Page 57 of Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy 2)
“What do you mean?”
He tips his head toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, hidden by opulent window treatments. “Open the curtains.”
My brain spins at his order. Where is he going with this?
“Why?”
“Ask another question, and I swear you won’t come tonight.”
I bite down on my lip because my natural instinct is to question his every order. But the idea of being denied orgasms all night, while he undoubtedly can give me many, isn’t something I want to contemplate.
His dark eyes flare with heat as I step toward the drapes and yank them wide open. The lights in the room are low, but still bright enough to give a clear view inside.
“Hands at your sides. Don’t move.”
In the reflection of the glass, I watch as Mount unbuttons his cuffs, strips off his shirt, and drops it on the floor before stalking toward me.
The cold from the window is already sending chills through my body, and Mount’s heat at my back creates warring sensations that are normal when I’m dealing with him.
The zipper on my dress hisses as Mount slides it down. His fingers push the straps off my shoulders, but I catch them with my elbows, holding the dress against my chest.
“Someone could see.”
His voice is low but implacable. “They can look, but they can’t fucking touch what’s mine.”
Of their own volition, my arms drop to my sides and my dress slides down, puddling at my feet.
“Step out of it.”
Mount’s teeth graze my shoulder before he drags them up the column of my neck, and I hold in a moan.
“Are you going to make me repeat myself?” He growls it in my ear, nipping my lobe.
This is the power struggle. The one I crave. When he said I wanted this, he wasn’t wrong.
“No.”
I comply, and Mount kicks the expensive designer dress aside before closing a hand around my wrists, lifting my hands to press them both palm-first against the window. I shiver, my nipples pebbling against the lace of my strapless bra as he growls in my ear.
“Keep your hands on the window or your punishment will come later, and I promise it won’t be nearly as enjoyable as this.”
I nod, and Mount releases his hold. I stay in position as his fingers skim down my arms to my shoulders before circling my rib cage to thumb my nipples through my bra.
“I don’t spend nearly enough time on these gorgeous tits.” He releases the clasp of my bra, sending it to the floor, and my breasts spill into his hands. He toys with my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my center.
My moan slips free, and it urges him on. “Bend forward. Put them on the window. Get them nice and cold. I want them even harder for me.”
Even though my instinct is to balk at how obscene his order is, I follow his command, sucking in a breath when my sensitive skin touches the chilled glass.
“Good girl,” Mount says, right before his palm connects with my ass with a smack.
I straighten, but he grips my hips to pull me back into position as he grinds the hard length of his erection against me.
“You worried about them seeing you now?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
His hand slides around to my stomach and skims down to toy with the waistband of my thong, snapping the thin material before it falls away. He cups my center with his palm, his teeth grazing my other shoulder as he growls in satisfaction.
