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I couldn’t help but to smile at her determination. I tugged her purse from her hand, tossing it aside. “And I am curious who you believe will hear you?”
“Fucking asshole. People who actually give a damn about a young woman being accosted by a…” She wrinkled her nose in the cutest way, unable to finish her sentence.
The doors finally closed and every muscle in her body tensed. “By what, Bella? A bad man? A monster? You would be correct in both assumptions. However, there is a single mistake in your comment.”
“What the hell is that?”
“There will no need to accost you.”
“Why?” She’d regained some of her composure and her haughty attitude.
I pushed her buttons by pressing my body against hers, which convinced her to take two steps backward. When she hit the back wall exactly where she’d been standing, she took a deep breath. Meanwhile, I instantly gathered a whiff of her sweet desire, the kind of longing that couldn’t be argued with or denied. Our connection was explosive, the tether unlike anything I’d experienced before.
“You will easily surrender to me because that’s exactly what you want.”
She narrowed her eyes, forced to tilt her head to gaze into mine. There was an odd combination of emotions as well as confusion in her shimmering pupils. After she smiled wryly, attempting to catch me off guard, she followed her sweet gesture by lifting her arm quickly, doing her best to slap me across the face.
My quick reactions had been because of my training years before, which meant I easily snagged her wrist with one hand while I wrapped the fingers of my other around her throat, driving us both into the cold, hard steel. As I crushed the weight of my body against hers, there was no fear in her eyes, no sense of anything by the increasing desire sweeping through both of us.
I slowly lowered my head until our lips were almost touching. “That wasn’t very nice of you, my sweet and innocent Bella.”
“Don’t let my looks fool you, Creed,” she spat back. “I’m not a nice girl. I learned a long time ago about men like you. You’re a predator marked by expensive watches and fancy estates where a single crumb you make is swept up by one of four or five maids within seconds or they’ll face your wrath. My guess is you own three, no, five vehicles, maybe even including a truck to pretend that you’re one of the normal guys when the truth is you’ve never done a hard day’s work in your life, never once getting dirt under your perfectly manicured fingernails. You hide behind this dangerous, sexy persona, pretending you’re some mafia god so all the little women will either fall at your feet or do your bidding or both. Well, I’m not that woman and you don’t impress me in. The. Least.”
Her smile was as beguiling as it was infuriating, although I was utterly aroused by her audacity. She obviously had no clue what she was doing to me or how dangerous I was. But by pressing my buttons, she’d sealed her fate.
She was absolutely perfect in every way.
And exactly what I’d craved my entire life.
A perfect subservient woman while also being my equal in darkness and needs. I couldn’t wait to taste and fuck her. I also couldn’t wait to break her.
I pushed my thumb under her chin, lifting her head even more. When I lightly brushed my lips back and forth across hers, she pushed her other hand against my chest, trying to put space between us. Yet when I crushed my lips against hers, I realized she’d curled her fingers around my shirt as if holding me in place.
I squeezed her neck, not enough to force suffocation but the hold dominating enough she knew clearly who was in charge. The way she trembled in my arms was about trepidation as well as her building desire. Her scent of arousal couldn’t lie and my mouth watered to drive my tongue deep inside her tight little pussy.
My cock throbbed as I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, savoring the flavor of the liquor she’d chosen and the mint she’d had prior to seeing me. The kiss was a powerful draw, more so than normal. I wasn’t the kind of man who could tolerate spending but so much time locking lips with a woman, no matter how beautiful. But everything with her from sparring to flirting, including kissing, was entirely different than with anyone else.
As she finally darted her tongue inside, her muscles relaxing, she also arched her back just slightly. Enough so that when I shifted my hips back and forth, both the friction and the current erupted. I tightened my hold around her neck, forcing her to moan into the kiss. I had no doubt she was hot and wet, her needs building just like mine were. I was certain she’d continue to deny her feelings for me, but that was part of the cat and mouse game, one I did love playing.
Even if I always won.
Perhaps she’d be a more worthy opponent than I was used to.
I continued the kiss for another few seconds, finally breaking the connection. Yet the draw to her continued, my need to lick every inch of her skin getting out of hand. She closed her eyes, acting as if my fingers digging into her lovely skin didn’t bother her in the least. She had a tough resolve, a pure lust for life, and I wanted to drink from her essence more now than ever.
“Do you crave what only I can give you?” I whispered and nipped her earlobe.
“What’s that?”
“Passion beyond your wildest dreams, pleasure built on pain and perseverance. Allowing the woman you keep locked away inside and hidden behind a mask while performing for lecherous men out of her cage?”
“You’re such a bastard. You know nothing about me.” She was whispering, with no conviction in her statement. And her long fingers were kneading my chest beneath the crisp white shirt.
“Yes, I am, but I believe I do, Bella. You’re hiding behind a mask because you’re afraid someone will see who you are and what you crave. A bad man like me attracts you more than you want to admit.” We were both breathless, so much so our panting was making it warm inside the steel box. Our maybe that was just our combined libido.
“Hmm… You really think you know me, huh?” She ran her fingers up and down my chest, slowly sliding them over my shoulder. As she tangled her fingers in my hair, I rubbed my thumb back and forth across her lips.
“Yes, I believe I do. You prefer the darkness, a rough touch, and a man who you can feel safe with.”