Grievous (Wanted Men #5) - Nancy Haviland Page 0,19
lives. I am aching, aching,” he stressed on a moan, “to go back and wreak havoc on that city of mine. I want the East River to flow with blood in place of water. I want bodies piled in the streets. I will create mountains of them until I find the man who stole my baby brother from me. I want the sound of grief to be the only one I hear as I search.” He gripped her ribs just below her breasts and pushed her until she came up against the door. “Would you like to know who is going to prevent me from becoming the boogeyman to so many innocent people? Who will stop me from taking the head of someone’s father? Who will stop me from ripping out the heart of a mother’s son? Who will stop me from bathing in the blood of another man’s brother?”
She was panting with a mix of horror and compassion. And yes, arousal. Because she knew he could pull it off, all of it, in the name of revenge over the loss of his loved one. She was mortified to realize that made her burn.
“Who?” she whispered just because she wanted to hear him say it. Was dying to hear it.
He brushed his lips across the thin skin below her eyes and then down the side of her nose. When he reached her mouth, he pressed them together. But it wasn’t a kiss. “You.”
All at once, his tongue came out, her breast was cupped, her right ass cheek grasped, and she was yanked into a thick erection that burrowed into her navel.
“Would you like to know what you are going to do, my pet?”
She gripped his muscular forearms and nodded. She should be terrified right now. Why wasn’t she? He was talking about murdering people.
“You are going to let me fuck you. You are going to let me use this exquisite body in any way I choose. With my mouth, my hands, my aching cock. You will allow anything I wish. I will bury myself in your pussy. In this throat I cannot stop looking at.” He bit down on the cord in her neck, making her moan as he pressed his fingers against her voice box. “I will sink my cock into you and pleasure you until you are screaming loud enough to wake the dead. And you will accommodate me willingly and with a smile. Then, when I am sure I will not cut the population of Manhattan by a third, I will allow you to leave my home.”
Holy shit. “You’re crazy.”
He opened his jaw and lifted his head. “You do not have to fear me. I assure you; they are tightly bound.”
They? She was almost afraid to ask. “Who?”
“My demons, draga.”
The hair on her nape sprang up, but before his revelation sent her running, an image of how he’d looked when she’d entered that visitation room filled her mind. There had been scores of people quietly and respectfully sitting behind him, his cousins at his side. Even Vex, Kristen’s stepbrother, had been near. Yet Lucian had been in a world of his own. He’d been the most solitary figure she’d ever seen among others. Her first thought had been to paint him, her second, to soothe him. Now she had her chance.
But like this?
How would you deal if Miranda was murdered? a voice in her head asked. If your go-to was sex, would you not want to seek out this man? Would you not do anything you could to lose yourself in him?
“Why didn’t you bring someone else here?” She held her breath and waited for his answer.
“Because I do not want anyone else. I want you.”
He had her. With a few words, he’d honed in on her greatest desire. He’d given her something she’d craved from the time she was a child. He wanted her. Her. No else would do because Lucian Fane wanted…her.
FIVE
That softness around her heart snugged up and happily settled in as Yasmeen tested the hard muscle under her fingers. “What if, come morning, you realize you’ve made a mistake and you don’t really want to go here?”
His hand moved down an inch to grip her ribs. He gave her a little shake. It reminded her of how an animal would play with his food. “Oh, but I do want to go here.” He squeezed her ass. “Right here.” Back to her breast he came to cup it gently. “And here.” He released it