lips twist into a subtle smile. I return it, and for a long moment I zone out of everything else around us, seeing him and him only.
He’s so goddamn handsome. And he’s mine.
“Who do you belong to, Dove?” he asks, interlacing his fingers with mine.
I waste no seconds to tell him the truth.
“You. I belong to you.”
“Don’t you dare forget that. We’re about to meet a lot of people, and I want to make sure they all know what you just told me.”
“W-Who are we meeting?”
He pulls my slight hand to his lips and imprints himself on me with a kiss before leading us to the entrance of what looks like another fancy hotel. I walk beside him with my long dress wafting around my legs, making it look as if I’m walking on a moving cloud.
A woman comes out before us, immediately recognizing Rowan. She smiles at him in a way that makes my blood boil while completely overlooking me. My hand tenses in Rowan’s grasp, and he tilts his head toward me as we follow her through the hotel.
“Her name is Vanda,” he whispers, “and all the wives you’re about to meet hate her with a near-homicidal passion.”
I purse my lips to hide my laugh.
“Did she…” I whisper back.
“Oh, yeah. Slept with nearly all the senators and government agents you’re about to meet tonight.”
I open my mouth to say something, but just then, Vanda stops in front of two large doors and extends her hand forward as she keeps fluttering her eyelashes at Rowan. I can hear the tune of a classical song from the room beyond, but nothing more.
“Thank you,” Rowan says without sparing her another glance.
Opening one of the doors, he leads us both inside, and all eyes are on us. Not all of them are happy, which makes me feel even more nervous than I thought I’d have to be.
My pulse hikes up to my throat, but Rowan’s thumb swipes across the back of my hand, reminding me that he’s got me. All I need to do is let him take care of me. Of us.
I’m led toward a large table where men and women wearing suits and dresses talk about God-knows-what. I don’t recognize anyone, though it doesn’t surprise me. Other than watching Rowan on TV before he reached out, I’ve never really followed politics.
A middle-aged man approaches us, grinning as he looks between me and Rowan. A woman follows close behind him, until they both stop in front of us.
“I’ve lived to see the day Rowan King brought a woman to our parties,” the man says. The woman—his wife, I presume—sips on champagne while looking me up and down.
“Senator Gutenberg.” Rowan dips his head, acknowledging his presence. “Mrs. Gutenberg.”
“An outsider, too,” Mrs. Gutenberg muses. Her tone indicates she’s satisfied by the fact.
“This is Dove Finnegan,” Rowan says, letting go of my hand only to snake his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him possessively. “And yes, she’s mine.”
The way he says it makes my cheeks flush, especially when I’m reminded of the plug he pushed inside my ass. Rowan’s promise of fucking it when we get back has me pressing my legs together in anticipation.
“A pleasure to meet you,” I chirp, but it comes out quieter than I would like.
“Finnegan?” the senator asks, both his eyebrows lifting at the same time. “She’s related to Cole?”
