“What are you thinking about, my little bird?” He ran his fingers through her short coif.
She leaned into his fingers on her scalp. “You.”
“What about me?”
“That you’re trouble.”
“Not the first time I heard that. You want to tell me why?”
“Because you make me feel?”
“Is that really such a bad thing?” His voice dropped an octave.
At his sexy tone, she creamed her panties and locked her knees, pressing her thighs together.
“Yes.”
“Why? There’s so many things I want to make you experience. We could be good together. I can feel it.” He leaned in and brushed the side of her face with his lips.
Unable to resist his lure up close, she turned her head and connected their mouths. She moaned as he devoured her. He was a magician with his tongue as he tasted, nibbled, sipped and made her hesitation disappear. She gripped his shoulders and closed her eyes. He was dark, delicious and intoxicating. It was the beginning of the end, because she knew she’d finally found her poison of choice in this dangerous man, hell bent on possessing her.
Pan ran his magical fingers down her sides. Goosebumps rose. He stopped at her hips and kneaded her flesh. His big hands were hot and soothing. She arched her back. He slipped his knee between her legs. He nudged her pussy. She whimpered, rocking her hips to experience more friction.
They surfaced for air and he continued to rub her. “I want to see you come for me, Lark. I want to hear you cry out and feel you cream on my knee. You’re going to do that aren’t you?”
She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to surrender. The desire damn near buckled her need. But the thought of being vulnerable terrified her. What would it mean to be at this man’s mercy?
He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked.
The pain sent a jolt of pure pleasure to her center—she moaned.
“You like the things I do to you, Lark. If you let go, you’d love it. I can read you. You need to release all that pent up anxiety, fear and stress. I can bleed it out of you. That’s the poison inside of you. The addiction making you sick is your sense of responsibility to your sister. But in this room, only you and I exist. I am the only one who matters. I will care for you and give you pleasure as I see fit. Do you understand?”
His words were an emergency ration to her starved soul.
“All you have to do is say one word…Yes.” The kneading stopped and he leaned in to trace her lips with the tip of his tongue. He ripped her wall down brick by brick. He bit her lip.
Lark cried out. The pain was sharp. It stole her breath. The caress of his tongue soothed it, turning the experience into something erotic and exciting. Blood rushed through her veins. Her heart thumped happily. The numbness she’d been wading through like toxic sludge was
banished.
“I want to offer you the world. My world.” He pinched her nipples.
“Oh, God.”
“No, just Pan.” His blue eyes twinkled.
She wanted to run away with him and be a lost girl on his fantasy island. The yearning
inside overrode her common sense. The chains of duty and sacrifice broke. “Yes,” she rasped.
“I hope you understand you’re mine now, little bird. You’ve flown into the home of a man who guards his things. I promise the cage you’ll live in will be beautiful and secure. You can come and go as you please, but you will abide by my rules so long as you remain under my care.”
“W-what rules?”
“You do as I say when I say it, because it might save your life. The people we run with are rough. Retaliation happens.”
This is really happening. I’m making a deal with the devil to save Robin. I knew this wouldn’t be for free.