Page 25 of Lock Up the Darkness

His gaze dropped to my breasts, rising and falling rapidly in my black wrap top, the skull with wings rhinestone graphic drawing his attention for a few moments, before his eyes trailed down my body, everywhere they looked seeming to cause an eruption of heat as though he was actually touching me. I tried to shake it off as he took in my mini-skirt, then flicked his tongue over his lips as he lingered on my thigh-high boots.

But then he was releasing my arms only to grasp my jaw in a painful hold a moment before he swept down and crushed his mouth to mine.

All that tension that had been building to a dangerous level detonated and I rose to it, the aggression, the insane lust he’d evoked in me, and the fucking hatred that was bleeding into us both.

It was a violent whirlwind, the kiss bruising my lips.

He shifted his grip from my jaw to yanking on my hair, calling to the twisted part of me that enjoyed a little pain and aggression, and a moan escaped me.

He took the opening and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I grasped the sides of his jacket and jerked him into me as we clashed wildly, tongues tangling, teeth gnashing.

“Fuck,” he choked, tearing his mouth from mine, his eyes blazing.

He hesitated for a moment and I was right there with him.

But then our lips clashed again and the pull held us there in its vise-like grip.

The kiss was more like a ravaging.

Punishing.

Painful.

And utterly exhilarating.

A rush of heat rolled through me when I suddenly felt his fingers sliding up my thigh, underneath my skirt.

I jolted as they brushed over my panties.

Instinctively, I moved to slam my legs shut, but he slapped my thighs apart leaving a delectable sting that had me sinking against the car.

My eyes rolled back in my head, a moan escaping me as he dipped inside and dragged his fingers through my folds.

He pulled his mouth from mine and then his warm breath fanned over the side of my neck as he half-whispered, half-growled, “So slick, so fucking hot.”

He rolled over my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through me that had me shuddering against his hard, muscular body surrounding me. Over and over, back and forth, using slow, languid strokes that had me beside myself.

“You won’t bend,” he growled at my ear. “Then you’ll shatter for me.”

I felt him at my entrance, about to ram his fingers deep inside and take his fill.

I snatched his hand, digging my nails into his flesh and making him hiss.

Then, in two rapid-fire moves, I ripped his hand out of my skirt, then spun him around, switching our positions and slamming him up against the car.

He was so shocked, he didn’t react before I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling up his abs that were basically carved from freaking stone.

“Uh uh. Shame you’re due for punishment, not pleasure. And having the honor of making me come for you absolutely qualifies as pleasure,” I bit back at him, throwing his own words from the alcove back at him. Well, with a slight twist, of course.

He went to bolt forward, but I raked my nails down his chest, drawing red-raw scratches all the way down his abs that had him sinking back against the car and groaning.

Letting his guard down.

Just what I knew he’d just attempted to do with me.

And the seductive bastard had come close.

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