Wicked Game by Scarlett Sanderson

was the only thing in his world, how could she be jealous?
    “Happier now?” When she smiled, he said, “Good. I only want you to be happy. You know my desires and needs, what about yours?”
    “I like to be dominated. I’ve always wanted to try bondage.”
    “I kinda guessed that. Anything else? Anything you always wanted to try but were too scared to tell anyone? Something you thought was a little too weird?”
    Heat flamed her cheeks. Could she tell him about her abduction fantasy? No. Not yet. There was a huge gap between enjoying kink and being a willing participant in a forced seduction scene.
    “No. Nothing.”
    He frowned.
    Chris Isaak began to sing about a wicked game on the jukebox. The words resonated in her soul. He’d set her world on fire. His wicked games made her burn with desire. Her feelings for him kept intensifying.
    “Dance with me, Ruth.” He slipped out of the booth and offered her his hand. Was that look in his eyes more than lust?
    She pressed her palm to his. “Anytime.”
     
    Dominic led her to the tiny dance area. Her hand felt good in his.
    Warm. Soft.
    She tentatively stood close to him. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulled her flush against him. Her heart hammered. Her feminine scent made his cock hard as granite. Knowing the egg was buried deep in her pussy made him want to come in his pants. Not a feeling he was used to.
    “Put your arms around my neck.”
    She laced them as he commanded. He dropped a kiss on her forehead before swaying them to the music.
    Anger boiled near the surface. Even after the things he’d commanded her to do, she couldn’t tell him her secret fantasy of being abducted. Did that mean she didn’t trust him?
    She’d set his world on fire. He thought of nothing but her, wanted nothing more than to bring her pleasure, satisfy her darkest desires. He felt primal, downright fucking insane with a need to have her. They’d been dancing around each other for too long. She belonged to him whether she accepted it yet or not.
    That she didn’t trust him enough to share her fantasies set his nerves on edge.
    If she wouldn’t admit her fantasy to him, he’d have to go ahead with his original plan. He would give her what she craved. He would abduct her. He’d tease her. Tempt her. And then he would fuck her.
    But right now he needed to focus on her. He dropped his head to her neck and inhaled. So fucking sweet.
    How could he express what she meant to him?
    “Tell me you’re mine, Ruth. Tell me this is more than a game for you.” He refused to look at her, refused to show any chink of vulnerability.
    Her hands tightened around his neck. She stroked the nape, a tender gesture that got under his skin. “It’s not a game for me, Dominic. It never was.”
    Her words were a balm to his restless soul.
    “For me either.” He reached into his pocket and caressed the control to the vibrating egg. “Come for me, Ruth. Right here with my arms around you.”
    She stiffened and whimpered, “Please don’t.”
    “I won’t let you fall. I promise.” He tightened his arm around her waist, pressed her groin against his crotch. His cock twitched as her heat seeped into him.
    He whispered, “Come for me.” And pressed the button on the remote.
    She went rigid in his arms and buried her face in his neck, trying to muffle the murmurs.
    “Come for me. Show me what a good submissive you really are.”
    Her teeth nipped at his skin and he wanted to roar. He wanted her to mark him and in turn, he wanted to mark her. Claim her as his.
    She ground her hips faster, harder. Everyone would think they were involved in a sexy dance, no one would know the truth.
    “Come. Come, Ruth.” He flicked a switch and upped the vibrations.
    She stood on tiptoes and whimpered into his shoulder. Her mewling sounds drove him to the point of coming. He wanted to be inside her so badly.
    “Dominic.” When she whispered his name and released a low groan, he knew she’d come.
    He