Syon drove up the main driveway, ignoring the entrance to the parking garage. The crowd roared with approval. He lifted his helmet off. A group of Cid’s polo-shirt crew started pushing the fans back from the walkway to the entrance doors. Fans screamed louder as they good a good look at Syon.

Cell phones were lifted up, a hundred little flashes going off like fireflies. Syon offered Kate a hand as one of the crew members took their helmets. She put her hand in his, conscious of the people watching. He pulled her along toward the doors but stopped halfway from the curb to the revolving entrance.

Syon pulled her against him and kissed her.

It was a hard kiss of ownership. A declaration of intent. He pressed her lips apart, capturing her squeal as he turned her in a small backward circle to hide the fact that she was recoiling.

The crowd went crazy.

“Great ass!”

“Sexy redhead!”

“Give her some tongue!”

Syon didn’t disappoint his fans. He kissed her thoroughly. She wanted to resist, wanted to hold on to some small part of her dignity, but all that went through her mind was the fact that she hadn’t found another picture of him kissing anyone.

It was an admission. A very public one, but a very personal one too.

“Lucky!”

“Bitch!”

Syon finally lifted his head from hers, sending her a very satisfied smirk before he turned her around and pushed through the huge rotating door that led to the hotel lobby. One of Cid’s guys was there with a key card, but when Kate extended her hand for one, Syon shook his head.

“You’re bunking with me,” Syon said as he turned and headed toward the elevators.

Two girls standing there moaned with disappointment. One spoke up anyway. “Can we join the party?”

“Sorry.” Syon pulled Kate into an elevator. “It’s private.”

The girl pulled her top down, giving him a view of her tits before the door slid shut.

“It’s very private,” Syon informed her.

The penthouse suite was set up for him. Syon pulled her through the outer sitting room to the master bedroom, which was massive. His guitar was sitting in the corner, the spot had a bird’s-eye view of the city. It was a full three-room suite, candles lit to welcome them. Her suitcase was in the corner, her clothing hung up in the closet.

“Why did you kiss me like that?”

Syon was stripping off his gloves, pulling each fingertip free before removing the protective gear.

“To prove a point.”

She recognized this side of his persona. But she’d only seen it before when he was conducting business.

Cold, hard, completely dominating business.

Her belly did a little flip, and she shifted, feeling very much on edge.

Syon tossed the second glove aside.

“That you’re mine. I don’t want there to be any question.”

Satisfaction glittered in his eyes, but it was the hunger drawing his lips tight that made her nipples bead.

“Says who?”

It just slipped out, but she wasn’t sorry. She propped one hand on her hip and faced off with him. “I’m not yours because you stage some stunt for the paparazzi.”

His lips curved. “You’re mine because I make you wet.”

She shifted, far too aware of how correct he was. “B.O.B. could help me with that.”

His grin broadened. “I like your ginger mode.”

She rolled her eyes, but it was a mistake to look away from him. Syon scooped her up and carried her to the bed. It rocked as he followed her down, kissing her breathless once again. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, sparking a firestorm of need in her pussy. She’d never been so bluntly aware of how much she wanted to have intercourse. With Syon, she was in heat. He held her down, smoothing his hands along her arms and pulling them up above her head.

She grasped the rails of the headboard, the iron cold from the air-conditioning.

The candlelight was perfect, granting them some sort of permission to just dive into the waves of sensory overload.

“I want to unwrap you.”

He worked on her top, popping the lace and pulling it free of the grommets. When he had it open, he spread it wide, exposing her chest. She started to move, intending to help him strip her.

“Stay,” he barked. “Don’t move. Wait on my whim.”

He sat back on his haunches, his gaze sweeping her from head to toe. She shivered, so aware of him looking at her. Her confidence wavered, but at the same time swelled because he was in no hurry to stop.

“Do you like being on display for me?”

She nodded, not sure she could form words.

He cupped her knees and raised them up to her belly before straightening them, her feet pointing at the ceiling.

“Stay.”

He slid his hands down the outside of her legs, over her calves, past her knees, to the bottom of her skirt. He kept going to where the zipper was hidden along her left hip. She was so aware of him and of the sound of the zipper separating. He pulled the tab all the way down before hooking his hands into the waistband and pulling it up her legs. He had to stand up to remove it, because her legs were still pointed at the ceiling.

She gasped, the sight of him yanking her skirt away twisting her insides.

“Open your legs for me.”

She’d crossed her ankles, but unlocked them and watched his face as she spread herself for him, the yellow flicker from the candles turning him golden. He stood there, above her, making her breath catch, and opened his fly. His cock was swollen, jutting out the moment he allowed it freedom.

“Oh yeah…” She curled up and rose onto her knees, reaching for his cock, cupping his balls before licking her way up the shaft.

Her leaned forward, bracing his hands on the wall above the headboard as she circled the head of his cock with her tongue.

“Shit…” he growled. “Suck it…”

“Not yet.” She licked him again, making a slow pass along the ridge of flesh that crowned his cock. “You’re going to wait for it.”

She toyed with his balls, recalling just how he’d driven her crazy with foreplay.

It was time for payback.

“I’m going to make you lose it this time.”

She cut him a look and purred when she got a glimpse of his face. It was savage, hard with primal enjoyment, and she’d put that look there.

She stroked his cock, closing her fingers around his girth and working her hand along its impressive length. She ached for another round with it, but she was going to make him groan first.

“Oh shit!” he hissed when she took him inside her mouth. “Yeah, baby…suck it down…”

She’d never wanted to give a blow job as much as she did at that moment. This wasn’t a payback, tit-for-tat thing. She wanted to drive him wild.

He was jerking toward her, fucking her mouth as she played with his balls and worked her fingers along the portion of his cock that she couldn’t take inside her mouth. She lifted up and came down, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cockhead to tease the cluster of nerve endings there.

“Yeah…suck me…suck me hard…”

His voice was guttural, the moment hard and blunt. She tightened her lips and hand, working her mouth up and down as she listened to the sound of his breathing.

He gasped, groaning as he sucked his next breath through his clenched teeth. He was driving toward her, holding her head as his cock hardened to the breaking point.

“Argh…”

He started to spurt, giving up his come in a thick eruption that she sucked him through. It was more erotic than anything she’d ever done, the shift of power intoxicating in a whole new way. She sat back, pleased beyond measure by her victory.

And it was a victory. When Syon opened his eyes, there was the promise of payback.

He dropped to his knees and stripped her chemise top from her, but he didn’t remove it completely. He twisted it around her wrist and knotted it.

“Does that hurt?”