“Iseducedyou?”
“What else do you call it when a woman wantonly throws herself upon a man at a private auction, distracting him from the fact that she’s—oh, right. Plotting yetanotherheist!”
“You are so full of yourself, highness. It’s a wonder your brothers can fit in the manor with your ego taking up so much room!”
“Andyou’vegot an attitude problem the size of the Empire State Building. It’s a wonder your sister hasn’t run for the bloody hills!”
“Run for the… You know what? Just… justbiteme, vampire.”
He grabbed her and blurred her against the stone wall, pinning her wrists above her head, trapping her body with the hard press of his hips.
Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire, her breath quickening right along with her heartbeat.
“That smart mouth is going to get you in trouble one day, Ms. D’Amico,” he warned.
“Let. Me.Go.” She struggled against his hold, glaring at him as if she could will him to burst into flames.
He swept his gaze from her eyes down to her mouth, full and soft and kissable. He recalled that night in the basement at the fundraiser, the first time he’d lost control and stolen a taste of her exquisite blood.
A pulse of desire throbbed in his balls.
“Is that what you want, little prowler?” he whispered, tightening his grip on her wrists, grinding against her warm, soft body.
She gasped at the press of his stone-hard cock, arching her hips to meet him.
His muscles trembled with barely contained lust, his blood racing, pulse pounding like a drum between his ears, drowning out the sound of her frantic heartbeat. The scent of her desire flooded his senses, the energy between them crackling like a gathering storm.
Her earlier taunt echoed.
Bite me, vampire…
Dorianwantedto bite her. To absolutelyravageher.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her eyelids falling closed. She cursed again, then shook her head, leaning back against the wall, her resistance evaporating. “Option two. I want option two.”
He was on his knees in a heartbeat, yanking down her thin leggings and lacy black thong, burying his face in the smooth, wet heat that had fueled his fantasies for weeks.
Tonight, there would be no teasing, no holding back, no exquisite restraint.
Only his raw, primal hunger, unleashed and untamed, reclaiming what was rightfully his with every delicious stroke.
Taking her.
Marking her.
Owningher.
Charlotte fisted his hair and gasped, and he gripped her thighs and plunged his tongue inside, fucking her with deep, wet strokes, the savory taste of her filling his mouth and driving all else from his mind. She pulled him closer and rocked against his face, her own desires as insatiable and demanding as his.
Another moan escaped her lips, her fingers tightening in his hair. “You’re… still… a… monster…”
Yes, he was a monster. Dark and depraved. Wicked.
Savage.
He growled against her flesh, her warmth radiating across his lips. Why had he denied himself the pleasure of such divine seductions?
No more. She washis.
