He was wrong. He had no idea what I was capable of.
The man took a deep breath. “I pochemu tak?”
And why is that?
“Because if I don’t, I will be imprisoned for life.”
“I won’t allow that to happen.” The feel of his soft lips against the back of my neck created a wave of electricity as well as another knot in my stomach.
But I wasn’t allowed to lament over the pool of nerves for long. He demonstrated not only his extensive training but also his power over me. With his lips still caressing my skin, he turned sharply, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and wrenching the knife free. Instead of it clattering to the tile floor, he held it in his hand, the glimmer of the blade highlighted by a flash of lightning just before he drove me against the wall.
“Kazimir,” I managed as he brushed his knuckles from one side of my jaw to the other before taking my throat prisoner with his fingers. “You shouldn’t have come. They’ll find you.”
I pressed my palms against his chest, fighting both tears and joy. In tugging on his shirt, I sensed my resolve crumbling. The manshould be considered armed and dangerous, an enemy to my family, but to me, he was more than just a beautiful secret.
He was also the only person who’d managed to capture my real essence.
“Then so be it, my little healer.” He captured my mouth, holding our lips in place. I was already lightheaded in just responding to the forcefulness of his kiss.
Just the feel of his body crushed against mine was something I hoped never to forget. Every second he wasted was daring, reckless, but I gathered a sense he didn’t care. He’d managed to steal a weapon. From whom and did I even care to know?
What was it he’d said to me in the beginning? The less I knew the better? That’s why I’d been told nothing about him. Maybe that was for the best. Pining away for little more than a shadow should be easier to shove into a padlocked box.
But for now, I’d enjoy every moment of his touch. The way the rough pads of his fingers made my skin feel. The way my pulse skittered by being near such a sensual man.
And the way his lips owned mine, taking as much as he wanted.
The intimate moment was entirely different, as if the man was laying claim.
I was ready to offer him every inch, every part of my soul.
And even most if not all of my heart.
He wasn’t gentle with his actions, pocketing his weapon so he could grasp my throat. Using only his thumb, he lifted my chin while exploring my mouth, his tongue dominating mine.
I kept my grip on his shirt, sliding a single finger through the slight opening so I could caress his chest. While my pussy continued to ache from before, all I could think about was his thick cock and the incredible sensations.
He took his time drinking from me, as if there was nowhere else he needed to be and no danger left to haunt him. Maybe that made the shared intimacy that much more exciting. He captured every moan while tormenting my mouth, leaving me wet and hot all over.
As with everything else about the man, his actions were deliberate. As soon as he pulled away from the kiss, he swept me off my feet. And as if he knew exactly where he was going, he headed up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Kazimir had obviously paid attention to the things I’d told him about my life, including the location of my room because he went straight to the suite. Without struggling, he closed and locked the door, placing the butcher knife on the dresser before taking slow and easy steps toward the bed.
Golden Angel issued a single woof, yet the thumping of her tail brought a smile to his face. They had such a strong connection, another reason no matter the lies told to me about Kazimir or what the powerful man had told me himself, I knew there was a soft marshmallow center. If only I had time to exploit it.
As if he’d allow me to act.
With the storm ebbing, a rumble of thunder setting the tone, he lowered me onto the bed. The single low wattage lamp was the only light in the room, the bulb and opaque shade providing little more than a warm glow. Not that any light was needed. The feeling of his body and the incredible heat was all I needed.
After easing me onto my knees in the center of the bed, he ripped off his shirt by the back of the neck, tossing it aside. As he carefully placed two handguns onto the dresser as well, I noticed something along the base of his jaw.
Was that blood?
The question of whether I should be terrified instead of aroused flashed into my mind for three seconds. With the answer far too easy, I realized I was no longer the good girl I’d been forced to be all my life.
I had the powerful man to thank for my transition, Kazimir smashing the locks so purposely placed by my father at birth.
Removing the remainder of his clothes took mere seconds. At least in the evenness of the light, I was given the sheer joy of sweeping my gaze ever so slowly across his broad shoulders down his chest. When my eyes concentrated on his already throbbing cock, I pressed one hand over my mouth to mask my exaggerated moan.
