Page 84 of Lord of Vengeance

There was such a carnal look on Diego’s face that a series of chills drifted all the way to my toes. A part of me wanted to shove him away but the other was completely in need of having his arms around me.

“My prize. My pet. My possession. I plan on doing several filthy things to that luscious body of yours.”

Even his words brought the kind of need that was insane, but he boiled my blood and made my mouth water.

When he tugged on the sheet, doing his best to roll the material down my chest, my grip became firmer. I half expected him to rip it off, exposing every inch of me, taking me against my will. Instead, he planted both hands on either side of me, never blinking as he lowered his head. “Do you know how desperate I felt when I arrived at your house to discover the horrible sounds I’d heard on the phone, your screams and pleas for help worse than I’d thought? Do you know how it nearly crushed me that I’d allowed you to walk out that damn door on the ship?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He lowered his head even more, the heat of his body nearly suffocating. It was also creating the most invigorating moment I’d ever felt, another awakening of my senses.

“The truth. That you want this. That you need me.”

“I won’t lie,” I told him, fighting the urgency I felt to touch him, to kiss him. To…

“What happened nearly gutted me, Sabrina. I wanted nothing more than to rip that man who hurt you apart limb from limb.”

“You came close.” It was ridiculous I was giddy about it, as if the fact he was willing to kill to keep me safe was chivalrous. Maybe it was. I’d worked so hard to stay on the right side of the law but that hadn’t worked, at least not completely.

“Because I would do anything to protect you, including dying if that was necessary.”

“Why do you care so much? Is this about winning, erasing some unknown enemy?”

He stared at me incredulously, shaking his head. “You really don’t get it. Do you?”

“Get what?” Maybe I just wanted him to tell me exactly how he felt. If he was even capable of doing so.

“You are everything to me, the only person who’s ever been able to rock my world. I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever. Do you hear me, Sabrina?”

His possessiveness no longer infuriated me. It simply added more fuel to the fire, creating a burning desire that could never be extinguished.

“Diego, I just… I can’t want this.” There I went lying to myself again. His heartfelt words were more tender than I’d ever seen in him, the look in his eyes full of more emotions as well. Whatever he’d gone through the last two days had driven him to this.

To the same need I’d felt for far too long.

Yet could we dare manage to build anything that would matter without fear of retribution or regret? That’s what I wasn’t certain I could take.

“Do you not know that I’ve captured exactly the way your body reacts around me the moment I walk into a room, the quivering or the goosebumps flashing across your beautiful naked skin? Do you not think I know what you’re thinking, the filthy thoughts rushing through your mind when we’re together? And do you not think I hear every whispered moan, every strangled sound you make when I kiss you or touch you intimately?” He dared to brush the tip of his index finger down my face, rolling it ever so slowly down the length of my neck.

My body refused to cooperate with my mind, giving away that he was absolutely correct in his discovery of how I felt about him.

When he used the same finger, sliding it under the sheet, I allowed him. As he pressed our lips together, gently sliding them back and forth, I tried so hard to push him away, but I couldn’t. Even when I muttered the word ‘stop,’ there was no conviction in the sound.

My captor slowly eased the sheet down by several inches, finally exposing my breasts. As he crushed his mouth over mine, I slid one arm around his shoulder, whimpering from the way his thick hair felt against my shaking fingers. There was a new roughness to his touch, the sense of urgency within both of us increasing as the kiss became a roar of passion.

I was lightheaded, partially from what I’d endured but mostly because I couldn’t pretend not to need him any longer. He’d been the one man to allow my darkest needs to soar. The way he was sweeping his tongue back and forth, drinking from my mouth kept the tingle exploding. I could kiss him all day and all night.

When he pulled away, I gasped, fearful he was planning on punishing me. He ripped the sheet down further, his nostrils flaring. A husky growl rushed up from his chest as he scooted back by several inches, pinching and twisting one nipple between his thumb and forefinger while wrapping his soft lips around the other. The pain was exhilarating, leaving me breathless.

“Oh, God. You’re so…” I laughed nervously, allowing myself to slide my hand into his open shirt, whimpering softly from the scalding touch of his skin.

He issued a series of animalistic sounds, shifting his mouth to my other hardened bud, sucking on the tip then flicking his tongue back and forth.

I fisted the sheet with one hand, undulating my hips, longing to have the weight of his body on top of mine.

As if the man could read my mind, he reared back, taking heavy breaths before climbing off the bed. Within seconds, he was naked, ripping off the rest of the sheet and returning to the bed. His bed. The one he wanted me to share.

The weight of him was combustible, the need furrowing inside building. His thick and heavy erection brought another series of dirty images to the forefront of my mind as he ground his hips back and forth. It was a promise of things to come. He wrenched my arm over my head as he overwhelmed my mouth with his tongue. The taste of him kept shivers erupting all the way to my toes.

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