kisses were like the strongest drug.
Addicting. Making me crave more. Desperate.
I looped my arms around his neck and pulled, hoping he would deepen the kiss. My lips parted and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. A deep growl vibrated in our joined mouths. His body stiffened against mine.
Suddenly I was slammed backward, flattened on the bed. He was on top of me, his weight smashing me into the soft mattress and holding me there. I was trapped.
Panic buzzed through my body. I pushed against his chest. But when his kiss turned feral, my fear evaporated. I groaned and slid my hands up, over his shoulders. His lips and tongue ravaged my mouth. His hands cupped my cheeks, holding my head in place so I couldn’t break the kiss (not that I would anyway). His tongue plunged into my mouth, over and over, filling it with his decadent flavor and mimicking the motion of what I hoped might happen next. His kiss was no kiss. It was a claiming. A thorough possession. And I was completely lost in the feverish need it sparked inside me. Gone were any and all thoughts. I merely existed to satisfy the desperate urge pounding in my cells.
I wanted.
I ached.
I trembled.
The sound of my gasps filled my ears as he broke the kiss to start licking and nipping along my jaw line. He rolled off me and his hand slid down, following the column of my neck, lower, to my breast. He cupped it through my clothes and my spine arched. The heat and pressure against my hard nipple felt so good and yet I ached for more.
A whimper bubbled up from deep inside my chest. I clawed at the covers beneath me and writhed as he explored, licking a burning path down my neck. Stopping at the neckline of my t-shirt, he growled and sat up.
I opened my eyes.
His face was a deep red. His eyes as black as coal. “What the fuck am I doing?”
What was he doing? Seducing me?
And what was I doing? I was laying there, squirming, practically begging him to take me. A man who’d paid money to have me. A man who didn’t give a shit about me.
Except he did care. At least a little. He’d cared enough to watch me climb that rock. He’d cared enough to be there to carry me home when I fell.
“Tell me to leave,” he said as his gaze wandered over my disheveled form. I could feel my clothes were all bunched up. And my hair was mussed, some of it thrown across my face. He reached down and brushed those strands aside. “Now. Before it’s too late.”
He cared enough to tell me to make him leave, before I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
And yet he didn’t care enough to give me back my things and send me to a hotel.
“Leave,” I said. It wasn’t a strong command. More, a plea.
He jerked his hand back, as if my skin had burned him. His expression changed a tiny bit, shifting from something resembling pure wanting to hard determination.
What was happening?
“You’re in no position to make demands.” His voice had lost that edge to it. Gone was the need, the lust, the desperation. In its place was cold, hard control. I wasn’t sure which I feared more.
“What kind of mind games are you playing?” I snapped. “One minute you actually seem to...you’re gentle and kind. And the next, you’re a cold-hearted bastard.”
One side of his mouth curled into a sneering smile. “Mind games? I don’t play games. I told you that.” Sliding his arms under my body, he hauled me up and strode through the door and down the hall, and I knew, as ribbons of icy dread curled through my body, that he was taking me back to that room, the dungeon. And this time I wouldn’t escape whatever punishment he was thinking of carrying out.
When he’d kissed me, he had almost lost control. And I realized, now, that he didn’t like that. I would pay for it. I would pay the price for his weakness.
And for mine.
For a brief minute, I’d forgotten what kind of monster I was dealing with.
Big, huge mistake.
Once he had me back in that dungeon, I knew I was in trouble.
He set me down
Addicting. Making me crave more. Desperate.
I looped my arms around his neck and pulled, hoping he would deepen the kiss. My lips parted and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. A deep growl vibrated in our joined mouths. His body stiffened against mine.
Suddenly I was slammed backward, flattened on the bed. He was on top of me, his weight smashing me into the soft mattress and holding me there. I was trapped.
Panic buzzed through my body. I pushed against his chest. But when his kiss turned feral, my fear evaporated. I groaned and slid my hands up, over his shoulders. His lips and tongue ravaged my mouth. His hands cupped my cheeks, holding my head in place so I couldn’t break the kiss (not that I would anyway). His tongue plunged into my mouth, over and over, filling it with his decadent flavor and mimicking the motion of what I hoped might happen next. His kiss was no kiss. It was a claiming. A thorough possession. And I was completely lost in the feverish need it sparked inside me. Gone were any and all thoughts. I merely existed to satisfy the desperate urge pounding in my cells.
I wanted.
I ached.
I trembled.
The sound of my gasps filled my ears as he broke the kiss to start licking and nipping along my jaw line. He rolled off me and his hand slid down, following the column of my neck, lower, to my breast. He cupped it through my clothes and my spine arched. The heat and pressure against my hard nipple felt so good and yet I ached for more.
A whimper bubbled up from deep inside my chest. I clawed at the covers beneath me and writhed as he explored, licking a burning path down my neck. Stopping at the neckline of my t-shirt, he growled and sat up.
I opened my eyes.
His face was a deep red. His eyes as black as coal. “What the fuck am I doing?”
What was he doing? Seducing me?
And what was I doing? I was laying there, squirming, practically begging him to take me. A man who’d paid money to have me. A man who didn’t give a shit about me.
Except he did care. At least a little. He’d cared enough to watch me climb that rock. He’d cared enough to be there to carry me home when I fell.
“Tell me to leave,” he said as his gaze wandered over my disheveled form. I could feel my clothes were all bunched up. And my hair was mussed, some of it thrown across my face. He reached down and brushed those strands aside. “Now. Before it’s too late.”
He cared enough to tell me to make him leave, before I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
And yet he didn’t care enough to give me back my things and send me to a hotel.
“Leave,” I said. It wasn’t a strong command. More, a plea.
He jerked his hand back, as if my skin had burned him. His expression changed a tiny bit, shifting from something resembling pure wanting to hard determination.
What was happening?
“You’re in no position to make demands.” His voice had lost that edge to it. Gone was the need, the lust, the desperation. In its place was cold, hard control. I wasn’t sure which I feared more.
“What kind of mind games are you playing?” I snapped. “One minute you actually seem to...you’re gentle and kind. And the next, you’re a cold-hearted bastard.”
One side of his mouth curled into a sneering smile. “Mind games? I don’t play games. I told you that.” Sliding his arms under my body, he hauled me up and strode through the door and down the hall, and I knew, as ribbons of icy dread curled through my body, that he was taking me back to that room, the dungeon. And this time I wouldn’t escape whatever punishment he was thinking of carrying out.
When he’d kissed me, he had almost lost control. And I realized, now, that he didn’t like that. I would pay for it. I would pay the price for his weakness.
And for mine.
For a brief minute, I’d forgotten what kind of monster I was dealing with.
Big, huge mistake.
Once he had me back in that dungeon, I knew I was in trouble.
He set me down
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