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Sierra
I hated him.
Hated.
Loathed.
You want him. You crave him. You’ve longed for his touch for months.
No. I couldn’t go down that rabbit hole again.
Yet Alessandro was right, my body refusing to listen to my mind or emotions, the cravings already so intense that with a single touch of his finger, I was provided with a taste of heaven.
And I wanted more.
As the kiss roared into a feral moment, I struggled to keep my arms over my head. To obey him like a good little girl. His exotic scent lingered, staining me as his cum would do soon enough. I was already intoxicated and the way he dominated my tongue left me breathless, my mind spinning.
Dark.
Dangerous.
Delicious.
The three words continued to float in my mind, crushing everything else that I’d been thinking. Maybe I was still under the influence of the drugs, but all I wanted to think about was him. His touch. His kiss. The feel of his thick cock pushing against my pussy walls. My muscles ached from his huge girth, fighting to take back control even though I knew there was no chance.
He’d tormented me, teased the woman inside for weeks, finding the right way to slide in through a crack in my armor. The fact he’d stalked me didn’t bother me nearly as much as the way his actions created conflicting reactions both in my mind and body. All I wanted to do was place my hands on his chest, to knead his chiseled muscles.
Seeing him in the light had taken my breath away. He was sculpted, so muscular that there wasn’t a single ounce of fat on his body. I hadn’t noticed the tattoo on his chest, the outstretched wings of a bird covering every inch of skin. It was beautiful in design, intricate in detail.
As beautiful as his body was, his face was what kept me tingling all over, his sensual accent a close second. If he were any other man, I’d be thrilled to have this kind of attention.
But he wasn’t like any other man.
He was evil personified in a perfect box. He’d managed to crawl under the most sensitive areas of my skin, forging a path not only into the darkness I’d harbored inside, but the intense longing that I’d done my best to squelch over the years. He’d not just opened wounds, he’d used them in a seductive, thrilling way that I wasn’t certain I could ignore.
I’d tried so hard to fight him, but he was far too strong, anticipating my every move. I’d never be able to get away from him. Where did that leave me? The kiss was just another brutal way of taking me, claiming me as his.
Every sound he made, every primal growl sent wave after wave of tingles throughout my body. He’d awakened such intense need that I was blinded by the bright power of him.
But his eyes remained dark, the glimpse into his soul as terrifying as the man himself. What he’d told me confused the hell out of me. I would never in a thousand years believe that Tristen was a criminal. A killer? No way. Or was it possible? What could I tell Alessandro that would keep him from killing me?
I bucked my hips against him, my body reacting involuntarily, the sensations rocketing through me far too intense. Excitement and continued hunger powered through me, knocking out all sense of rationality. There wasn’t a single muscle in my body that wasn’t trembling from his rough touch. My bottom was on fire, every scrape of the bedding a wretched reminder that he would discipline me long and hard for any infraction. Even worse, my heart was racing, my cells erupting from the firepower of heat, electricity surging to the point every nerve ending was seared.
When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip, continuing to drive his cock deep inside. The force slammed the bed against the wall, the sound mixing with his husky growls, the quiet whimpers that I continued to try to curtail.
He leaned back, staring at me intently, a wry smile on his face that I wanted to wipe off. This man was a true monster in every sense of the word. How many men had he killed in his career, how many more would die by his hands? That’s what I needed to concentrate on, not the sickness furrowing inside of me, unwanted desire that threatened to allow what he wanted.
My full surrender.
Had I always craved a dominating man? The answer was obvious, although I hadn’t faced it until now. But this wouldn’t be the man. There was no way I could trust him. Ever.
He continued the savage fucking, pulling out and slamming into me again and again. I fought the tingling sensations, the building of another climax. His mouth had tormented my tender tissue easily, but here I had more control.
Or did I?
Our bodies molded together, the weight of his soothing. As the hard fucking continued, I found it difficult to block the increasing sensations, the red-hot heat that was building to a crescendo.
I looked away, biting back every cry threatening to give away my pleasure, but he was having none of it.
