“Well, you’re not going to get it. What are you are going to give me is the truth. Always.”
The midnight pools of his eyes glistened from anger or annoyance, but the moment was short lived. I could see something else, a sense of something much darker exploding from deep within.
“Are you certain you want the truth, Catherine? Are you certain that it won’t rock your world in ways you aren’t prepared for?”
“Once again, don’t flatter yourself. I always want the truth. It’s whether you have the guts to provide it.”
His laugh was entirely different, oozing of danger. “You’re here because you made the mistake of crawling into my world. You’re here because I want you to be.” He pulled me onto my toes, his chest rising and falling from agitation and desire. “And something you’ll learn about me. I always take what I want.”
His lips crashed into mine and he pulled me as tightly against him as possible before I could stop him. All the irritation and anger I’d seen in him mixed with his raging hunger and was forced onto me. I was completely shocked, shaken to my core as his warm tongue found a space between my lips, diving hungrily inside.
When I wiggled in his hold, he fisted the back of my hair with such force, I was rendered completely immobile. I tried pushing him away, but it was no use. His hold was far too strong.
Entirely possessive.
The man was rock hard everywhere, refusing to back down as he kissed me so ferociously, I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was moan, the sound captured instantly. With every sound I made, he kissed me harder. The feel of his hand as he rubbed his palm down my back created a wave of white-hot tingles.
As tense as I had been only seconds before, I could feel my body betraying me even more. His tongue dominated mine, expertly taking what he wanted. The man was corrupting me, his words holding meaning. He was taking me. There was no question to ask, no chance of saying no to him. The man wasn’t built that way.
The craziness of the moment stifled all sense of right and wrong, the desire for him more than a simple matter of chemistry. Our connection was off the charts, wild and unbridled, something I would never be able to explain.
Much like my near surrender.
His actions were rough, his scent infusing my senses. There was such power in his raw masculinity and his erection pressing between my thighs. Every action was driving me close to an edge I’d never survive.
Against my will, I was suddenly sliding my hands up the length of his back, tangling my fingers in his thick hair. My core was on fire, my breasts aching for his touch. The wild throbbing of my pussy forced another moan.
I was slowly falling into the same darkness, melting into him, craving the side of passion that I’d never experienced. And that only he could provide. The vibrations were electric, my heart thudding. A part of me wanted him to strip away the remainder of my defenses.
Yet this was wrong. I hated this man, or men like him. Always taking. Never giving. A beast believing himself to be above the law.
A man with no conscience.
If so, why did I feel so alive, threatened only by the loneliness I’d feel when he walked away?
When he finally pulled back, his eyes bore into mine with a complete deference to what had just occurred.
To what he’d just taken.
He cupped my face, shaking his head slowly as he brushed the rough pads of his fingers across my skin.
We were both breathless, the man leaving me wanting for everything I couldn’t have. But he left me, walking through the double doors and closing them with a hard click.
A second click jogged me from the delicious spell and I rushed forward, immediately trying the doors.
Groaning, I turned around, leaning my head against the wood.
The bastard had locked me in, forcing my surrender after all.
CHAPTER 7
Alexander
The kiss came from an angel.
For all the times I’d hungered for a woman, not once had I felt a sense of loss. She’d driven me to madness, pushing me to a point that I hadn’t been able to think clearly. So I’d reacted with anger and intense need, tasting her when she didn’t belong to me. Even worse, I’d done so with a woman who potentially had the power to send me to prison.
Even worse than both, which were already damning, I’d simply locked her in a room and walked away and I somehow felt a sense of loss. For fuck’s sake. Had the tragedy and today’s shit show altered my abilities? Or just my opinions and needs? I couldn’t be certain except for one thing.
