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“I want you, too, Sara,” he said. The words made my nipples go tight and my thighs press together, neither of which seemed to escape Daniel’s notice. He looked me over, not disguising the want in his eyes, nor the feral need in every line of his body. “To beveryclear, I want to fuck you.” I swallowed against a dry throat and my pussy seemed to quiver, my panties soaked. “Iwant to make you scream, make you beg, and make you come so hard that you’re tempted to do anything just to have my cock again.” His rough tone was in stark contrast to his casual posture, his unwavering gaze, but the whites of his knuckles on his arm and his bulge gave him away. “I want to ruin you—and worship you.” Daniel’s head fell to the side and his hair seemed golden, but the green of his eyes seemed black. “I think you’ve realized that I don’t do half-measures. If that scares you, there’s the door—and I better never fucking see you again.” His eyes narrowed and a cruel smile played on his face. “Otherwise, I’ll take that to mean you just want me to work harder to convince you.”
Fuck,I thought to myself, and then I realized I was pressing my hand against my throat, my thumb rubbing over my lips. Of all the Michaelsons to run into, I had to find the one who unraveled me like this? The one that I wanted to make good on those filthy promises.
Ruin and worship me, Daniel.
“You might forget your name,” he added, and my knees buckled. Actually buckled. “I won’t. I promise, I’ll always remind you.” He chuckled. “Eventually.”
I’d known from the outset that there was no going back once I started this, and I would find Lia, I would bring her home.
I hadn’t expected to crash into Daniel Michaelson, but maybe I should have.
One didn’t descend into the depths of hell to emerge unchanged.
And maybe, part of me had wanted to go, to throw myself into the shadow and void and flame from the moment that I’d laid eyes on this handsome, incomprehensible man. Maybe I’d gone chasing after Lia in hopes of finding him, too.
“So,” Daniel said and stood up. I watched him, confused, unsure why I thought I could hear something like bitterness and resignation in his tone. “It’s been fun. I’ll call you a car—”
His phone went flying across the room and landed on an armchair, before clattering to the ground. Daniel whipped back to me, fighting incredulity, annoyance, and a gleam of hope. That look nearly gutted me and I caught his suspenders, glaring up at him.
“You better not be all fucking talk, Daniel Michaelson.”
CHAPTER NINE
Sara
Daniel caught my face in one hand with ease, a tighter grip than he had had previously, and gave me a half-lidded, intense look. “You’re lucky you didn’t break my phone.”
“Very lucky—and I have killer aim.”
“Fuck,” Daniel said under his breath. “I like you.”
“Aw,” I said and snapped his suspenders against his chest, causing him to snarl at me. “I like you too, Danny.”
Now that we were alone, neither backing down, I sensed something shifting between us—a palpable excitement that neither of us knew quite what the other would do—perhaps that we didn’t even know what we ourselves would do.
Case in point, we crashed together, Daniel shoving his hands into my hair and tugging my head back, while I held onto his suspenders so that I could hook a leg around him. Our kisses were ferocious, starving, and hot, our tongues dueling, and then both of my legs were around Daniel’s waist, my arms around his neck. One of his hands gripped my ass to hold me up, while the other smoothed down my leg and up my side, my hands now in his hair, tugging and wild, before scratching across his back when he pressed me against the cold window.
“I really like you, Sara,” Daniel murmured when we broke apart, gasping for air, and I smiled at him. “You’re going to ruin me, too, huh?”
“You have no idea.” I leaned forward and bit his earlobe, causing Daniel to swear in Italian, an old-school curse that made me laugh as I whispered the translation in his ear, and he went still. “And don’t forget the worship.” I kissed his cheek. “So long as you impress me.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Daniel said against my neck. Then he set me down and I growled. “As much as I like kissing you…” He walked away, shrugging out of his suspenders, and letting them dangle, before leaning against the back of the leather couch, his head tipped back, arms spread on either side of him, and his chest heaving. I walked over, an eyebrow raised, about to ask if he needed a break when he sat up and looked at me in a way that stopped me in my tracks. “I think you should take off your dress,” Daniel said in a low voice that felt like a feather stroke touch between my legs. “Now.”
For a moment, I considered not obeying him, but if Daniel thought getting me naked first would give him the upper hand—then he needed to be taught a lesson. I shimmied my gold dress off, letting out a sigh when cool air touched my skin, and the tight bodycon material let everything breathe again.
Underneath, all I wore was a see-through bra and a barely-there thong. Daniel gestured for me to step forward and I did so, my heels clicking nicely on his polished wooden floors. He leaned forward and I quivered with excitement, wanting to feel his big hands on my breasts, when he skimmed the nipple, then plucked the lighter I had taken from him at the club free of my bra. I let out an indignant sound, as I’d almost forgotten I’d stolen and stashed it there. He tucked it in his pocket and waved me off, throwing me off-kilter again. Something of the gangster was on his face, suddenly, the look of a man who would do anything to get what he wanted.
“Indulge me, Sara,” he said, his words belying his look. He’d make me indulge him if I didn’t listen. “Take a few steps back and turn around slowly. I want to look at you.”
Even though I knew who he was, what he could do, and part of me wanted to indulge him and then some—the stronger urge was to balk, to fight back, and sass. That urge won and I retorted, “You’re pushing it, Michaelson.”
“Fine. Make me pay for it,” Daniel said in a husky voice that made me quiver all over, wondering what he was thinking about. The broadness of his shoulders and the muscular thickness of his chest seemed more apparent in this moment as he leanedforward a little. Not to mention, the bulge in his pants was looking more painful by the second. “Or how about this—if you do it, I’ll reward you—but every second you delay, you’re only depriving yourself.”
I rolled my eyes and blew out a breath, the shook out my hair. Smoothing my hands down my front, teasing him, I pirouetted once on my heel, and Daniel growled.
“Sara.”
“Fine, fine,” I grumbled, trying to tell myself that I hated foreplay, that I wasn’t enjoying this, but as I slowly turned for Daniel, the mafioso at my mercy—I got more turned on than I thought possible. When I was facing away, I bent over on impulse, reaching back, and snapping the hem of my thong against my back.
