“Come for me,” he growls against my lips. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
His thumb finds my swollen clit and rubs tight circles. Sensation builds and builds until I can barely breathe. My vision whites out, the world narrowing to the pulse between us, then vanishing until an orgasm erupts like wildfire.
“Rowland,” I scream as ecstasy slams through my senses.
“You’re mine. All mine,” he groans, his rhythm faltering.
My pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him until he stiffens.
“Fuck, Annalisa,” he groans, his rhythm faltering. “I can’t hold back. I’m… I’m coming.”
“Fill me up,” I say with a gasp. “Make me yours.”
With one last thrust, he breaks apart, spilling into me with a groan like he’s been starving for this. For me. His larger body collapses against mine, his arms pulling me into his chest.
We cling to each other, both shaking from the intensity of our joining. His heart pounds hard enough for us both.
“I love you, Annalisa, down to my last breath. You’ve filled my heart, mended my soul, and I will never let you go. If I have to raze the world to ashes to keep you safe, so be it. It’s you and me, forever.”
But I still can’t say the words. I don’t let go, either. I hold tight to this broken man who’s willing to fight for me. I finally have the one who will choose me above all others.
When he pulls out, he hovers over me, wild-eyed and untamed. His chest heaves, every ridge of his stomach tightening and releasing with each ragged breath. I’ve never seen him look so feral. And still he’s hard, his cockslick with my juices, bobbing back and forth like he’s ready for another round.
“Annalisa,” he says with a wicked grin.
My heart skips a beat. “What?”
His grin turns savage, teeth flashing like he’s seconds from sinking them into my throat. “Run.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
Run?
My heart flatlines. Then it bucks.
I stare into his eyes, searching for the man who told me he loved me five minutes ago. He’s gone, replaced by something wild. Ravenous. Full of bloodlust.
He rolls his shoulders, making the muscles ripple like a predator about to pounce.
Shivers skitter down my spine. This is just a game, right?
The hunger in his gaze says he’s not joking. I feel it in my gut, in the slick heat still dripping down my thighs. In the way my nervous system is screaming danger.
Rowland shifts forward, looming over me like a threat. His pupils dilate, swallowing the brown until there’s nothing left but raw hunger. It’s the same feral look from earlier, only now it’s got teeth. His breaths turn ragged, his lips curling back in something that isn’t quite a smile. It’s like a mask has slipped, and he’s no longer holding back.
Every instinct yells at me to escape.
“Wait.” I slide off the desk, my hands twitching toward his heaving chest. “What are you doing?”
“You have a count of ten to run, little pet.” His voice drops to a low growl. “When I catch you, I’ll split you into pieces.”
I back toward the door, every nerve in my body tingling. My skin prickles with goosebumps. “Oh, god.”
“God won’t save that sweet pussy,” he snarls, his words rolling through my senses like thunder. “But I will make you beg for salvation.”
Rowland advances toward me, his huge cock swinging like a broad sword. He moves like a hunter preparing for the kill. My stomach drops. My thighs clench. Something deep in my gut whispers that I’ve just made a terrible mistake.
What the hell do I really know about Rowland Rochester, apart from him being a wounded beast? I got so caught up in his story, I didn’t fully challenge his role in helping Edward trap the murdered women. Now, he’s turning that lethal attention on me.
