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And it was all muscle, every inch of him. I stared down, as he threw one of my legs over his shoulder, easily keeping me aloft as if I weighed nothing. Only when he blew across my pussy did I break free from the spell he’d placed me in.

“What… What are you doing?” My voice was breathless, the sensations rocketing through me certainly not normal.

“Feasting.” The one word was followed by an intense growl before he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit.

I threw my head and both arms against the hard surface, fighting another scream rising to the surface. It wasn’t going to do me any good. No one had tried to stop him from following me. I’d seen several people’s expressions, their faces filled with an eerie combination of awe and horror. But there had also been extreme admiration from the men, lust from the women.

His arm was wrapped around my leg holding me in place, but I slapped my hands against the elevator wall, pitching and bucking as he sucked on my tender bud.

The heat was continuing to build between us, his tongue already creating a wild throbbing so deep inside I was panting. He was very good at what he did. For all his forcefulness from before, he was surprisingly gentle, acting as if I was a precious flower instead of the woman he’d accosted.

Or had he?

Maybe he was right about that as well. I was surrendering to him without trying with everything I had to fight him off. Somewhere inside, I was fearful it made me not just a bad person, but a lot like him. That wasn’t just disturbing. It was petrifying.

He continued sucking until my nub was extra sensitive, every lick of his rough tongue forcing me to issue a strangled moan.

I tossed my head back and forth, scratching my nails down the steel wall. I was as crazed with desire as I was sick with fear that this was indeed just the beginning. What would I do if he tried to see me again?

I had no clue, none at all.

Creed dragged his tongue up and down my pussy, driving me perfectly insane. I must have fallen into some mental trap that had yanked me into shock because I was actually enjoying the sensations. I lolled my head, licking my dry lips, loathing the fact I could still taste my own desire after sucking on my panties.

My muscles ached, my bottom on fire from the man’s large palm but the electric vibrations coursing through me were phenomenal. I hated myself for thinking that way or any way other than with horror and disgust.

I realized my moans had gotten louder. If anyone was able to hear us, I would be tossed head over heels into a full-blown level of embarrassment. Maybe the warm flush creeping up my face was a clear indication I’d always reached that level. I felt nauseous, overtly anxious even though the excitement continued to build.

How sick was it to respond this way? When he drove his tongue past my swollen folds, it was all I could do to keep from orgasming on the spot.

Creed shifted his head back and forth, taking his time to lick and tongue fuck me as if he had all the time in the world. Within seconds, I couldn’t control my body’s actions any longer, the buildup of need and longing for someone, anyone to care about me spiraling out of control. This wasn’t the man I’d wished for. He was no hero, only a brutal villain with evil on his mind.

But as the scattered moan became a sharp cry of pleasure, my pussy clenching and releasing, he refused to stop. His tongue was a lethal weapon, pushing me from one climax to another within seconds.

“Oh, God. No. This can’t be…” I couldn’t think clearly enough to be able to finish the sentence. I could tell he was enjoying every second of making me feel uncomfortable. Or orgasmic. I wasn’t certain but it didn’t matter. What did was that I’d let myself go around a dangerous stranger.

I was shaking all over, incapable of controlling my breathing or the filthy thoughts soaring in the back of my mind. As I started to recover from the absurdity of orgasming in front of a feral animal, he dropped me to my feet. Instantly, I could tell my legs were unsteady.

I was hopeful he’d let me go, but when he cupped the side of my face, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my cheek as he’d done before, the electric tingling sensations flashed through both of us all over again. My body reacted involuntarily again, my back arching as I pitched my hands against his chest. I couldn’t believe how firm his abs were. Forget about six-pack abs. The man was carrying twelve easily, his sculpted physique a clear indication he was structured about his body as it seemed he was about the women he craved. Or used. Or wanted. Or…

“Why me?” I asked out of the blue. I was cognizant my dress was still bunched around my waist, the sinful feeling of being exposed to this… man entirely too bizarre. Yet it also felt freeing, as if I was flying high, letting go of all my inhibitions. That wasn’t normal or right.

But it was something I’d dreamt about being able to do my entire life.

I’d been so protected, my mother pretending I was a Barbie to dress up and play with yet never being allowed to venture out on her own. Hell, as a small child, it had felt as if I’d been living in Barbie’s Dream House.

Or a glass cage carrying tiny fissures.

When it had finally shattered into a million pieces, it had taken me two years to pick up the pieces for myself, learning how to be a real adult.

“Why you?” He seemed thoroughly confused by my question.

I nodded, my breathing still as scattered as it had been all along. “Yes. I’m just a dancer, a girl with big dreams. You’re a billionaire entrepreneur, so why me?”

He seemed thoughtful at first, as if hoping he could find the right answer. He cocked his head, giving me the same kind of onceover I’d seen in my dressing room and in the sultry club where I worked. The answer wasn’t one I’d expected but one that as crazy as it sounded both floored and seduced me in an entirely different way.

“Because you were meant to be mine.”

The look on his face was completely possessive, as if he’d waited for months for the perfect sports car to be built just for him. Every specification had to be to his liking. He kept his firm grip on my jaw, and I didn’t realize what he was doing with his other hand until it was too late. Using his knee, he spread my legs wide open, shifting between them.