THE TEMPTRESS

||Red||

•KADEN•

She's bolder than I expected. I like that.

She tilts her head to the side and raises her brows suggestively, and I feel my cock starting to twitch. The dress, the hair, the shoes-everything about her is fucking perfect.

I could easily take her right here on the table if it wasn't for the guys in the room also watching us.

"Remember our agreement from last night?" I ask while eyeing her long, exposed legs.

The short dress she's wearing barely hides them, and they ride up when she sits down. It's getting harder to stay under control.

"Every detail," she answers finally.

"When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you."

I lean closer and trace my finger up her leg, but she playfully pushes me back against the couch with her feet. The heel of her boots dug into my skin through my white shirt. I'd usually feel disrespected, but Stephanie was a fucking seductress so she knows what she's doing.

I've never allowed a girl to take control like this before, but I promised to be a gentleman due to our agreement.

"Tell them to leave," she says, nodding towards my friends still sitting around us, watching the exchange in silence.

No doubt, they're all getting turned on by what's happening. Stephanie Grey is the real deal, and now I understand why she's called The Temptress.

"Get out. All of you," I order, and they one by one start leaving the room.

Including AJ.

If this were just another normal night, I'd let him stay and watch us fuck right here, as that's what he enjoys. But Stephanie was mine for the taking, and I wanted to be alone with her.

Once everyone leaves, Stephanie stands up, walks towards the door, and closes it. Then she leans against the wall, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes inviting me.

I leave the couch and approach her slowly. My steps are deliberate, like a predator circling its prey before the final pounce.

I stop right in front of her, leaning in closer, our bodies pressed against the wall. My gaze remains fixed on her inviting lips.

Her hands encircle me, pressing against my back, pulling me closer. I trace my hand up her arm until it wraps around the side of her neck.

"Red suits you," I say, my thumb dragging down the side of her bottom lip.

Her lipstick stains my thumb, and I slide it down her chin, leaving a mark below her lips.

"I promised to be a gentleman just for you, but don't expect me to come kneeling at your feet. I'm not very nice sometimes."

I press myself against her, and she lets out a soft gasp.

"You feel that? That's how fucking hard I am right now," I admit. "Like a starved predator, and you're the only prey in this room."

I grind my cock against her region, and she begins to breathe heavily. I brace my right arm against the wall beside her head and tilt her head up, ready to kiss her.

But a metallic sound interrupts us, and I feel the cold press of metal against my chest.

I look down to see she's pointing a gun at me. My gun.

How did she manage to take it from me so quickly?

I look at her face and see the devilish smile on her lips.