whimper slipped from Katrina’s throat, soft and telling. He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what she wanted.
How ?
Does it matter ?
Yes. It did.
Fighting the dark desire deep within her being, she fixed him with an unwavering stare. “Who are you?”
Black eyes glinted and he pressed his hips harder to her. “Curiosity kills the cat, Ms O’Lauchlan.”
“Yes, but satisfaction brings it back.”
“Oh, I guarantee you will be satisfied.”
Katrina glared at him, her body awash in an excitement she couldn’t deny. “I’m mistaken about knowing you. I’d remember someone so completely full of themselves.”
The man stared at her, his body pressing her to the wall, his cock aligned perfectly with her sex. His hold on her wrist grew almost painful. “You’d think so.”
The words were soft, almost a whisper. And with them, came an expression on his face that Katrina had seen before. An expression of self-loathing and sadness. An expression worn by a man she’d not seen since… She frowned, her heart a canon in her throat. “Flynn?”
The man’s black eyes widened. His nostrils flared. “You are thinking of another man while in my arms?” His fingers ground into her wrists and he jerked her arms straighter, grinding his cock against her pussy. Punishing her. “Who is this Flynn?”
Katrina writhed beneath him, feeling the fingers of his hand on her arse sink closer to her sex. God, she wanted those fingers buried in her. “None of your fucking business,” she snarled instead.
“Everything about you is my business, Australian Federal Police Officer, Katrina O’Lauchlan.”
Her breath caught. “How—”
He didn’t let her finish. With savage speed, he took a step backward and ripped the towel from her body. “Beautiful.”
He came at her hard. Crushing her to the wall, one hand closing over her breast with brutal possession, the other grabbing the back of her thigh and jerking her leg up. His mouth claimed hers and his shaft rammed against her pussy, hard and unforgiving. Her clit—that swollen tiny nub of sensitive flesh—throbbed at the contact and she sucked in a breath through her nostrils, arching into him even as she wanted to pull away.
She had no answers. How could she submit to this…this invasion without answers?
She couldn’t.
With strength born of desperate preservation, she planted her palms on his shoulders and shoved. Her palms burned from the heat of his body. Her pussy constricted at their solid, sculpted strength. He stumbled backward. A step. Enough for Katrina to realise she’d made a mistake.
Eyes the colour of sin stared at her. Blacker than a new-moon midnight. Hunger and strength burned in their inky depths. Hunger for her. To dominate her. Possess her. Her sex gushed with her own hunger and her nipples tightened to painful points of concentrated desire.
The lips that only seconds earlier had bruised hers curled in a slight smile. “A lioness after all.”
Katrina glared at him, clenching her fists, the steely ice of her cuffs biting into her left palm. “Touch me again—“
“And you’ll come?” The grin grew wider. More conceited. “I know. But not until I say so.”
The arrogant comment turned her blood to fire. She stared at him, her heated flesh exposed to his lazy inspection. Back flattened to the wall, she had nowhere to go.
But to him ?
Conflict tore at her. She wanted to go to him, wanted to feel him take possession of her. But why?
He took the decision away from her. In one abrupt step.
His hands found her body, fingers curling into her hips as he jerked her to him, crushing her mouth with his. His tongue invaded her mouth, plunging past her lips. He grabbed her arse, spun about and shoved her backward, driving her across the suite without breaking the assault on her mouth. Her feet stumbled beneath her and for a split second she thought she was going to land on her arse. But before gravity could claim her, he did.
His grip on
How ?
Does it matter ?
Yes. It did.
Fighting the dark desire deep within her being, she fixed him with an unwavering stare. “Who are you?”
Black eyes glinted and he pressed his hips harder to her. “Curiosity kills the cat, Ms O’Lauchlan.”
“Yes, but satisfaction brings it back.”
“Oh, I guarantee you will be satisfied.”
Katrina glared at him, her body awash in an excitement she couldn’t deny. “I’m mistaken about knowing you. I’d remember someone so completely full of themselves.”
The man stared at her, his body pressing her to the wall, his cock aligned perfectly with her sex. His hold on her wrist grew almost painful. “You’d think so.”
The words were soft, almost a whisper. And with them, came an expression on his face that Katrina had seen before. An expression of self-loathing and sadness. An expression worn by a man she’d not seen since… She frowned, her heart a canon in her throat. “Flynn?”
The man’s black eyes widened. His nostrils flared. “You are thinking of another man while in my arms?” His fingers ground into her wrists and he jerked her arms straighter, grinding his cock against her pussy. Punishing her. “Who is this Flynn?”
Katrina writhed beneath him, feeling the fingers of his hand on her arse sink closer to her sex. God, she wanted those fingers buried in her. “None of your fucking business,” she snarled instead.
“Everything about you is my business, Australian Federal Police Officer, Katrina O’Lauchlan.”
Her breath caught. “How—”
He didn’t let her finish. With savage speed, he took a step backward and ripped the towel from her body. “Beautiful.”
He came at her hard. Crushing her to the wall, one hand closing over her breast with brutal possession, the other grabbing the back of her thigh and jerking her leg up. His mouth claimed hers and his shaft rammed against her pussy, hard and unforgiving. Her clit—that swollen tiny nub of sensitive flesh—throbbed at the contact and she sucked in a breath through her nostrils, arching into him even as she wanted to pull away.
She had no answers. How could she submit to this…this invasion without answers?
She couldn’t.
With strength born of desperate preservation, she planted her palms on his shoulders and shoved. Her palms burned from the heat of his body. Her pussy constricted at their solid, sculpted strength. He stumbled backward. A step. Enough for Katrina to realise she’d made a mistake.
Eyes the colour of sin stared at her. Blacker than a new-moon midnight. Hunger and strength burned in their inky depths. Hunger for her. To dominate her. Possess her. Her sex gushed with her own hunger and her nipples tightened to painful points of concentrated desire.
The lips that only seconds earlier had bruised hers curled in a slight smile. “A lioness after all.”
Katrina glared at him, clenching her fists, the steely ice of her cuffs biting into her left palm. “Touch me again—“
“And you’ll come?” The grin grew wider. More conceited. “I know. But not until I say so.”
The arrogant comment turned her blood to fire. She stared at him, her heated flesh exposed to his lazy inspection. Back flattened to the wall, she had nowhere to go.
But to him ?
Conflict tore at her. She wanted to go to him, wanted to feel him take possession of her. But why?
He took the decision away from her. In one abrupt step.
His hands found her body, fingers curling into her hips as he jerked her to him, crushing her mouth with his. His tongue invaded her mouth, plunging past her lips. He grabbed her arse, spun about and shoved her backward, driving her across the suite without breaking the assault on her mouth. Her feet stumbled beneath her and for a split second she thought she was going to land on her arse. But before gravity could claim her, he did.
His grip on
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