It was hot, hungry, and furious—his mouth sealing over mine with brutal need, his tongue claiming mine. I raised my hands to his chest without thinking, pressing my palms onto his solid muscles, relishing the power radiating off him. His stubble scraped my face, adding a sensual sting to his movements. I moaned into him, and he drank it down like he’d been starving for the sound.
Then his hands dropped—rough and greedy—sliding down the length of my back, grabbing my ass, and tugging me against him, his cock standing hard between us. One of his hands fisted the hem of my damp shirt, and he jerked it upward, pulled it over my head, and tossed it onto the floor.
The sudden rush of cool air made my skin prickle and break out in goose bumps—but I barely noticed. In the next instant, he dropped to one knee, yanked my shorts down my legs, removed them from around each foot, and tossed them aside. His large hands skated up my thighs and over my ass cheeks before wrapping around my ribs.
He didn’t hesitate. He touched me like I was a woman, not like the guys my age had. He knew exactly what he was doing to make me submit to his every desire.
He shifted his hands to grip my breasts, brushing his thumb over the tip of one until it pebbled hard. His mouth closed over the other, and I cried out—half in pleasure, half in disbelief. He groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, then switched and took the other nipple between his lips. It was all I could do to keep breathing while he nipped, sucked, and licked.
His touch lit up my core like a fuse, and there was no turning back. My knees buckled. My fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as my balance wavered.
He looked up, and his hands closed around my hips, anchoring me.
“Don’t worry, little lamb,” he said, his voice a low rumble against my skin as he dragged his lips along my breast. “I’ll always catch you.”
Then his mouth curved into a smirk, and he growled something that was equal parts threat and vow: “Hate me all you want…you’re still mine.”
My head dropped back. I couldn’t argue—not when my entire body was turning to liquid under his mouth.
My fingers clung to my captor’s shoulders as his mouth went back to work on my breasts. He squeezed, his thumb grazing the hard tips again until another moan came from deep inside me.
I’d never been touched with this kind of ruthless confidence.
Every guy I’d dated before had been vanilla at best. Awkward. Sloppy kisses. Fumbling hands and whispering,Is this okay?It seemed like they were more afraid of rejection than excited about making me come.
But this man? He wasn’t asking.
He was taking.
And I fucking liked it.
The heat in my body pulsed low in my belly, crawling down my thighs like wildfire. His mouth was pure torment, sucking hard enough to leave marks, and every nerve in my chest felt like a live wire.
I tipped my head down to look at him—and froze.
Holy. Shit.
He was huge.
His cock—thick, long, and already fully hard—stood proudly between us like a damn threat. He didn’t even seem to notice me gawking at it. Or maybe he did—and he liked it.
There was nothing shy about this man. No self-doubt in him.
He was the type of man that took what he wanted. And right now, he wanted me.
A nervous thrill jolted through me. That…thing was going inside me?!
I swallowed.
Would it hurt?
God, he had no idea that I’d never done more than lie in the dark with some mediocre guy who thought two minutes of clumsy fingering counted as foreplay. Mr. Captor was in a whole different universe—a dangerous universe with rough hands and zero fucking patience.
And I was a hopeless little idiot, leaning back against a vanity, letting him devour me like I was dessert.
What the hell was wrong with me?
He was my stalker. A criminal. A man who was holding me prisoner, a man who had destroyed my life, ruined everything I’d worked for. For fuck’s sake, I didn’t even know his name!
