Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy #2)

“Hands at your sides. Don’t move.”

In the reflection of the glass, I watch as Mount unbuttons his cuffs, strips off his shirt, and drops it on the floor before stalking toward me.

The cold from the window is already sending chills through my body, and Mount’s heat at my back creates warring sensations that are normal when I’m dealing with him.

The zipper on my dress hisses as Mount slides it down. His fingers push the straps off my shoulders, but I catch them with my elbows, holding the dress against my chest.

“Someone could see.”

His voice is low but implacable. “They can look, but they can’t fucking touch what’s mine.”

Of their own volition, my arms drop to my sides and my dress slides down, puddling at my feet.

“Step out of it.”

Mount’s teeth graze my shoulder before he drags them up the column of my neck, and I hold in a moan.

“Are you going to make me repeat myself?” He growls it in my ear, nipping my lobe.

This is the power struggle. The one I crave. When he said I wanted this, he wasn’t wrong.

“No.”

I comply, and Mount kicks the expensive designer dress aside before closing a hand around my wrists, lifting my hands to press them both palm-first against the window. I shiver, my nipples pebbling against the lace of my strapless bra as he growls in my ear.

“Keep your hands on the window or your punishment will come later, and I promise it won’t be nearly as enjoyable as this.”

I nod, and Mount releases his hold. I stay in position as his fingers skim down my arms to my shoulders before circling my rib cage to thumb my nipples through my bra.

“I don’t spend nearly enough time on these gorgeous tits.” He releases the clasp of my bra, sending it to the floor, and my breasts spill into his hands. He toys with my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my center.

My moan slips free, and it urges him on. “Bend forward. Put them on the window. Get them nice and cold. I want them even harder for me.”

Even though my instinct is to balk at how obscene his order is, I follow his command, sucking in a breath when my sensitive skin touches the chilled glass.

“Good girl,” Mount says, right before his palm connects with my ass with a smack.

I straighten, but he grips my hips to pull me back into position as he grinds the hard length of his erection against me.

“You worried about them seeing you now?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

His hand slides around to my stomach and skims down to toy with the waistband of my thong, snapping the thin material before it falls away. He cups my center with his palm, his teeth grazing my other shoulder as he growls in satisfaction.

“Then I better show everyone out there who owns this pussy, in case they get any ideas.”

The forbidden thrill of being watched only adds to my confused emotions. Mount slips one finger between my lips, already finding me wet. When he drags it around my piercing, my hips move, my body desperate for more contact.

“You gonna tell me that I don’t own this perfect cunt?”

His growled words make me even more frantic.

“No!” This time the word comes out on a harsh moan as he pushes two fingers knuckle-deep inside me.

“I didn’t think so.”

He fucks me deeper with his fingers, and my hands squeeze into fists. But I manage to keep them on the window, never breaking contact, not even when Mount frees his cock and works it between the cheeks of my ass.

“Someday soon, there won’t be any question about who owns this ass either, because when I sink my cock inside it, you’ll be screaming my name.”

His filthy words trigger another drawn-out moan. Mount shifts, fitting the head of his shaft against my entrance, pushing forward just enough to nudge the tip inside.

I open my mouth, ready to beg, except this time he doesn’t make me wait. He buries himself to the hilt in a single thrust. With both his hands pressing against mine on the glass, he powers into me without mercy, and I love every single second of it.

When I come, it’s with a scream that all of Dublin must be able to hear—and see.

But in the circle of Mount’s arms, I forget to care.





Mount





After two days of panel discussions, I’ve learned more about whiskey and spirits than I ever wanted to know, but I have to admit I now have a stronger fascination with it. Plenty of what I’ve learned will go into practice to streamline my own business. Keira and I parted ways to cover more ground because she couldn’t be in every presentation she wanted to hear.

Do I like letting her out of my sight into a crowd of men who stare at her like she’s their next meal? Not particularly, but I also realize something equally as important that makes me want to kill them less—Keira doesn’t see them. Not as men. She sees them as sources of knowledge, competitors, possible sales or potential suppliers.

She’s one hundred percent business during the day, but as soon as we make it to the suite at night, everything changes. The power struggle continues, but she’s bending more each time. Sometimes, it’s all I can do not to drag her away from whatever vendor party we attend in the evening and fuck her in the elevator on the way up.

Only one thing holds me back—I won’t take the risk of damaging the reputation and credibility she’s building here. To Keira, that would be the ultimate unforgiveable sin. Against the window was different. I didn’t tell her until afterward that it was tinted and no one could see us. Her furious glare was worth hearing her scream echo through the room when she came after we fought about it.

Like an addict craving his next fix, every time I’m with her, I’m chasing the same high. Except the difference between Keira and drugs? Every time with her gets better.

Today is the only free day of the conference. Tomorrow, we go back to panels during the day, and then a final gala with an award ceremony in the evening.

I would prefer to keep her in bed with my cock buried inside her all day, but I already made plans for us. I’m cursing them as she pulls on jeans and a formfitting sweater, and slips a leather jacket over it.

Goddammit, she’s fucking sexy. Naked. Clothed. In lingerie. It doesn’t matter.

First step of addiction: admitting you have a problem.

Fuck that nonsense. I’m doing just fine.





Keira





As a private car carries us through the streets of Dublin, my excitement grows with every moment. I’ve barely been out of the hotel since we got here, but today, I finally get to see the city I’ve explored many times in my imagination.

“Where are we going?” I ask the silent man beside me.

“You’ll see.”