Beauty In Her Madness (Winterland Tale #3) - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,83

me.

“N-no.” I shook my head.

“You are a horrible liar,” he scoffed. “I didn’t kill my mother, Dinah. Though she’s probably dead because of me.” He curved his head to the side. “Blaze doesn’t say it, but he blames me too. It’s why he hates me. He was the one who found her.”

“What happened?”

His face turned back to me, his jaw rolling. “I don’t want to talk about my mother or Blaze.”

“What do you want to talk about?” My voice squeaked over the words as he moved closer.

“Nothing.” His mouth crashed down on mine, starved and ruthless, pouring gasoline straight into my body. I reacted to his need with my own. Sparks snapped off my nerves, ready to ignite everything on fire.

A husky groan rose from my chest, my hands sliding under his sweater. My palms skated over his ripped torso, exploring the deep muscle lines and scars which marred his skin, making him feel even more vivid and dangerous.

“Holy shit,” I hissed in awe. This man was a Christmas miracle. I knew he was extremely fit and built by looking at him, but touching him? His body was insane, like nothing I had ever seen or felt before, making me lose even more brain cells, especially when I traced down his deep V-line, his skin burning hot against mine.

Now I saw the fuss. I understood why my hands couldn’t stop roaming, touching, his physique putting the version of Trevor to utter shame.

“Dinah,” he groaned. “How do I still feel your touch? Even more so now.” He groaned again. “Fuck…it feels so amazing.” His teeth tugged on my bottom lip, sucking and biting down, exploding fire inside. His tongue licked into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

Consuming. Ravenous.

Holy snowballs. I couldn’t catch my breath, but I didn’t care.

Kissing the version of Frost through Trevor had been unbelievable, but this… He claimed. Owned. Possessed every inch of me, giving me no hope for escape. I didn’t want one.

“I was going to torture you,” he rumbled against my mouth, his voice sounding thicker and more muffled than usual. “I wanted to obliterate you for what you did. Break and shatter you. End you.”

My heart thumped in my chest, desire and fear tangling together. “What’s stopping you?”

“Nothing,” he grunted, his irises blazing bright, his mouth only a hair away from me. “I will torture you…destroy you. But I’m not going to end you. I’ll take until you break in my hands. You can’t run, thanks to the mirrors. You can never hide from me now. I will always find you.”

“Bit stalkerish, isn’t it?”

He grabbed my hips, pushing me into the wall, the memories of the night before flaming my body with need. I didn’t want to ask myself if I would even try to run, if I’d want him to find me. Do everything he claimed.

“You don’t even know how close I can get…” His palms burned against my bare stomach, his hand pushing at the buttons of my pants. “How deep I will go.”

I didn’t even care anymore if it was right or wrong. The high from last night was still alive on my skin, craving and demanding more. I wanted to feel his kiss, not Trevor’s. Frost’s mouth, his hands, his tongue, his cock.

A boldness I had never known came over me, my hand tugging at his dark jeans, needing to feel him…taste him. Oral was something I did more because of girlfriend obligations than desire. Something to check off the to-do list. And it had been a long time since I had with Scott. It scared me how much I wanted to taste Frost. A craving to have him in my hands, in my mouth, consumed me, pushing me to act.

A trickle of sweat rolled down his brow as my hand slipped into his jeans, my fingers wrapping around his girth, triggering a moan to rise from the depths of his gut and mine.

Holy. Jingle. Bell. Rock. My lips parted in desire and fear at his size, my hand stroking him. I may have only been with one person, but we watched enough porn together. I saw plenty of variety in sizes and shapes.

Frost was in a league of his own. A myth in every way.

“Fuck, Dinah.” Hot and pulsing, he pushed into my grasp, my own need skyrocketing. “Your touch...”

Without a thought, I dropped, yanking down his jeans, his enormous size springing free, the hunger for him taking over even more. My tongue slid over him, tasting him before I fully