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Arman was a mafia man? Really?
A violent criminal. I’d been found hiding in the room of a violent, brutal man as I’d been warned.
Maybe it was true, or maybe he was trying to terrify me. What I knew with certainty was that he was an arrogant, insufferable asshole with a God complex. Sadly, the fact he was self-righteous, broody as hell, and dangerously gorgeous all at the same time wasn’t lost on me.
Or my body’s traitorous reactions.
My nipples were fully aroused, aching much like the intense throbbing between my legs. I’d never had this kind of reaction to any man before.
Had Megan, Shelly, and Amanda known his illustrious status, or had they picked this guy randomly? Oh, hell, no. They knew exactly what they were doing and to me of all people. Oh, I could dig their eyes out with a spoon. Were they trying to get me killed? No, they’d been pushing my buttons, certain I wouldn’t go through with their ridiculous test at the last moment. When I returned, I was going to kick their butts. After that, I’d turn them into the president of the university.
Right. Then I’d implicate myself as well. The girls knew I couldn’t do a damn thing about a decision I made on my own.
Unfortunately, I was in a dark hole I might be unable to climb out of. Arman wasn’t just dangerous, nor was he merely a monster to avoid. He was pure evil disguised as a sophisticated and very passionate man.
As Arman captured my mouth, I was driven into a complete fog, which was rare for me. I was the kind of girl who could come up with snarky quips easily, which helped mask my nervousness in situations I couldn’t control. But this… this moment and this man were completely out of my hands, the passionate kiss so unexpected I was in shock. His ruby red lips were made for kissing during long winter nights, snow lightly falling outside.
What are you doing?
He was forceful yet oddly tender in his initial actions, pressing my lips open using his, barely darting his tongue inside. Then when I didn’t resist, he wrapped his other arm around me, cupping my bottom and pulled me onto my toes. I felt completely helpless and utterly safe in his muscular arms. Yet the nagging voice inside my head reminded me that he’d threatened not only bodily harm but my life in general.
That made him a very bad man.
And yet the taste of him was spectacular, the hint of whiskey mixed with peppermint assaulting my senses in the most pleasurable way. I was torn between enjoying and fighting him, especially when he took more control, sliding one hand to the back of my neck, his hold possessive. I was instantly lightheaded, blown away by his actions and his taste.
As he explored every inch of my mouth, I realized I was arching my back, pressing my stomach against his hips and his thick, throbbing cock. The man was fully aroused, so much so I was taken aback by how hard and how huge he seemed to be. It was ridiculous thinking of him in any other way but as a ruthless killer, which is what I knew he was.
The name was vaguely familiar, but I barely paid attention to politics or crime. I’d had enough of that talk around the dinner table growing up.
As the moment of intimacy continued, I started to come back to reality, now fighting to get out of his hold. It was almost useless, the man far too strong. When I managed to maneuver my hips, swishing them back and forth then pushing my body away by a few inches, I almost managed to knee him in the groin. Unfortunately, it was as if he’d anticipated my move, snagging my leg and digging his fingers into my bare skin.
The moment he pushed me against the balcony, his full body weight nearly crushing me, he forced my back into an arc. He had no idea I was terrified of heights, but he’d soon learn as the panic swept through me.
The kiss continued, my mind spiraling out of control, but I did what I could to fight him with everything I had, terrified he’d pitch me over the railing. When he finally pulled our lips apart, I shoved him with enough force he almost stumbled, which allowed me to crack my hand across his face. When he gasped, I used the moment of shock and awe, bolting around him and back through the French doors. I had just enough time to close and lock them before he smashed his hand against the doorframe.
I screeched and backed into the room, thanking God I was able to get away. Without hesitation, I rushed for the door. The hard cracking sound startled me to the point I stopped short, spinning around one more time.
He’d kicked the door in and had stormed inside, his chest heaving. “You shouldn’t have done that, princess.” There was more of a hard edge to his voice, his face twisted from anger as well as burning desire. There was no escaping the intense vibes I’d felt but this wasn’t going to happen. I had to get out. “You’re a very bad girl and do you know what happens to naughty women?”
As if I was going to hang around and find out. Ugly images rushed into the back of my mind, but I had to ignore them.
I flew toward the bedroom door, this time able to unlock and throw it open. I made it all the way to the stairs before he yanked me backwards, tossing me over his shoulder like some big he-man Neanderthal. It was another shocking moment, my pulse racing as I tried to claw the wall then the banister, grabbing for every doorknob we passed. It was to no avail. It would seem nothing would stop the man from getting what he wanted.
My punishment.
Arman kicked the door shut, murmuring something in French before heading straight for the king-size bed, dumping me in the center. Then he held out his finger, his expression stern.
“You’re not getting away from me, princess. And you will tell me who you’re working for. Is it Grayson Alexander? Don’t lie to me. I know that’s who’s paying you. He sent you here. It’s not going to work.”
“I’m not your goddamn princess and I don’t work for anyone. Besides, you’re having him killed. Right? Some big bad guy you are, killing innocent people. You’re a terrible man.” Shit. Shit. What was I saying?
“You have no idea.” His deep laugh sent vibrations dancing through every muscle.
“And I don’t want to know. Just leave me alone.”
The way he stared at me was as if I was now the one shocking him. He ripped off his jacket, tossing it aside then immediately yanking at his tie. “You’re in my room, princess. You have zero authority in my world. Now, who the fuck are you? I suggest strongly that you come clean with me.”
There was such a stark coldness about him that my teeth almost started to chatter. I had no recourse but to supply him with at least a portion of the truth. If I wanted to get out of his room alive.
