I pack with shaking fingers. Unsure if I’m making the biggest mistake of my life… or the best decision.
My stomach twists the whole ride to his place, the tension thick enough to choke me. Aslan barely says a word, his hands tight on the wheel of his black Mercedes SUV.
His house is… stunning.
Not as big as Viktor’s sprawling mansion, but sleek and modern. All dark stone and glass, perched on a hilltop with a view of the city. Everything inside is masculine. Black leather, rich wood, steel accents.
I barely have time to take it in before Aslan points to the dining table.
“Sit.”
I’m still nervous, so I do as I’m told.
He pours me a glass of water from his massive, high-tech fridge, then drops a plate in front of me. Thick cuts of steak, roasted potatoes, and fresh bread, all steaming from the oven that was left on warm-hold.
“Eat,” he orders. “You’ll need your strength.”
I reach for the water first, gulping down half the glass in one go.
“You said we needed to talk,” I say hesitantly.
He pulls out the chair across from me, sinking into it with the slow, deliberate calm of a man who’s made up his mind.
I pick at the food. “About what?”
Aslan’s magnificent eyes pin me to my seat. “What I want. What I expect from you.” Then his gaze softens, just a fraction. “And you from me.”
The fork freezes halfway to my mouth. “What I…?”
He leans forward with his elbows braced on the table. “What you like. What you don’t. What scares you.” He pauses before finishing, “what you crave.”
My heart’s beating wildly. “You want to know what I want?”
“Of course, sweetheart. This isn’t just about me.” His voice dips to a low growl. “Gonna fucking wreck you, but you’ll love every second of it.” His eyes flash with raw, feral hunger. “I’ll make sure you do.”
I stare at him, unsure if I should be more scared or turned on.
“You’re mine, sassy,” Aslan rumbles. “I’ll make you come until you’re nothing but moans and begging. But you’ll always be safe with me.”
I swallow hard. “And if I say no?”
His response is immediate. “Then I take you home right now.”
My chest tightens.
“No fucking games.”
I stare at my hands, twisting my fingers in my lap. My body’s still buzzing from his words. My pussy, spasming and creaming.
“I… I don’t know much about this kinda stuff,” I admit quietly. “Before you, I never…”
His fists tighten on top of the table, his knuckles whitening. His glacier blue eyes never leaving my face.
“What if I can’t… if I’m not…?” My voice trails off, my face burning.
“I’ll teach you. Make it so good for you, baby… so fucking good you won’t know where you end and I begin.”
* * *
I don’t remember setting down my fork. Don’t remember when I got up from the table.
But here I am, standing in front of Aslan. My fingers curling into his shirt.
“Yes,” I whisper, losing myself in his eyes, letting mine roam over his ruggedly handsome face.
His hand comes out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his lap.
“You sure?” His eyes bore into mine. “Because once we start, I won’t stop, Tina.”
I lick my lips. “I’m sure.”
His mouth crashes on mine in a hot, deep, claiming kiss.
I melt against him, arching as his hand drags up my thigh.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to growl against my lips. “Bedroom. Now.”
