Page 66 of Claiming His Throne
“We need to celebrate,” he says.
“What are we celebrating?”
“The fact you just purchased an entire building on the Las Vegas Strip. It’s a big deal, Molly. Especially with all the people working real hard to block you from being able to do so.”
“You know, if you spent more time working and less time fucking me, you might be able to see my next move coming. I doubt it, but you never know. I don’t like to underestimate anyone. Also, thank you.”
“I’d much rather spend my time fucking you than dealing with assholes,” he says.
I walk out of the closet while sipping on the champagne glass. I should ask what’s happening, what this is. I’m afraid of the answer, though. And worse than that, I’m scared I might actually like it. Instead, I turn back to what’s comfortable. Sex.
“Did you bring me back here to talk all night, or to add another notch to your bedpost?”
Alfie smiles. “You will be the first notch on that bedpost, Molly. I don’t usually bring woman back to my home.”
“Why?”
“I’ve never wanted to.”
“Why me?”
“I like you a lot more than I like most people.”
“Even though I beat you tonight?” I raise a brow at him.
“I like you even morebecauseyou beat me,” he says. “I already knew you were smart, Molly, but seeing you get something that no one else has been able to get? Well, I’m honestly fucking impressed.”
I put the champagne glass down. “What is happening here, Alfie?” I blurt out, not being able to keep the question in any longer.
“Right now? We’re drinking champagne. Soon? I’m going to strip you naked and take my time reacquainting myself with your pussy.”
I smirk. “That sounds like a solid plan. But what’s happening withus? Why am I in your bedroom?”
Alfie runs a hand through his hair. He looks a little unsettled. Huh, I didn’t think anything could rock that cool, calm, and collected exterior he’s got down pat. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else. When I’m not with you, I can’t stop thinking about you. I have a feeling that means that—whatever is happening with us—it means you’re mine, Molly.”
“I’m yours?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?” I snap my fingers. “You know I have autonomy. What if I don’t want to be yours?”
“You do.” He shrugs.
“Your ego is far too big.” I laugh.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
I look at him. I can’t tell him he’s wrong, because I do want to be his.
When I don’t respond, he sets his glass on the dresser and undoes his belt. “Get on your knees, Molly.”
The command, that tone… They send shivers down my spine. Just as I’m about to drop to my knees and do exactly what he tells me to do, we’re interrupted by a loud scream.
“Alfie, get out here! Now!” a female voice calls out.
I raise a brow at him. “Friend of yours?”
“I’m going to kill them,” Alfie growls. “Someone better be fucking dying!” he yells out to the hallway.
