Only seconds later, I realized it was a fabulous leather La-Z-Boy. As the back tilted down, I threw my head back in a fit of giggles.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“This is perfect. Now, you’re my hostage.”
“That will never happen. But I’ll give you a pass for tonight.” He threw his arms behind his head, the spark in his eyes way too deadly. He was enjoying himself, allowing me that moment of control, but I could tell it would be short lived.
I might as well take advantage of it. Right?
With my legs still firmly pressed against his thighs, I bucked against him. His eyes were narrowed, hooded in a way that mademe tingle all over. With a sharp shudder of my breath, I was suddenly back inside that courtroom telling the story. A strange chill skittered down my spine and I hadn’t realized I’d stopped moving until I felt his hand caressing my face.
“Valentina. You’re safe. That much I promise you.”
Half laughing, I shifted my eyes to his. “I know.”
“Mmm… But you’re unsure.”
“I’m just…”
“Don’t. Try and relax. We can stop.”
My smile shifted to where it was before. “That’s not what I want. Not even a little bit. If I stop being me then the asshole will win.” When I rose onto my knees so only the tip was inside, a slow and steady smile crawled across his face.
He gripped my hips, his entire body tensing just like it had done before. When I sat down on his cock, I threw my head back. Nothing had felt so insanely good. With a short, seductive laugh I rode him.
There was no other way of describing it. I moved quickly, shifting back and forth. Soon the chair itself rocked, either the leather or the mechanism itself making the sound.
For whatever reason, it made me laugh. I was sitting on top of a hot man with a gorgeous muscular body, fucking him on a La-Z-Boy while my tits jiggled in front of his face all while a madman was stalking me.
That was funny.
Maybe my life itself was hysterical.
He brought me down from my fit of amusement by lifting his hips and fisting the back of my hair. This time, his expression was so controlling that a sudden feeling of being completely protected flowed over me. The man was my safety net. He had been before and somehow, I knew he would be again.
My heart lurched, my mind reeling. There were too many unknowns, too many questions that demanded answers. My face flushed, the warmth of his body and the almost desperate need keeping me lightheaded.
As much as I desired him, I needed him as well. He’d been the only stabilizing force during the worst moment of my life. He’d made me feel as if my voice was heard. He’d allowed me to remain terrified, sobbing from despair and terror without chastising me for taking his time or destroying the case against a true monster.
For me, he’d been a real hero. Maybe not one wearing red and blue like Superman, but his black robe constituted an image of power and justice.
That’s why this moment would be remembered with sheer joy.
Leaning over, I shifted my hips back and forth, amused at his expression. I could tell he wasn’t used to being in this position. He was the big man in charge. The thought was silly, but enamoring. I rocked against him as I tossed my hair across his face.
“Such a little tease. I had no idea.” His voice was a harsh whisper, more of a growl than his usual commanding words.
“You don’t know me at all.”
“True.”
Laughing, I bucked harder then stopped, pressing both hands against his chest. As I kneaded his muscles, my gaze fell down his muscular chest and from one arm to the other. Every inch of him was carved, sculpted in a way that accentuated the few tattoos. When I traced the butterfly with my finger, his breath hitched.
I lifted my eyes, searching his. The slight hint of sadness intrigued me. “Who was she?”
“Mmm… Not who you expect.”
“Not the lover you lost or the woman you couldn’t have?” He hesitated and me being me, I truly wanted to know. “You can trust me. Remember, your secret is safe with me.”
