He’s both terrifying and astonishingly beautiful at the same time.My lungs tighten, the feeling similar to the first time I saw an enormous bobcat in the wild.I don’t want to take my eyes off of him, but it’s not just out of fear.There’s this odd feeling when you see something breathtaking that could easily kill you.Some unknown part of you eases, like you might accept your end at the hands of something that beautiful.
I’m startled out of my daze when he pulls my coat from the bar and wraps it around my shoulders.He doesn’t move away as I shove my arms into the sleeves and pull the warm fabric tight around my chest.No longer trusting my ability to form coherent sentences, I remain quiet, allowing him to grab my arm and lead me toward the door.
Pausing in front of the door, I ask, “Shouldn’t I at least tell my date?”
His mouth pulls into a grin.“Don’t worry.He already knows.”He nods his head toward the bar.
I look up to find Max standing at the end of the bar with his lips downturned and brow furrowed in confusion.My mouth opens, an apology on the tip of my tongue, but before I can voice it, my chin is jerked forward by a strong hand.I look up into those stormy, blue eyes a second before his lips crash into mine.
He kisses my closed lips with an unexpected softness, pressing his pillowy lips against mine.His arm wraps around my lower back, pulling me into him.I gasp as my breasts press against the hard planes of his chest.He uses that to his advantage, pushing his tongue past the open seam of my lips.
His tongue skims over mine.The sweet and spicy taste of peppermint and whiskey tangle in my tastebuds, the heady mixture shocking my senses.My nose bumps his as I press myself closer to him, tangling my tongue with his.
The second that my brain registers that I’m kissing him back, I pull away.What am I doing?This guy is a psycho but the flood of liquid heat between my legs tells me that my body doesn’t care.
Squeezing my thighs together, I shift my stance, desperately trying to release the building pressure in my core with friction.His lips pull into a devilish smirk that makes my cheeks heat and my gaze drop to the floor.
I don’t dare look back at Max while the arm around my back pulls me outside.The monster at my side presses himself close to me and begins leading me down the sidewalk.A gust of cold air whips at my face, pulling me out of my lust-induced stupor.My feet stop moving, my heels driving downward into the concrete to stop us.I shove my arms against his torso, but it’s like trying to shove a brick wall.
“You’re coming with me whether you walk or I carry you,” he states plainly.
My body trembles.Alone with him against the backdrop of a dark city night, a new fear arises inside me.One that causes burning tears to well up in my eyes.I’m trapped.
