Page 21 of Deceitful Oath
Lux shakes her head, sliding her water glass away. I slip my credit card into his hand, telling him to add her one drink to my tab. She smiles shyly, thanking me.
The laughter and playfulness of the last thirty minutes fade and that crackling tension is back. She feels it, too, from the way her eyes meet mine. The desire to kiss her is so strong. Nothing in the world could stop me right now.
So, I lean in, and my lips meet hers, too softly at first. I feel her intake of air and then she kisses me back, applying more pressure, nipping on my bottom lip. I slide my hand up her thigh, trying to pull her closer to me.
She moans softly and I almost come undone. I need to get her into my bed or I’ll spontaneously combust right here.
The bartender clears his throat, forcing us to break apart. He hands my card back and wanders away shaking his head.
“Do you…”
“I was thinking…”
We both freeze. She grins, her eyes melting into deep glacier pools. “You first.”
“I don’t usually do this,” I lie. “But…do you want to come back to my place?”
She nods eagerly, hopping off the stool. I laugh at her enthusiasm and follow her, slipping my hand onto her lower back.
I force myself to hover near the speed limit as we drive to my penthouse. We chat, sticking to lighter topics, but I can barely pay attention. Every second that ticks by makes the overwhelming desire to touch her, to taste her, grow.
We take the elevator all the way up, and she wanders into the entryway wide-eyed.
“This is where you live?” she asks, taking in the marble floors, soaring ceilings, and expensive furniture. “You must be a hell of a screenwriter.”
“My family has money,” I shrug, not wanting to lie to her any more than I have to.When did that start happening?
She spins back around to me and I worry for a second that I look like a rabid animal ready to pounce. Whatever she sees in my eyes sparks desire in hers. Those deep pools of blue glow in the darkness of my entryway and I spring forward, pushing her up against the wall.
I kiss her a little too aggressively, but it doesn’t scare her. She meets me with the same intensity, biting my lower lip, exploring my mouth with her tongue. I groan as she slips her hands into my hair, pulling me even closer.
She’s such a tiny thing that I easily hoist her up. Her legs automatically wrap around me, holding me tight. I trail my lips down her throat, the scent of cinnamon and laundry soap swirling around me, possessing my very being.
She whimpers when I lightly bite down on her shoulder and grinds her hips into mine. We’re both panting, our faces flushed. I pull back and just stare at her for a second—at her parted lips, cheeks that are on fire, and the lust-drunk look in her eyes.
I want to devour her completely. Make her mine.
Make sure no one else will ever touch her.
“Bedroom?” she whispers, low and throaty. I nod and toss her over my shoulder as she laughs, surprised. I stride to my roomand throw her on the bed, staring down at her like the predator that I am.
She smirks, pulling herself up onto her elbows and stares right back. Why isn’t she scared of me? Everyone’s scared of me.
“Strip for me,” she commands, her voice soft and laced with desire. I’m taken aback for a second. In all my years of fucking women, not a single one has ever tried to take control. I don’t know how to feel.
The savage part of me—The Wolf—protests, but when she smiles at me, I start unbuttoning my shirt. It’s not the radiant sunshine smile I’ve seen before. Not even her playful flirty smile from the bar. This is dark, sultry.
The smile of a serpent before it unhinges its jaws and eats me alive.
I forget who’s in charge of the game as I slip off my shirt. She bites her lower lip when I pull off my belt, and I imagine it landing hard across her ass, leaving behind irresistible red welts. The rest of my clothes float to the ground and I’m naked in front of her.
Her eyes don’t shy away, roving over every inch of my body. Slowly, she crawls off the bed, coming to stand before me, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulders. With the most feather-light touch, she trails her fingers down my chest.
“Now strip me,” she says, her eyes searing into mine. I lose the ability to breathe, her voice hypnotizing me, controlling me. I start pulling off her clothes, every touch of bare skin burning my fingers. She sinks slowly back down onto the bed, crossing her legs.
The absence of her body, seconds ago so close to mine, makes me want to scream. I move toward her, but she puts out her hand to stop me. A dark smile plays on her lips, exciting me, filling me with anticipation for what will happen next.
“On your knees,” she whispers, her voice a little more unsure. I fall to my knees immediately, ready to burn down the entire world if she just asks. I’m fucked, I realize.