Wicked Love - Michelle Dare Page 0,113

to be strangers when you’re meant for me.”

I cut him off by throwing my hands against his chest. “Shut up. No freaky mind reading.”

His devilish grin almost causes me to back out. Maybe I’m not as confident as I thought. Maybe I’m actually—

“Stop thinking. Undress me. Take what belongs to you.”

He’s right. I want this. Bad. And I need to take it.

I shut my brain off and lock away any lingering doubt. My hands are on the move, working the buttons of his dress shirt, exposing his chest, inch by glorious inch. How can one person be so painstakingly beautiful? Everything about him is like marble—smooth to the touch and solid rock. Muscular and lean, just as I imagined. I grow braver with each touch, and slide his shirt down his arms, indulging in his strong biceps, exposing an intricate tattoo covering his entire right shoulder. I get lost in the diabolical design, my fingers grazing over the initials ML.

“What does this stand for?” I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.

His hand reaches out, forcing my fingers away from his tribal marking. “Someone who holds a lot of power over me.” The stormy gaze in his eyes warns me against asking any more questions. I want to kick myself for being so nosy. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, pretending my nerves aren’t starting to fray. He’s this perfect man, dominant and confident. He’s gorgeous in a sense I don’t deserve, and I’m scared I won’t be enough for him and ruin it by opening my stupid mouth.

His hand extends forward, taking hold of my neck. His thumb rests against my pulse as he tilts my head to face him. “I only worry you will be too much for me.” He leans forward, using his lips to calm my overworking mind. His kiss is soft and painstakingly slow. He breaks the barrier, and I weaken at the knees when our tongues collide. He dances with ease around me, his tongue greeting mine with pleasure. My fingers claw into his arms, needing to hold onto him for balance. “That’s it, love. Fight. Show me you’re not fragile anymore.”

His challenge ignites this fierceness inside me. My nails claim his flesh, clasping harder, and I take his mouth deeper. I kiss him, taking control until it’s me who has to break apart in need of air. My hands shake as I undo his pants, exposing how aroused he is. Like a feline in heat, I lick my lips at the thought of him, long and thick, filling me to the brink. A white spark ignites from the torches behind us, and a blast of light flashes inside the room.

He claims my neck once again. “I am not a gentle man. Heed that warning. I am the danger you seek and the retribution you deserve. Accept what’s to come, and I promise you this will be a night that will haunt you for a lifetime.”

I angle my neck, allowing him to do his worst. I’m so aroused, if I didn’t walk out of this place tonight, I would be content.

“Enough talking,” I reply, my voice dripping with purpose. I stare into the heat of his eyes, knowing he hears my thoughts loud and clear.

I’m not scared of your threats. I relish in them. If I’m choosing my own path, I choose you.

He throws me onto the bed, no gentle petting or foreplay, just primal desire as he tears at my clothes. My shirt is gone, then my jeans. He stalls to drink in the sight of me before he rips at my bra and thong, leaving me completely bare for him

I should feel too exposed, shy that this stranger is seeing such an intimate part of me, but I’m done fighting to understand this dangerous pull between us. I’ve never felt so alive. My skin is on fire, a blast of heat between my thighs causing me to mark his sheets.

He stands above me, soaking me in, his cock hungry and waiting. He knows he doesn’t need any more permission from me. If he’s in my head, he knows exactly what I want. My body hums with such an intensity and thankfully he doesn’t make me wait any longer. He spreads me wide and drives into me.

The large bed rattles as a growl so unhuman echoes through the room. I’m not even sure if was him it came from. I quickly become crazed by the way he opens me