Page 8 of The Brigadier

“You can take it from me, sometimes the most thrilling and life-changing moments come when you least expect them.”

I was almost wet from his voice alone, but I wasn’t one for platitudes. “Not for me.”

That was the moment without any sense of hesitation or decency for that matter that the strong, alpha male yanked me against him, knocking the wind out of me.

His cock was pressing hard into my stomach.

My pussy was throbbing.

My pulse increasing.

I couldn’t care less if the man took me right here, fucking me like some wild animal.

I wanted to live.

I was electrified.

And this strong, powerful man who smelled like a dream was exactly what I needed.

CHAPTER 4

Chantel

He pushed me backward away from the railing.

And away from the lights into the shadows. When my back was slammed against the exterior of the building, it wasn’t the hard shove that kept me breathless. Or caused stars to float in front of my eyes.

His hands roamed up and down my body as the kiss turned into a passionate roar.

This was so wrong.

Sinful.

Forbidden.

Having sex with a stranger was wild and unbridled.

My father was just on the other side of this very wall, standing with other powerful men. This handsome hunk, whoever he was,could be a dead man if we were discovered. Somehow, I had a feeling he could take care of himself.

Oh, hell. What did I care? This was my new life and I was an adult.

And he was incredible.

I cupped both sides of his face as he thrust his tongue inside. His face was so chiseled, with a jaw meant for cutting stone. It was covered in stubble, but that only added to his sexiness and raw prowess.

As he lifted my dress, I offered no resistance. I was wet, which he would soon learn by just how damp my panties were.

My mysterious stranger offered a growl while I moaned into the kiss, both of our heads moving from side to side from our intense hunger. Even our teeth gnashed together yet he was an expert kisser, taking full control.

He wasted no time shoving my thong aside, first swirling a finger around my clit before driving several fingers deep inside.

I was so electrified I couldn’t think. Didn’t want to. As he pumped several times, I found myself grinding my hips against him. This was magical, something I’d never had before. As he continued taking full control, I sensed he was unzipping his trousers.

This was really happening.

I ran one hand over his shoulder, squeezing his upper arm so I could feel his muscles. Goddamn, the man was built.

Seconds later, he thrust his cock inside, pushing me up onto my toes. For an instant, the kiss was broken, both of us breathinghard. Panting, I kept one hand on his jaw, rubbing my thumb back and forth. He hesitated, the dim lighting barely allowing me to see any lines in his face. Was he asking me permission?