He watched me, studied me as he played with me like I was a toy. His toy.
I moaned, my back arching as my body continued to tremble all over again.
When I looked up at him again, that painfully handsome face was soft. His jaw was slack, his face relaxed and in awe…of me. It was his next words that drove me high into oblivion once more, reaching a level of pleasure I never thought I could. “Come for your demon, baby,” he whispered, his voice gentle.
Baby.
I came again. “Collin! Oh God,Col!” I screamed as his hand went to my throat, squeezing gently.
My body was shaking and convulsing for him, and he watched it all, memorizing every second. He removed his hands, and I gasped for air, still coming down from euphoria.
Suddenly, I was yanked up, his fingers sliding into my hair as his lips met mine. He kissed me like I was his air, the only thing he needed to survive. My tongue touched his, and he let out a moan that morphed into a low growl, causing my stomach to flutter. I was dripping wet from the three orgasms he gave me, and he was still fully clothed. My palm cupped his stiff, long erection.
“You're going to fucking kill me, angel,” he muttered as he pulled away.
He removed his hands and took a step back from me. The sight of those tattooed hands going back into his pockets made my throat thicken. Did he regret this? Was it just a trick? All at once, I felt very exposed. I wrapped my arms around myself, coveringmy breasts and crossing my ankles. He watched it all, staring at me in silence.
The minutes ticked by as we stared at each other as I tried to convince myself I didn’t imagine what had just happened. A small wave of guilt flushed over me. I was supposed to hate this man; what would my family think?
His touch was supposed to revolt me, not compel me. And yet, here I was, naked and flushed on top of his desk, wanting more of him. I moved my butt and felt the papers under me. I looked down to my right to discover he sat me on top of…reports? Charts, numbers, and bank statements caught my eye.
One thing drew my attention above all else.
Fenway Park.
“Boston?” I questioned, looking back up at him. It was an invitation from the mayor…sent to Collin.
Jesus, howdeepdid the claws of the Mafia run?
Were there politicians in D.C. Romano had in his pockets, too?
His jaw tightened, but he was still staring at me. I slid off the desk and closed the space between us, detesting the distance. My body moved before my brain told it to stop as my hand touched his face, my thumb stroking his cheekbone and my eyes tried to see if his ice walls had melted for me once more.
“Col?” My voice was soft, but a little rough from screaming.
In a flash, his hand gripped my wrist, causing me to gasp. I expected him to pull my hand away, but he didn’t. No, he simply held it between our heaving chests like a lifeline. He bent his head down to mine, stopping an inch or so away from me. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his deep voice laced with guilt.
I blinked in surprise, pulling my head back from him. He was concerned about…
His eyes were on my neck.
The abandoned building. The choking.
“No, you didn’t,” I promised, pushing the memories away.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked away from me, his jaw clenched. He pushed my hand away, letting it fall between us, but he still had his hand wrapped around my wrist—the lifeline still connected. Hope flared up inside me. I didn’t want this to be over, didn’t want things to go back to the way they were.
“I will regret that day for the rest of my life, Karina,” he finally said, looking back at me.
“That wasn’t you,” I returned softly. His lips twitched as he cupped my face with his free hand, the touch sending tiny little bolts of electricity through me. It was unlike anything I have ever felt—his touch. No other man ever made me feel like that. His long fingers curled into my hair at the base of my skull.
“Yes, it was. I’m not a good man, angel. There are many things that you don’t know about me, things I'm not willing to tell you.”
He was pushing me away.
Fear gripped me again, stronger than the chokehold he put me in months ago.
No, no, no.
