Page 41 of Lord of Vice

I was tossed back against the counter, the man cupping both sides of my face with enough pressure, I knew if he wanted, he could break my jaw. As he’d done before, he leaned over, but the look in his eyes wasn’t about anger or even frustration. He’d been baiting me, pushing to see how far I’d go. I’d fallen into his nefarious trap.

And the wicked and lust-filled look in his eyes was unmistakable.

I couldn’t want him because I didn’t know him. I wasn’t the kind of girl to engage in a one-night stand. They always came back to bite you. But as I studied his eyes, there was a strange hint of sincerity and a strong sense of knowing. As uncomfortable as I should feel around him, I didn’t. It was quite the opposite.

“Prekrasnyy ognennyy angel. Ideal’nyy.”

“Don’t call me names.” My whisper was hoarse, my voice filled with as much long as his. I pressed my fisted hands against his chest, fighting the urge to scream from the searing heat of his body.

He chuckled. “I merely said a beautiful fiery angel. Perfect.”

“You obviously have me confused with someone else.”

“I don’t think so. In fact, I know exactly what kind of woman you are and exactly what you need.” He shifted one hand around to the back of my neck, digging his muscular fingers into my skin.

Now I was kneading his chest, marveling how every inch was sculpted to perfection. “I don’t need anything but my dog.”

“A lonely life. And another lie. I can tell you need another hard spanking.”

“To hell with you.”

“I’ve already been sent to hell, pretty Penny. It’s a life I enjoy living.”

He lowered his head even more until only a few centimeters separated our lips. I found myself dragging the tip of my tongue across the bottom of mine, wondering what his tasted like.

“You just say that. Aren’t you living a lonely life as well?” For all his money and precious things, the number of people working for him, I had a feeling there was no one in his life, at least no one special like a girlfriend or wife. It wasn’t my place to care nor would he tell me. However, I had a strange sense of knowing that he purposely chose to carry a huge weight on his back.

“Yes.” The single word admittance was more than I thought I’d get. It was obvious he was finished talking, lifting me slightly off my feet and forcing our lips together. As he captured my mouth, at first, I thought his actions would be tender, almost loving this go-around. But I doubted the man knew how to be gentle.

After rubbing my face until I was certain my cheek would be indented, he rolled his hand over my shoulder, daring to grab ahold of one buttock. He yanked me all the way against him, leaving no ounce of doubt in my mind what he longed to do.

Fuck me.

His cock was likely pinched against the tight fabric of his jeans, every muscle in his body tense. He was just as forceful with the act of passion as I assumed he was with everything else, driving his tongue inside without giving me time to adjust. I wanted to be furious, to hate the man but between the taste of him and the feel of his massive body rubbing against mine, I was caught up in the friction and heightened moments of lust.

The night before had just been a teaser. This was the main course.

Yet I continued to push one fist then the other against his shoulders in a feeble effort to convince him to leave me alone. Was that what I really wanted?

He was having none of it, the kiss so passionate and fiery that tiny bottle rockets exploded inside my brain. I was trembling in his hold, unstable on my feet. I was doing my best to try to hold onto some grip of reality, including thinking about Remington and why he’d gravitated toward the man. Sure, I knew dogs could sniff out a bad person from a hundred yards away, but didn’t Kraven qualify?

The kiss was so overwhelming and powerful that I closed my eyes and did my best not to stay. Even my stomach was in knots, the wetness between my legs as embarrassing as being naked in front of someone I didn’t know. But he was hard as a rock, something that I found tough to ignore.

After the horrible waste of time being with Jake, I’d lied to myself that I never wanted another man to touch me. I’d convinced the girl inside I didn’t need anyone but my puppy and myself, perfectly capable of doing what I needed to provide and protect my little world.

But the last day had shown me both beliefs were dead wrong. I was melting in his arms while still reeling from the same rush of adrenaline and fear. Not from the murder attempt but an understanding that the horrible act could happen all over again.

He could obviously not care less about anything but taking what he wanted. Even as I squirmed in his arms, he did nothing more than shift his hips back and forth, ensuring I knew what he wanted and how he felt.

The way in which he was dominating my tongue left me breathless, but I wasn’t fighting him, which added to the moment of surprise. I was wallowing in my need for once in my life, my nipples so hard I was certain they’d scratch his skin.

Before he broke the kiss, he slipped his hand through my hair from underneath, grabbing a fistful and twisting. His rough actions exposed my neck. His lips traveled from mine, brushing ever so lightly from one side of my jaw to the other before creeping closer to my ear. His hot breath was more intense than before, my pussy now clenching several times from the pheromones flying between us.

I hated to think of myself as being lost in his arms but that was the truth. I’d been blindsided by the man and his refusal to accept no for an answer. It was strangely magical while being infuriating at the same time.

“To, chto ya sdelayu s toboy, gryazno i diko.”

While I had no clue what he’d said, all I could do was concentrate on his sensual accent and the electric vibrations dancing down my back. I found myself clinging to him as he nipped my earlobe, the man issuing a sharp growl afterwards.