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“I don’t think I will.”
The feral grin that began to spread across his face should have frightened her. This wasEl Tigre, a notorious gangster who was known to dispense with his enemies, leaving no trace of them behind. She should have been terrified, but she wasn’t. Instead, what she felt was the kickstart of her libido.
Bodie Lambeau was perhaps the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. His height made her feel petite, which took some doing as she was taller than average. He had a model’s face with dark hair and stormy eyes. His neck was muscular without being thick and flowed gracefully into broad shoulders and a chiseled chest. He had a trim waist, defined by a set of eight-pack abs that included the indentation along the lower sides that defined his abs from his hips and pointed straight to the promised land. Which in Bodie’s case, was a long, thick cock that was beginning to tent the towel he had haphazardly wrapped around his waist.
“Answer me,” he growled seductively.
Quinn felt arousal flash through her system as he stepped into her personal space. She moved backwards as far as the desk would allow her to go and raised her chin. “No.”
The grin widened. “Wrong answer.”
She could feel his emotions rolling off him in the same way the Mississippi River rolled into the Gulf of Mexico—they were palpable and unending. There was anger, lust, and something deeper. Something that frightened her more than being in the room with a furious gangster who’d just caught her rifling through his computer. If the rumors were true, he’d killed men for less than that. But it was his underlying need and desire for her that was the most frightening; mostly because she felt the same regardless of whether she wanted to admit it or not.
Quinn sidestepped in an effort to evade him, but he moved with her, and she realized too late that not only had he been waiting for her to do so, but she was now where he wanted her. He stepped forward again and she stepped back, only to find a solid wall at her back and on one side. The trap was now complete, with the desk on her other side andEl Tigre, himself, directly in front of her.
Staring into her eyes, Bodie reached up and grasped either side of his shirt just under the neck and ripped it down and away, popping all the buttons off and exposing her body and her stiffened nipples. The grin on his face went from feral to predatory, and she heard a low, rumbling sound that reminded her of some kind of purring. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders, and she couldn’t seem to find the willpower to stop it from puddling at her feet.
“Mine,” he purred as he lowered his head to take possession of her mouth.
Quinn could not summon the strength to resist him and sighed into his mouth as he pressed her back against the wall, sliding his hand along her bare thigh before insinuating it between them to slip between her legs and find her engorged clit. He circled it with his fingers before resting his thumb atop it as his fingers explored the wet folds that lay beyond.
“Bodie” she moaned, unsure if it was a sign he should stop or an invitation to continue.
As the sensual rumble continued, Quinn felt it washing over her, surrounding her in a sensual web and making coherent thought impossible. She couldn’t think straight. Hell, she couldn’t think at all. His continual exploration and claiming of her mouth stole away her will to resist him and threatened to take her soul. Quinn feared he’d already captured her heart. She’d never felt this way about a man before. Never.
She could do nothing but feel—his touch, his body, his emotions—all of it blended with hers and amplified her own need to feel him inside her again. Her nipples were past the point of painful, and as he ripped the towel from his body and wedged his thigh between hers, she was fairly certain she was going to start dripping all over him.
Bodie lifted his head for only a moment before stepping back and bending her body so that he could take a stiffened nipple in his mouth and begin to suckle, rhythmically. Her body began to undulate in a perfect and harmonic symphony. He no longer had to hold her body in place; Quinn wrapped her arms around his neck and offered herself to him. One hand slipped lower to caress her backside while the other slipped between them again to part her lower lips before plunging in and out of her quivering pussy.
Quinn clutched at his back as the last rational part of her brain faded away, leaving her with nothing but passion and need.
“Please,” she whimpered, hating the sound of her own voice.
“Yes, my mate, you please me well,” he rumbled.
Pressing her into the wall, he gave her breast a last suckle before nipping it and then lifting his head to retake her mouth, kissing her possessively as he brought his hands up to play with her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples between his fingers. She could find no way to resist or defend against the onslaught of their mutual need.
When he’d kissed her breathless, he lifted his head and allowed her only enough space so that he could spin her around before pressing her back against the wall. His hands covered hers as he raised them against the wall. As he trailed his fingers down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake, Quinn tried pushing back, which only resulted in him swatting her backside before putting her hands back where he wanted.
“They stay where I put them,” he purred low in her ear before nuzzling her neck and bringing his hands down to skate along the outside of her body.
Quinn’s body trembled—not from fear, but from need. When had her one-night stand become something so much more? His strong arms wrapped around her body—one hand going up to play with her breasts and nipples and the other skimming down to cup her mons, before pulling her away from the wall. His hard cock throbbed against the cleft of her backside.
The enormity of the moment wasn’t lost on Quinn. She knew that he meant to fuck her here trapped against the wall, but she couldn’t seem to fight her body and soul’s need to capitulate to this man. Kicking her legs further apart, he stepped closer and moved his cock into position to take her in what she instinctively knew was some kind of primal claiming. One part of her wanted to deny him, but she knew to do so would be to deny the inevitable and would leave her bereft. As much as he seemed to need her, she needed him more.
Bodie rubbed the plum-shaped head of his cock in the cleft of her ass, before probing for and finding her slick, heated core. Positioning her just where he wanted, he thrust up into her with a powerful push, taking complete possession of her. Quinn cried out in disbelief and ecstasy. She knew he had no trouble making her climax and seemed to take great pleasure in his ability to do so. It was the speed and power of the orgasm that caught her by surprise.
Had he not had an almost painful grip on her hips, Quinn was sure her knees would have buckled, and her legs given way. She had never responded like this to anyone before. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe, and her heart was pounding in her chest as her pussy spasmed all along the hard cock that was now plundering it.
There was no room between them as he pounded into her, his pelvis slamming into her buttocks. The world around her had floated away and all that was left were the physical sensations, emotions, and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh as Bodie grunted and groaned with immense male satisfaction.
Even if she’d wanted, his vice grip on her hips prevented any escape. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he hammered her pussy over and over again.
“You are mine, and I will not be denied,” he said as he stroked her rougher and faster than ever.
“No,” she wailed.
“Yes,” he growled as he thrust into her with greater urgency.
