So fucking fake.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, lowering his head until their lips almost touched.
“Very much so. Just like a horrific wart.” He was even more gorgeous than she remembered, his hair a good two inches longer, the three- or four-day beard sexy as fuck. Dressed in dark attire, the tight black jeans suited him. He exuded raw passion and pure sin.
“Don’t lie to me, Ashley, and more important, don’t lie to yourself. I had to find you and I did.”
“Why?” She was shaken, thrown into another world where time and space no longer mattered.
He growled, allowing the sound to linger before wrapping his other arm around her, dragging her against his chest. “Remember what I told you. You belong to me and always will.” As he captured her mouth, crushing her breasts against him, he forced her lips open.
The taste of him was even sweeter than she remembered and the way she felt in his arms was entirely too amazing. Protected.
Cherished.
Owned.
The thought had always been startling. She was so alive, her entire body shaking. At a loss for any rational thoughts, she simply allowed herself to fall into the heated passion. There was no other man like him, no other desire as all-consuming. Their tongues entwined, moans slipping past her lips as he refused to let her go. The kiss was wild, crazed with desperate need, her entire body trembling. The feel of his throbbing cock kept her in a state of utter bliss, longing to drop to her knees right here and now, taking his cockhead into her mouth.
This was crazy, no longer a chance meeting. He had searched for her and whatever means he’d used should be disturbing, but she simply no longer cared.
Sophia finally pressed hard against him, trying desperately to break the connection in order to drink in his essence. This couldn’t be real. She was dreaming. He refused, his hand roaming up and down her back. When he slipped his hand under her dress, his finger sliding up and down the crack of her ass, she knew there was no turning back. She had to have this man.
Pierre finally allowed the embrace to be broken, his chest heaving as he gazed down at her. Taking a step back, he held outhis hand, the same mischievous grin she’d seen so many times lingering on his face.
There was no hesitation, only burning desire stealing her breath. She grasped his hand, locking their fingers together. His actions were a reminder of before, taking absolute control as he whisked her out of the club, his long legs pumping.
A part of her that did belong to him and always would.
This time, the magnificent car was a convertible Mercedes, still sleek black in color, a vehicle fitting the dark and dangerous man. She eased into the butter-like leather seats, allowing the man to clasp the seatbelt. While she had no idea where they were going, she wasn’t going to bother asking. That was his decision.
The engine was powerful enough to vibrate between her legs, the sensations keeping her fully aroused as he shifted gears, shooting past the other cars on the road. Everything about this man screamed of defiance to the laws of nature and to man. He had no desire to follow the rules in any regard and in truth, she was starting to admire that about him. A rogue in a sea of followers.
He shot her a look several times as he drove, careening down several side streets, exceeding the speed limit by at least twenty miles per hour.
She closed her eyes at one point, feeling freer than she’d ever felt in her life, the risk worth the reward. This was fucking spectacular.
Pierre slowed, making one final turn onto a lonely street. She knew the ocean was just to her right, the scent of the salty air almost as exhilarating as the man himself.
Almost.
As he pulled into a garage, coming to a hard halt, she let out a nervous laugh. “You drive like you do everything else, with nothing held back.”
He yanked the keys from the ignition and unclasped his seatbelt before fisting her hair, capturing another heated kiss.
There was no way her panties could become any wetter.
Easing back, Pierre first licked across the seam of her mouth before whispering, “What’s the point of living life if you don’t to the fullest?”
His words were absolutely true. He skirted around the back of the car, throwing open the door and taking both her hands into his. As he jerked her against him, he swept his eyes over her face, his look of hunger carnivorous. “I’ve waited far too long to taste you, to slide my cock deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
She shuddered as he snapped his hand around her throat, squeezing with enough pressure she knew exactly the precarious position she could be in. She wrapped her fingers around his shirt, tugging as he brushed his lips across hers. “I’ve missed you.” He was absolutely dangerous, a truly bad man.
“Mmm… That’s what I wanted to hear.” He swept the hair out of her eyes in a forceful manner, taking several deep breaths as if riddled with exasperation. He was a man dying of thirst, ready to collapse at a moment’s notice.
She had the distinct feeling that he would never let her go and a small part of her wanted nothing more than to stay. As if they could actually build a life together based on lies and deceit. This was a fantasy, one that bridged time and space, distance andprofessions. This would never end well, a powerful drug that they both craved more than the reality of their lives.
“I will devour every inch of you over and over again.”
