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He reeked of passion, every touch firm yet tender, but I had a feeling that wouldn’t last. I’d never been kissed with such vigor before, his tongue sweeping against mine, everything about him fully in control. I pressed my palms against his chest, trying to push him off, but he was an immovable object.
The taste of him was surprising, the hint of wine mixed with cinnamon an alluring combination. Within seconds, I allowed myself to become lost in the kiss, clutching my fingers around his jacket as a deep growl filtered past his lips. I was no longer surprised at how I responded to his touch, the need to be fulfilled burning deep within me. Now, maybe it would finally be set free.
The surges shared between us were oppressive, electricity shooting back and forth. I was shocked how easy it was for me to succumb, to allow a stranger to guide me into a wicked tryst.
Only one night.
The reminder was exactly what I needed to allow more of my inhibitions to drift away. He shifted his hand to my hair, fisting the soft curls I’d spent a full hour in creating, dragging my head back as he broke the kiss. His breathing as ragged as mine, he dragged his tongue across the seam of my mouth before nipping my jaw.
“I’m going to feast on you, Stephanie, but first I’m going to tie you to the bed. That’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Why should I bother saying no? “Yes.”
“Tell me again what you want.”
“I… can’t.”
“Mmm… I think you can. Tell. Me.”
His command was as alluring as the man himself.
“Tie me. Use me. Fuck me.” The words tumbled out of my mouth without hesitation. I didn’t care what anyone might say if they knew. And there certainly wouldn’t be a single second’s worth of regret or guilt.
I was now in charge of my life, and no one was going to strip it away again.
“Then so be it.” His growl was even more pronounced than before as he rubbed his lips along my jawline to my ear, darting the tip inside the shell.
“Mmm…” Several heated murmurs left my lips, and I rolled my fingers under his jacket, trying to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. My admittance unleashed a darker side to him. His hold was tighter, his fingers digging into my scalp, every sound he made guttural. As soon as I managed to slide my fingers past the crisp material of his shirt, he jerked back, cocking his head.
“Be very careful,l’vitsa. I enjoy partaking in my possessions multiple times.”
“Then do it.”
He smirked as he gazed down at me, the limited light darkening his eyes until they seemed like endless pools. When he broke the hold, remaining close, I could easily tell he was going to devour every inch of me.
I was breathless, my mind still a blur, not moving a muscle to try to fight him off as he ripped the dress over my head, tossing it aside. Then he took a few seconds to allow his gaze to fall ever so slowly. “A truly beautiful woman.”
A sudden slight wave of embarrassment washed over me. I’d never had a one-night stand before, but the way he looked at me awakened the woman who’d been locked inside a cage for far too long. At that moment, I felt beautiful.
“Do not move, Stephanie. Not a single inch.” His command was not to be denied. I watched as he slowly removed his jacket, taking the time to fold and place it over the couch. Then he loosened his tie, every movement determined as he studied me intently. He allowed the long red silk to dangle on either side, a reminder of what he was going to do with it.
Yes, the thought of being tied and immobile was both exhilarating and terrifying. I was placing my trust in him, a man whose name I didn’t even know. At least I knew he was someone of importance or good old Gregory wouldn’t have invited him. There hadn’t been an invitation extended to his hair stylist or secretary. That was certain.
He cupped my breasts, flicking his thumbs back and forth across my nipples. They ached to the point of madness, and I was forced to grip his arms, longing to see every inch of his muscular body.
“Do you enjoy pain, sweet Stephanie?” he whispered then pinched my nipples, watching and gauging my reaction.
A single whimper escaped my mouth, my pulse skittering out of control. “I don’t… know.” My hesitation was ridiculous. I’d never been timid or passive around any man. Why this one? Then again, why was my skin on fire, my heart racing from being close to him? It didn’t make any sense other than I was ready to unleash the woman I’d shoved deep inside, pretending my personal needs weren’t nearly as important as my professional ones.
The thought of pain was as terrifying as it was stimulating, forcing my breath to catch.
“Then it will be a sheer pleasure to watch as you experience it for the first time.”
Did that mean he was planning on hurting me? My thoughts drifted to the possibility he was a psychopath, but the rational side of me took over. A killer wouldn’t troll expensive receptions in search of their prey. At least I hadn’t prosecuted a monster of that degree. My cheeks flamed, my nerves still on edge.
He seemed to sense my discomfort, lowering his head and replacing the moment of pain with utter bliss, his wet mouth becoming the implement.
I gripped his arms, taking several quick breaths, half laughing and half moaning as he moved from one hardened bud to the other, licking and sucking my tender tissue. The man was an expert at pleasure, building the pressure between my legs. When he pinched then twisted my nipples again, I let out a bedraggled moan, stars floating in front of my eyes. How could anything feel this good?
