His laughter is anything but amused. It’s more of a warning, a growl.
“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, Fiona Clark. No. Fucking. Idea.” His gaze turns molten, a dark hunger bleeding into every word. “So let me make myself clear.”
His thumb grazes the curve of my hip, over the very skin I tried to hide.
“There is nothing you could show me, nothing you could do or say, that would make me stop hunting you. Nothing that would keep me from dragging you down into hell with me.”
The words sear through me. Possessive. Vicious. Honest.
“If anything…” His hand tightens around my back, dragging me flush against his chest. “You just made me want to fuck you even harder. Until those foolish little thoughts of yours don’t exist anymore.”
My nipples tighten under his stare; my knees trembling from the weight of it. From the way his eyes worship and destroy me at the same time.
And God help me, I want that.
I want every last unholy thing he’s about to do.
CHAPTER TWELVE
FIONA
He yanksmy dress all the way down in one swift motion, the fabric hitting the floor before I even register the loss of it. His mouth crashes into mine as his hands roam, taking in every inch of bare skin. A quick tug at my hips, and the thong is gone too.
I should be stopping this, telling him no. But instead I just stand here, breathing too fast, heart pounding too loud, knowing how wrong this is while wanting it anyway.
His hands grip my hips as he starts to kneel before me, lips dragging over every inch of my skin. Not skipping the patches. Not pretending they’re not there.
Instead, he lingers on them. Feathers unhurried kisses over each pale mark like they’re sacred. LikeI’msacred.
And it undoes me.
Because this, him…none of it is good. It’s reckless and twisted and too intense, but I can’t pull away. I don’t want to. Even when everything in me screams that I should.
It feels too good. Too right.
He flips me around, throwing me up against the wall, and devours me. His mouth clamps around my core, and I cry out from white-hot need tearing through me as he eats me like he’s dying for it. Like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
His tongue flicks fast and deep, his growl sending vibrations through me until my knees nearly buckle.
Then I feel it. The press of his finger…slipping into my ass.
Well, this is…new.
And not that terrible.
The harder his mouth works, the less foreign it becomes. My moan splits the air, high and desperate, while I clutch the wall like it’ll save me, like anything can save me now.
“Aleksei, oh God!” My release hits hard, crashing over me, stars exploding before my eyes.
“Again,” he grunts, pushing his finger deeper into my backside, curling it as his tongue licks and sucks like he’s trying to rip another orgasm from my soul.
I don’t know how I need to come again, but it’s more demanding now.
“Say my fucking name again.”
And I do. I chant it. His name is all I know as the sounds of my wetness echo between us. Obscene, filthy, hypnotic.
His thick fingers plunge inside me, stretching, thrusting, owning me. The faster he moves, the more my body breaks apart. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.
