He was no longer amused, although he was so alive and excited that he had difficulty focusing.
But enough was enough.
Capturing her once again, this time he pushed her against the expansive window, one hand wrapped around her throat. They were both breathing heavily, steam from her breath fogging the thick glass. There was no need to say anything any longer. He kicked her legs apart, positioned his cock and thrust, the force pushing her onto her toes.
They both groaned, their breathing strangled and irregular. He kept his hand around her throat as he fucked her, skin slapping against skin as his actions remained brutal. This time, she wasn’t getting away.
He was able to see her reflection, the sublime look crossing her face. She was content, even though a crazed man was ravaging her, taking everything he desired. Then he stared at his face, the dark eyes that had seen far too much in their thirty-three years. A flash of remorse as well as anger rushed into his system, the deep emotions ones he was usually very good at hiding.
Maybe he was just hiding from the truth.
He would never have anything but one-night stands, the narrow regulations and dangerous situations far too compromising to allow closeness. This was the first time he had remorse that he hadn’t been born into a different family, one without specific bloodlines and ties to the underworld.
To the darkness.
To the ties that bind.
He closed his eyes, longing for more of her touch and the feel of her warmth surrounding him. He longed to be a different man. Maybe one day he would cease to exist, the son of a monster.
One day…
Purring, Ashley broke his ugly pattern of thoughts, her soft moans floating across his skin.
Wrath pumped harder, faster, ready to spew into her. However, he wanted more. Growling, he slid his cock to her asshole, waiting as she opened her eyes wide, her lovely fingers clawing the glass. “I told you, every part of you would be mine for the night. I always come through with my promises.”
She yelped the second he slipped his cock into her puckered hole.
This time, as he rode her, rolling onto the balls of his feet, he could tell for this brief moment, they were as one.
When he finally released, her whimpers of extreme passion were a beautiful reminder that he was very much alive.
And that perhaps he had choices…
CHAPTER 3
“You are one incredible woman, Ashley Harper, and perhaps we’ll meet again. If we do, you’re going to gain an absolute understanding of complete domination. Don’t forget about me, sweetheart. Save a place for me in the darkest part of your soul.”
“Mmm…” Shifting, Sophia rolled over and felt a tug on her arm. She opened her eyes slowly, wincing as she attempted to focus. Then she shot up like a bat out of hell. Or at least she attempted to do so.
What the hell?
The realization that her right wrist had been attached to the metal portion of the headboard quite frankly pissed her off.
The goddamn handcuff.
“No. No. Oh, fuck, no.” She smacked her hand on the bed, scanning the room before glaring at the shackle again, a headache hitting her right between the eyes.
It was also the not-so-subtle nudge she needed to remind her that she’d been a fucking fool. What in the hell did she think she was doing, not just having sex with a stranger, but actually spending the night in a hotel room? Then there was the spanking he’d given her. Simply shifting back and forth across the sheets was a terrible reminder of the entire event. Holy hell. There would be no saving her job now. And to think she’d awakened to words he’d said—the arrogant prick.
“Wait a minute,” she muttered out loud. Had this man, Officer Pierre Renier, actually issued the controlling statement? Okay, so there had been room service at one point and far too much red wine. Groaning, she closed her eyes briefly, just trying to remember details. First of all, she realized far too late that the jerk wasn’t the French police or any kind of law enforcement. Sure, he’d been convincing enough at first, but she should have known better.
After all, she was a decorated FBI agent, sent here on special assignment because of her accomplishments and the number of arrests she’d made during her tenure. Even her partner hadn’t been allowed to come with her, to possibly share in the glory.
Now the punishment would all belong to her.
Pierre was a conman. A common thief.
Had he thought she was nothing more than a whale, ready to take her riches? No, there had to be more to the story.
