While the attraction was off the charts, I was no fool and would need to handle her carefully.
That didn’t mean I had no intention of enjoying her company while I shattered every resolve, breaking down every wall.
By the end of the night, she would tell me the truth about who she was.
I was almost to the stairs, issuing several additional swats, shifting from one side to the other when for the first time in my adult life, I was floored.
The darkness prevented me from realizing she was swinging her body. She pushed up from my shoulders, the move done with enough force she managed to curl her legs, shoving off my chest with her feet.
With both her quick reflexes and superior leg strength, when she dismounted for lack of a better word, she pitched me back by several feet. While I tripped over the bottom stair, I caught myself before I hit the floor.
Anna landed on her feet, hopping back a few inches. The flash of moonlight indicated she was wearing a wide smile.
That was it. The time for playing games was finished. Fury swept through me, the kind that usually meant the person on the receiving end of my annoyance should be afraid. In the case of my guest, my carnal needs outweighed everything else.
I shoved myself off the wall, ignoring the pain in my hip from being slammed into the banister. I had a smile on my face and one hard cock as I approached, anticipating her every move. Along the way, I snagged my tie from the floor as I made my approach.
I also turned on a light. I wanted there to be no mistake that she was required to obey me. And I craved seeing every expression on her pretty face.
With one hand I captured her oncoming fist. With the other I wrapped my fingers around her throat, pinning her to the wall.
Her gasp was followed by a laugh as she struggled in my hold even as I used enough pressure her laughter shifted into soft moans of pleasure. The fire in her eyes held my attention. She was wild at heart, refusing to allow anyone or life itself to get the better of her. Goddamn, I liked this woman, more so than I should since she could be the perfect femme fatale.
How enjoyable it would be to find out.
Leaning in, I dropped my head. “You like it rough.”
“Che tu vada all’inferno.” Her tone was biting and she tried to turn her head even though I refused to allow it.
To hell with you.
I laughed, allowing my hot breath to drift against her soft skin. “I do so enjoy when you talk dirty to me.” When I darted the tip of my tongue against her cheek, she winced as if I had intentions of hitting her. That would never happen. People could accuse me of a list of atrocities, but at some point, I’d find the motherfuckers who’d dared laid a hand on her and they’d suffer.
As I brushed my lips to her ear, she shuddered, a telltale sign of the connection and hunger we both shared.
I’d be damned if I didn’t feel her hand inside my pocket. Was she kidding me? Rearing back, I caught her hand, yanking it free from the linen. In her fingers was the expensive version of a Swiss Army knife.
“Is this what you were looking for?” I turned it over, allowing the glow of light to flash against the steel casing before flicking the blade into view.
Her look of defiance continued even when I pressed the tip of the blade against her lip. “You’re a bastard.” She whispered the insult, perhaps in deference to the weapon I was holding.
“Yes, I am.” I was also practiced in using a knife, only usually for entirely different circumstances. As I skimmed her throat with the flat edge of the cold metal, the fire remained, the wild look in her eyes providing another story of resilience. While her breath remained suspended, I could smell her fear, much like the rush of adrenaline sweeping through every muscle had been amplified. “I suggest you accept I have several skills and not provoke me.”
“What if I enjoy doing so?”
She was still playful, and I realized I had my hands full. She wasn’t the kind of woman to be intimidated easily. Instead, I’d need to corral her energy. After folding the knife, I tossed it back into my pocket. She’d know better than to attempt to use it on me as a weapon. However, I might need it for something else altogether.
With her being so agile, I took the limited few seconds of opportunity to yank both her arms over her head, wasting no time wrapping her wrists together with the expensive silk. My tie had never looked better. Italian to boot.
“What are you doing?” she didn’t ask, she demanded.
“Preventing you from hurting yourself. Don’t you have a performance tomorrow night?” I didn’t wait for her to answer, once again crushing my lips over hers. The taste of her was everything I craved, sweet and tangy at the same time. I kept her arms over her head while pressing the full weight of my body against her, molding perfectly.
She struggled, at least at first, mewing into the act of passion as if hating every second. But I knew better. From the minute we’d met, her body’s response had been undeniable. Her scent of desire had wafted from across the street, filling my mouth with moisture and my mind with the longing to taste her sweet pussy.
Nothing short and sweet either. I longed to bury my entire face into her wetness.
And would.
