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Wow, buddy, hold up. I narrow my eyes and it’s like he drags a mask over his face. He plunges his fingers into my hair and pulls me toward him, all possessive, like he owns me, and technically, he does. I place my hand against his chest, trying to create some distance. I feel his lips against my ear while he says, “My clothes look good on you, but I think they’d look better in a pile on the floor,” his breath wafting through my long hair.
I shiver, trying not to focus on his crotch area. He pulls back, his dark eyes watching me while he places my palm against his cheek, and I trail my shaking fingers over his face. He’s an arrogant psychopath. I glance down, and the bulge pressing against the zipper of his dark sweatpants takes my breath away. Fuck, I’m in deep. I might already be falling for the scary mafia guy, in every possible way.
Summer
I push up from the floor and she watches me while I straighten my back.
“Stay the fuck here,” I command, and stalk into my office. I slam the door shut and grab the edge of my office chair. My cock is throbbing in my slacks. It hurts like hell, and she has no idea what she does to me with those blue eyes. I tug my zipper down to get some breathing room. I spot the precum on my boxers. Fuck. I shove my hand in my underwear and take my cock out and run my hand over the vein throbbing on the side.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I growl out. I squeeze my dick and close my eyes, running all the scenarios I want to try with her through my head. I stroke my length while I imagine her touching herself while I watch. I stop teasing myself and push him back inside—not long now.
I open the file on the computer and scan her info. The son of a bitch who hurt her, I’ll find out his name on my own. It’s the first thing I’m going to do after I make her mine. I’ll fix it, and meanwhile bury the fucker who used her. I’m the only one who is going to hurt her. I’ll put him out of business for taking advantage of her. If anyone is going to use her, it’s me. My hands are already itching to end him.
I nudge the door open and stomp back into the living room. She’s still sitting where I left her, looking out over the water in the distance. “You tell me his name now or else,” I order while her cheeks flush.
“I can’t.”
“You fucking tell me.” I grit out each syllable.
“I…” She bites on her bottom lip as I hover over her, loving the view from up here and how she peers up at me through those dark lashes, all scared and in control at the same time. I crash to my knees in front of her, but Storm backs away. I slide the table further aside, wanting to show her who’s in charge. I was planning to fuck her in my bed, I can’t wait any longer. I want it all. I’m a bastard, and the sooner she knows it the better. I didn’t think I needed anyone, but having her here now shows me how empty my house was. Hell, my life without someone like her in it was boring as fuck. Everything about her intrigues me. Her depths, the way she looks at me, the way she talks, the way she is leaning against my couch. I know it’s probably not normal wanting to lock her up in my house so she can’t ever escape. She must have friends, right? Ones who will go searching for her. Only if it’s for a little while, I can at least pretend she’s really mine. I sit back on my haunches and brush her hair out of her face, and her breathing evens out. She places her hand on her heart, and I wonder what she is thinking right now. The alcohol is making me sloppy; I shouldn’t tell her about my life or my past. What’s the point anyway when she’ll be gone? No one stays—in the end, everyone leaves, and she’s going to do the same. People change, and love doesn’t exist. Once she finds out the man I am, she’ll hate the time she’s spent with me.
I leap for her, and she backs away, but she isn’t quick enough, and I pin her down with her hands high above her head while we crash to the floor.
“Tell me his name,” I bellow, but she shakes her head. Her wearing my clothes turns me the fuck on and my cock gets harder when her little intake of breath hits my ears. I press my lower body to hers and she stills. Quivering against me, Storm closes her eyes when I make her feel my hard-on against her thigh. Yeah, baby, that’s what you do to me . I brush my nose along hers as she tries to push me away, but I’m too strong. Storm’s fighting intensifies, but after she’s drained herself, her body goes slack and she gives up.
“Minki, stop,” she moans, and fuck, the way it sounds all breathy and submissive has my dick ready to explode.
Her surrender makes my cock twitch in my pants, and her closed eyes open when she feels it. I like the way she fights; I like her submission more. Her eyes narrow and it’s anger I see reflected in those depths. I want her anger, I want her fear, I want everything. I can taste her on my lips, and as her body heaves, her hard nipples press against my chest, and I want nothing more than to sink myself inside her. “That’s it, give yourself over to me. I’ll make it hurt so good.”
She snarls at me, and it’s cute as fuck the way she thinks she has a chance. Holding her hands prisoner above her head, I reach down with my other and trail the shirt up, revealing her bare breasts.
“Please stop,” she says, her voice sultry.
“Stop?” I frown. I might not know how to analyze emotions the way others do. I usually stay far away from people and their problems. But the way her nipples pebble under my gaze tells me she likes the games we’re playing. I push against her struggling legs and move up, and without warning press my cock against her pussy. I can feel her warmth through the pants she’s wearing. She freezes and I groan, kissing her hard, taking her breath away.
Damn, her hourglass figure is intoxicating, and the way those breasts move up and down has me rocking against her thigh, trying to get the edge off. My name tumbles from her lips as I trail my fingers down to her stomach, making me more possessive in the process.
I bite on her bottom lip, and she starts to protest, trying to get me to move off her, taking me by surprise when her palm makes contact with my cheek. My head snaps back—fuck, the kitten has claws.
“I wasn’t expecting that. Not very nice, kitten,” I warn, tasting the blood on my tongue. My cock pulses from the sensation. She stares at my eyes and cowers back like she’s scared. I can guess how I look, but as I focus on my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows and see how wide my eyes are, the picture of my pants undone, and her shirt pushed up high over her heaving breasts, I know I’m not giving her up any time soon while she tries to crawl backwards. I grab her by her ankle and drag her back against my body.
“Please don’t,” she begs, while she rolls herself against my bulge. I ram harder, making her feel my heat through the fabric.
“Don’t what?” I shove up on my hands, my long hair teasing her cheeks. She keeps staring at me. “Don’t say hurt, kitten. You know I’m going to hurt you, better get used to that fact while we’re at it.”
She grinds her teeth together and tries to catch her breath, her hands falling from my pecs she was pushing against.
I drag the shirt over her head and wrap it around her wrists, keeping her hands locked. For what I’m planning to do to her, I need her whole submission. She moans my name, closing her eyes. I like the way she says my name, I like it a lot.
I grab her chin and order, “Open your eyes and look at me.”
She does and licks her lips when I tug my shirt over my head, revealing my body. My hair falls like a curtain in front of my eyes, and I pull it back with a hair tie I find on the table. She shifts her butt against the rug, and when my hands land on her thighs, she stills.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, licking her plump lips while her eyes trail a path over my naked chest.
“I’m going to taste every inch of your skin,” I tell her, leaning forward. I don’t break eye contact as I kiss her left breast before I move to her right, sucking the peak into my mouth.
“Holy shit,” she says as her back arches. She’s so damn sensitive, I can’t wait to try more with her.
