Another laugh. Another memory I didn’t want. “Some low-level man I’d tossed out of our organization. He was angry with me. Before you ask, his death was delicious.”
She moved onto the couch beside me, placing her glass on the table. “People are monsters.”
“Yes, they can be. Including myself.”
“No, you’re not. You just pretend to be one. Don’t allow the tragedy to rule you.”
When I looked her in the eye, the connection we shared was entirely different. As if she’d just reminded herself not to allow her past to take away anything she wanted in the future.
I laughed bitterly. “Then you don’t know much about me. I deserved to lose her given who and what I am, but neither she nor Sadie deserved to die because of me. Pain is something I’ve grown accustomed to, although grief is the greatest enemy of all, preventing you from functioning as you normally would.”
After a heavy exhale, I turned to face her, cupping both sides of her face. There were no other words to say, no promises. She was simply my possession, a woman to enjoy then toss away and nothing more. At least that’s what I’d told myself countless times. But the closeness, the way I felt when she walked into a room, while possessive, held other qualities I’d thought long dead.
I wanted to spend time with her. I wanted to taste her. To feel her in my arms.
As I rubbed my thumbs across her cheeks, I could still feel the moisture. Somehow, the cool liquid burned the tips of my fingers.
I pulled her closer, dragging my thumb across her mouth. She parted her lips, a single moan escaping. I could also hear the crackling sound of the current electrifying the entire room.Fucking her before had been about asserting my dominance over her. Now I would take my time savoring her sweet flesh, devouring her pretty pink pussy.
Her lower lip quivering, she planted her palms against my chest, her eyes searching mine as they’d done so many times before. Every inch of her was trembling, her breath skipping. She had no understanding of what I could or would do to her.
I slid one hand around the back of her neck, keeping my grip firm as I lowered my head. When she dug her fingers into my chest, I issued a single growl before brushing my lips across hers. The hint of wine mixing with the taste of my drink was even more enticing.
“I’ve asked you before. Now, I want an honest answer. Are you afraid of me, Josette?”
“I was, but not any longer.”
“Tsk. Tsk. You should be.” Although in truth, I didn’t want her so fearful she wouldn’t confide in me. I devoured her mouth, immediately pressing her lips open, yet I held back from taking everything I wanted. The feel of her was spectacular, the driving sensations coursing through my veins like rocket fuel.
The taste was even sweeter and as I swept my tongue inside, she clung to me. The heat of her body was incredible. When I pulled away, she dared drag her tongue across her bottom lip.
“You’re a pussy cat,” she purred.
“You’re such a challenge.”
Mewing, she crumpled my shirt with one of her hands, tugging absently. The connection we shared was obvious. So strong. So exciting. And so very wrong. Too bad I’d never been the kindof man to follow anyone’s rules. I didn’t want her to get too comfortable, pretending as if this was anything other than what it was.
I squeezed her neck, dragging her even closer, the gasp coming from her mouth further provoking the sadist inside. No longer able to hold back, I thrust my tongue inside, exploring every inch of her sweet mouth, the kiss rougher than before.
She struggled in my hold as my fingers dug in, slamming her fists against me. There was no getting out of my hold, no chance that she could escape. Within seconds, the roar of passion became combustible, leaving us both breathless. Animalistic growls erupted from my darkness, the scent of her excitement turning me into a relentless savage who knew no bounds.
Our tongues entwining, every cell on fire, I raked my hand around her neck, yanking at the edge of her robe until I managed to expose her breast. How dare she enter my space while only wearing a robe. How foolish of her to think there was any decency inside of me.
She should know better, yet she didn’t seem to care. This woman had no idea the kind of power she had over me.
Josette twisted her hands, her actions able to rip my shirt from the tight confines of my trousers. Her moans became more intense, the muted sound sweeter than any music. Yet I longed for her to scream out my name. There was no denying what I craved, no ability to break free from my brutal needs. I was a man without a conscience.
And as she’d suspected before, very lonely.
As I sucked on her tongue, she pushed against me once again, but this time she arched her back, her body no longer tense.When I broke the kiss, I fisted her hair, yanking her head back several inches, exposing her long neck. I rubbed my lips across her jaw ever so slowly before rolling them down the side of her neck, swirling my tongue around her pulse of life. Her eyes were closed, the soft purring sounds deliciously ragged.
“Imagine when I lick your wet pussy,” I whispered, raking my teeth back and forth across her skin.
She panted, still fighting me, forever defiant.
“The second I shove my cock into your tight channel, will you scream?” My fingers flexed open, I rubbed my hand down her chest, cupping and squeezing her breast.
“No.” So defensive. So powerful in her own right.
