Page 1 of Unholy Tsar

Prologue

CECILIA

A week ago…

My back slams into the wall, sending a jolt of pain through my body. But before I can even register it, the gorgeous stranger is already crashing his lips onto mine again. His kiss is fierce, his desire evident in the way he captures my bottom lip between his teeth and gives it a sharp tug.

I whine at the mixture of pleasure and pain, my fingers digging into his firm shoulders as the coppery taste of blood beads onto my lips. He groans as he licks it off—and fuck, the low, primal sound is enough to turn me feral.

“Fuck,” I whimper, completely lost in the sensation.

At first, I was a bit hesitant, unsure of how to seduce someone so much more refined—and way older than me—but as soon as he started to reciprocate my advances, my insecurities flew out the window, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back just as hard; my hands pulling him closer to me, craving his touch.

“You must be cold,” he breathes. “Allow me to warm you up.”

My hands sink into his hair as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth.

Warm me up. Yeah, right. This isn’t warm. It’s burning hot.

“Maybe I should…” I start to say, but I can’t manage to finish that thought through his insistent kisses.

My head spins as he continues to ravish my mouth. If he didn’t have me so thoroughly pinned against the wall, I might fall into a soft puddle at his feet. I’ve never felt so… taken care of before. Manhandled. Led.

This is a different type of man than I’m used to.

And I’m all for it.

“Maybe you should what?” he asks.

“Nothing…”

I’m brought completely under his spell as his hands roam all over my body with a heat that ignites a desperate need within me. A need that has nothing to do with survival and everything to do with pleasure. One large hand cups my breast and squeezes it firmly, while the other glides down my waist, gripping my ass as he grinds his hard cock against me.

To think, less than an hour ago, I was running for my life. Then, I ran into this chest. It was clearly just as dangerous as what I was fleeing from… but a whole lot more appealing.

“I never got to thank you,” I moan. Oh God, that feels so good. Why does it feel this good? I know he’s hot, but I could hardly make out his features in that alley, and only a little bit more in the dim light of his loft apartment. Is that why I underestimated my attraction to him?

“Oh, I haven’t done anything worth being thanked for,” he grunts, “…. yet.”

Breaking the kiss, he trails his hot mouth along my cheek and whispers, “But I will change that.”

I squirm in his arms when he does something wicked with his tongue at the shell of my ear. My thoughts scatter.

His hand moves from my ass to my front, deftly flicking the button of my silky pants. The material slides down my legs easily, and he slaps the inside of my thigh just as he bites down on the tendon of my neck. I jolt in his arms, my legs automatically parting for him.

“That’s a good girl.”

He cups me through my flimsy thong and—Jesus Christ—I cry out, throwing my head back as he rubs the heel of his palm on my clit, creating a delicious friction. A maddening need coils deep inside me, and I start grinding against his hand.

“More,” I plead, unable to control myself.

“As you wish.”

He drags the flat of his tongue over my hammering pulse point as he shifts my thong, bunching it between my folds. “Look at you,” he praises. “Soaking for your savior.” His husky voice shoots straight to my clit, and I whine as I push my hip into his hand.

“You haven’t saved me… yet.” The words come out as a breathless plea, my body betraying me with its response to his touch.

He chuckles deeply, and I whine again, hating that he’s still so in control when I don’t even trust myself to speak coherently.