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As he led me through the bar, past my friends, the expressions of fear yet longing they wore was a clear indication the bastard had made certain they wouldn’t bother us. I didn’t fight him, which would cause a scene inside the bar. He’d allowed me to grab my purse and coat, but the split second of doing so appeared to be nothing more than affirmation to my girls that he was in charge.
What I found even more disturbing than his strange yet powerful hold over me was the fact even Jenika, Miss Balls to the Walls herself remained quiet. I wasn’t certain if they’d been hypnotized by his majestic stature, his perfectly chiseled and stubbled jaw, or the fact he’d been the single man who’d obviously awakened something deep inside me.
Whatever the case, my friends certainly didn’t attempt to keep the man from stealing me away from my girls’ evening.
I’d told myself I hated bad boys, the kind of alpha men who chose vulnerable women on purpose to make themselves feel better. Those were exactly the kind of men I’d deemed acceptable to date, only I’d quickly found they were boring, conversing about subjects I couldn’t care less about. Why was I allowing the admittance right now? Because this brute of a man had spanked me?
I shuddered from the thought, every step I took a painful reminder that I’d lost my fucking mind. He was bold in his actions, his harsh look as he powered through the crowd daring any of the other men to stop us.
None did.
Once outside, the cold air was just enough to shock me back into my senses. I jerked my hand away, managing to get free from him. But before I could say anything, he reacted entirely differently than he had before. The bad boy side of him took over, his savage action catching my breath.
He wrapped his hand around my throat, shoving me hard against the side of the building. I would ordinarily arrest a man for this kind of behavior. I abhorred men who dared put their hands on a woman, whether she belonged to them or not. I couldn’t count the number of men I’d required to cool off for at least a night in my jail, berating him for his behavior next day. Thank God, I’d only been forced to handle a brutal situation once where the man had almost killed his wife.
The call had drained me, staying with me for weeks.
However, there was something entirely different about the way this dark, brooding, and demanding stranger was acting, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. A half dozen red flags told me I should follow my instincts, getting as far away from him as possible. The bad girl inside of me wanted a taste. A single taste. There would never be more than that in my world. I couldn’t allow it.
He seemed startled by what he’d done, his body tensing, but he crowded my space much like he’d done before when he’d stolen the kiss. I was shaken by his level of brutality and by all rights I should be angry as well as terrified of him, but the raw passion he exuded was enough to keep me intrigued. I was wet and the ache slicing across my bottom only added to the intensity of the sensations nearly ripping me apart. How could this stranger make me feel so excited?
He dug his fingers into my skin, using his thumb to keep my head upright as he slowly lowered his until our lips were almost touching. “You should know by now I’m not a man to be fucked with and I certainly have no intentions of letting you go. However, I am curious. Why bother fighting me?”
“Because I don’t know you.” My heart started beating so loudly it was echoing in my ears. “Because I don’t approve of dominating men.”
“That’s not necessarily true, now, is it?” He merely brushed his lips across mine, his hold tightening. While he was strong enough to snap my neck, I had no fear that was his intent. He was as aroused as I was, perhaps even more so.
I’d never felt such embarrassment or such intense heat as I had before, his savage handling of me capturing me off guard. Even now as I clasped my fingers around his jacket, twisting my hands, I was thrown into a tizzy from the musky scent of his testosterone as well as his raw domination over me.
Finding that acceptable or attractive was the strangest part of this.
He pressed his thumb under my jaw once again, forcing my head up even more. When he finally pressed his lips against mine, I trembled from the connection, another rush of longing keeping a hold over me. He brushed his lips back and forth, his hot breath keeping the energy high, the electricity scouring my system. I was breathless, darting out my tongue involuntarily.
There was such control in the man, keeping his hold on me while drawing me to the very edge of the cliff of burning desire.
“I want you, sunshine. The question is do you want me?” His whisper was barely audible, but I knew exactly what he was saying.
The answer was on the tip of my tongue before I could stop it. “Maybe.”
There was something far too hypnotic about the growl that rumbled up from his chest as well as the possessiveness of his hold.
The passion exploded between us and he crushed his mouth over mine, immediately thrusting his tongue past my lips. The taste of him was exquisite, his warmth sending wave after wave of intense vibrations all throughout my system, my core heated more than it had ever been.
From a dangerous man’s kiss.
What in God’s name did that say about me?
He planted one hand on the building, pressing his entire body against me. There was no doubt what he had on his mind, the building need that kept his cock rock hard. I wasn’t certain I could resist him if he wanted to take me right here in the dark and cold parking lot, acting as if I’d always belonged to him.
What are you thinking?
I wasn’t and for once, it was deliriously amazing.
When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip with enough pressure the taste of blood trickled into my mouth. His breathing was heavier, the deep and ominous chuckle he issued only adding to the sinful moment.
“Well, I guess I’ll need to change your mind and your attitude. There’s something perfect about losing yourself in the arms of a stranger.”
“You think you can?” I teased.
