Boxed Set: Traitorous Heart Volumes 1-6 (The Traitorous Heart Series) by Breena Wilde Page B

body was attuned to his touch, to the way my body felt in his arms.  Everything around us: the chilly night, our breaths making clouds in the air, the sounds of New York City at night, all of it seemed to blur into the background. It was just Griffin.
    A small part of my mind wondered what he was thinking. I looked like a fucking orphan, yet he wasn’t discouraged. I could tell by the hardness pressed against my lower belly that he wanted me.
    A cab pulled over and we climbed in. Griffin gave his address. I didn’t have it memorized or anything, but… okay, I knew that was exactly his address.
    I didn’t dwell on it too much because his hand was on my thigh, stroking, caressing, his hand moving higher and higher. My body responded to his touch, yearned for more.
    A fucking Griffin junkie. That’s what I’d become. I’d heard that a person could become addicted to heroin after one use. That’s all it took to develop an unquenchable need for the rock god.
    The taxi pulled up in front of his building. Griffin paid and we got out. As soon as we were in the elevator his body pressed mine against the wall. His hands cupped my ass and I moaned against his mouth. His tongue shoved its way inside my mouth.
    “Katie. Katie Jayne.”
    I loved the way he said my name. “Yes?” I searched his face, looking for clues to what he wanted, needed. At that moment I’d give him anything.
    His hands ran up my sides, along my breasts, and stopped, along with my heart, on my pink scarf.
    “This is beautiful.” He rubbed his fingers over the material. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was a gift from my crazy parents. While they and I were as different as night and day, I appreciated the gift. It meant something coming from them.
    “Thanks.” The word came out hoarse, like a frog had stolen my voice.
    When the elevator opened whatever he’d been going to say was forgotten. Griffin picked me up, seeming desperate to keep me close. I clung to him while he opened his door and walked us into the bedroom.
    Briefly I noticed his room looked the same. Clean. Perfect. It screamed of wealth and smelled clean.
    Griffin sat me on his bed. He took the scarf from my neck and held it between his fists.
    My heart raced. What were his intentions? It was a gift from my parents, so it couldn’t be anything sexual. That would just be weird.
    “My parents gave me that on graduation day.”
    He glanced at it again, and then took my purse and set them both on a chair near the door. Whatever his intent had been, he had changed his mind.  I was glad.
    “I’m going to get you naked and make you come over and over again.” His words seemed to go straight to my core and I was immediately wet.
    I nodded, waiting. He slid off his shoes then took off his jacket and his tie. Mesmerized I watched him strip, fascinated by his hands. He pulled his shirt from his pants and undid the buttons.
    A part of me was screaming that I should be taking off my clothes too. The sooner I was naked, the sooner he could make good on his words. But I couldn’t move. His fingers were at his belt, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping.
    I licked my lips.
    He took off his pants and his socks. When he straightened my eyes went right to his cock. It pressed against his boxer-briefs, straining.
    I was drawn to it, to his sex.  I climbed off the bed. His eyes followed me as I kneeled in front of him.
    “What are you doing?” He swallowed. There was a hesitation in him, which surprised me. On stage, when he sang, it had been like watching a magnificent being, a god who barely looked like a man, singing to those beneath him. Our night together he’d taken his rock god status to the next level.
    Now again, standing before me, his naked body taut and oh so very lickable, I couldn’t understand how there could be even the slightest hesitation. He was the epitome of physical perfection.
    “I want you naked, too.” I heard him, but didn’t respond. I wanted my mouth on his