of my face.
“Damn you, Savannah. Damn the fact I can’t get enough of you. You are everything I shouldn’t want yet you will never get away from me. Never.” As he crushed his mouth over mine, I tensed, gripping his arms in an effort to keep him at a distance. Within seconds, my body failed me as it had done before and I relaxed in his hold, the mixture of white-hot sensations and quivers shooting through me more intense than before.
He thrust his tongue past my lips, dominating mine within seconds as he explored the dark recesses of my mouth. Everything about the moment was surreal, the understanding that the contract I’d entered into was the work of a devil, only this time in sophisticated clothes. He reeked of testosterone, power unlike any man I’d ever been with. He was the dangerous man I’d suspected, even more so than I could have imagined.
And I wanted his control, if only for a few minutes of my life. I craved his strong arms holding me, dominating me. I had to be mad, the exhaustion and terror of what had occurred finally taking a toll.
As the kiss turned into a roar of passion, I slid my arms around his neck, weaving my fingers in his long curls, the silky strands tangled. The taste of him was tangy, the hint of scotch incredible. He pulled me onto my toes, dragging me against the heat of his body until I was forced to arch my back. He was a crazed man, his hunger knowing no bounds.
My heart raced, my blood pumping wildly even though my mind continued to fight what my body refused to acquiesce to. I was surrendering. I was giving in.
When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip before darting his tongue around my mouth in a sweeping circle. “Unfasten my belt.” When my eyes opened wide, he chuckled once again. “Release my cock. I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”
Shivering once again, I did as I was told, my fingers stiff as I attempted to unbuckle and unfasten his button. Even the sound of the zipper as I tugged sent a shower of wet heat directly into my pussy, enough so my muscles clamped then released several times. How could I want this?
The moment I wrapped my hand around his cock, freeing his shaft from the tight confines, he let off an intense roar. The sound was thrilling as it managed to echo in the room. I pumped the base several times, twisting my hand and creating the kind of friction I knew he craved. He enjoyed his own slice of pain, as if it made him feel alive. His eyes were shimmering as he lowered his head, groaning like a wild animal.
“You are hungry, little girl. Aren’t you?” he asked as he brushed his knuckle across my chin.
“Yes. Yes, sir.” This time, I didn’t mind saying the word. This time only. I eased his trousers down his hips, freeing his testicles. I couldn’t resist rolling his balls between my fingers, squeezing until he let off a bedraggled moan.
“Be careful, little girl.”
He allowed me to stroke him for a full twenty seconds, his eyes boring into mine as if searching for the truth. I wasn’t certain if there was any real connection between us or if there would ever be. He was a bad man, a murderer, but I’d seen a hint of the other side of him, a man I could actually like. The thought was maddening, a hint of sadness rolling into my mind. He seemed so lonely, as if he’d never found any joy in his life. I wasn’t his possession, and no other method of punishment would change that.
Would he protect me? Did he actually care enough?
The answer would wait.
Rafael’s breathing became even more scattered, the look in his eyes like nothing but a crazed and desperately hungry beast. He gripped my hips, digging his fingers in and lifting me into the air. He pushed me hard against the wall, forcing me to wrap my legs around him.
“Oh. Oh...” The moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it, my entire body so alive. I felt the tip of his cock as he slid it back and forth across my swollen folds. The scent of our combined desires was unmistakable and a powerful aphrodisiac.
He hesitated, a wry smile crossing his face. “As I said, now, I fuck you.” He thrust the entire length of