Power Play [Pleasure Playground 2] Read Free Page B

Don't get cross with me. I was sitting here minding my own business when you decided to join me."
    Jennifer blew out a rough breath and wriggled on his lap. Good Lord, she knew how to fire his blood. Her ire did nothing to detract his attentions. Quite the opposite. Her spitfire attitude drew him in even deeper, like a moth to flame. And her backside right against his groin teased his hard-on to the limit of what he could take. She smelled good too. Sweet and saucy was certainly a potent combination.
    The fact he couldn't see her at all through the inky darkness only seemed to sharpen his other senses.
    She tried to pull away, and he ignored her attempts.
    "There has got to be a way out of here. I mean who puts in a door with no knobs on the inside?"
    Daegan smiled. “Was that a rhetorical question?"
    Her shoulders lifted in a subtle shrug.
    "A mean contractor with a hell of a sadistic side. That's who creates a room like this."
    He felt the moment she gave in to her fate. Her rigid body posture relaxed a fraction, and the nails digging into his thigh eased their pressure.
    "I'm just tired. It's been a long day, and I was looking forward to..."
    She stopped before she finished, but it didn't take long to put two and two together and deduce she'd planned on a trip to the club tonight. Probably to relieve her frustration. A wave of possessiveness rolled over him. That she'd reject his offer in favor of a scene with a stranger annoyed the hell out of him. Not to mention he was sick and tired of talking about it. He had to take action.
    Daegan brushed her hair to the side, leaned down and bit her skin, right in the curve between her neck and shoulder.
    "You're not alone, you know. I had a different idea on how tonight would go."
    "You thought I would say yes to becoming your play toy for the next few months?"
    She sounded breathless when she said that. He liked that very much. Even better was the way she relaxed into him, her body slowly becoming compliant to his touch. Did she even notice how well she responded to him? He seriously doubted it. If she did, there'd be walls slamming into place before he got in a word edgewise. He wanted her as so much more than a simple plaything, but he'd go on letting her believe differently—for now.
    This one needed him to go extra slow when it came to getting to the deep-down submission he craved. If he pushed too hard, she'd go into hiding. So he'd go slow, give her pleasure, make her beg for more, and then... A little training could go a long way.
    Daegan drew back and despite the darkness, he envisioned the confused look on her face. The full kissable lips that beckoned him every time he saw her. But most of all, the look in her eyes made it clear her life was missing something fairly major. “You were going to go to Purgatory tonight and play, weren't you?"
    "I don—” He placed a fingertip against her lips.
    "Yes or no. I don't need an explanation, an excuse, or any other variation of a long answer. Yes or no, Jennifer."
    A slow exhale brushed past his finger. “Yes."
    "Good girl.” He cupped her chin and lifted her face to his as if they could see each other's eyes. “You can't run this time, love.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips. The simple kiss quickly intensified when he took her mouth in nothing short of possession. A floodgate in his chest burst open. He pulled her closer and poured every ounce of frustration from the last few weeks into the joining of their flesh. To his surprise, she kissed him back with a fervor equal to his own. Heat, lust, desire, want—everything he'd felt for her flowed between them. He could master her, and this was his way of letting her know it without words. Words scared her, but actions didn't seem to. So he'd spend the night giving her more than she knew she desired.
    Daegan didn't hesitate to make his move. He slid his hand up her back and buried it in her hair. With more