“It changes nothing, angel’skoye lichiko. You’re still important to him.”
“How long do you plan to keep me here? Surely it can’t be forever.”
No, it’s not forever, but I don’t have an answer for that.
“No.”
“Then when? When are you going to let me go?”
My lack of an answer makes her eyes bigger and glassy with tears.
“You’re going to kill me,” she breathes and pushes back into the wall like she’s trying to disappear through it.
I’m a real sick fucker if I can savor the terrified look on her face. Pure terror, raw and undiluted, brims in her eyes then overflows. It makes her skin pale, but the mingle of arousal brings a hint of color back to her cheeks.
The angel is fucking terrified of me, yet she wants me just as bad. The knowledge sends a rush of blood to my dick and I want to push her up against the wall and fuck her until she can’t walk.
I rest my hand on the wall behind her and lean close to her beautiful face.
“Not today,” I whisper and the slow shallow breath she inhales makes her chest rise and fall making the swells of her breasts look bigger. “There’s a lot I want to do to you first.”
I stare into the depths of her indigo eyes waiting to see her reaction.
When a spark of desire flickers in the depths beckoning to me and her pretty pink nipples tighten, I think it’s time I start my indulgence for the night.
“There’s a lot I want to do with this body of yours, and when last I checked you belonged to me.”
She stiffens against the wall. “You’re a monster.”
I give her a wicked smile. “Yes, but you knew that well before you came to my city and walked into my club.”
When I lean closer the pull of desire grabs me even stronger when the scent of her arousal teases my nose. I’m like a shark picking up the scent of blood.
I want more. I want to see how far I can push her until she breaks and unleashes. So, I think of all I want to say.
“You know I’m a monster and yet you’re always wet for me.” I smile wider when her cheeks color fiercely and her breath catches. “Always wet for me and ready for me to touch you.”
I keep my eyes on her while I run my fingers down the smooth, silky skin of her stomach and down I go until I cup her sex and push one finger right into her pussy.
Fucking, fuck. Once again, I’m right. The silky texture of her arousal graces the tips of my fingers and as I stroke over the hard nub of her clit, she grows wetter. Wetter for me.
I lean even closer until my lips nearly touch hers and stop.
“I’m sure,” I begin. “I’m sure if I were to try to fuck you right now up against this wall, there’s not a Goddamn thing you’d do to stop me because you want me to do just that. Tell me it’s not true.”
I don’t want her to stop me, but part of me wants her to. Part of me wants her to stop me from going deeper into the hole to the place where I locked myself away.
I fully expect her to take the bait and tell me it’s not true, but I’m shocked to shit when she doesn’t.
She just stares back at me like she’s in some kind of desire filled trance. The same fucking trance I’m in. What I see in her eyes is fucking real, as real as what I feel.
My balls tighten at the realization that she wants me. She fucking wants me as badly as I want her so I should do something about that.
I don’t waste another second to tend to both our needs. I move to her lips, claiming her mouth like she truly belongs to me as I close the space between us.
She kisses me back with the same yielding need and more when I slip my hand behind her head to deepen the kiss.
She twisted my mind back at the Dark Odyssey when we first kissed, but this is something else. I’m not a man who savors kisses. I like to fuck. But this woman’s lips on mine works some fucking magic on me that switches control.