Page 50 of Tempted

“Tell me.”

“I did.”

He stopped in mid-thrust, his steely gaze locking with hers. “I want you to say the whole thing. Tell me this pussy belongs to me.”

“It does. It belongs only to you, Victor,” she whispered breathlessly, too weak to deny him anything.

“That’s right dammit. Your pussy belongs to me.” He continued to plow into her with the sudden fervor of a man possessed. It was as if something within him snapped. Catching her by the wrists, he pinned them above her head and slammed his dick into her pussy to the point of near pain. She didn’t know what had come over him all of a sudden but with her body raging with an overwhelming amount of hormones, she couldn’t think coherently. Instead she met him thrust for thrust, moving in sync with him.

He nipped at her neck and sucked on her skin. She wasn’t a light-skinned woman but the way he attacked her sensitive flesh with his teeth and lips, Victor would leave a mark. His ardent caresses and deep movements within her was enough to send her body spiraling to an incendiary combustion. Fireworks exploded around her and her body spasmed as a climax so powerful ripped through her being, she could barely breath.

Victor continued on his onslaught of passionate possession, pushing in and out of her several more times stiffening and then letting out a howl of release. His shoulders shook and he shot his seed deep into the recesses of her pussy before heavily collapsing on top of her, his breathing ragged.

Releasing her wrists, he cupped her face and rained kisses all over her heated skin. “You belong to me,” he growled.

She stiffened. Those words resonated in her head like a ghost from her past. Where had all of this possessiveness come from? She licked her suddenly dry lips. “No. I belong to myself.”

Victor grasped her chin. “The hell you do. You belong to me, not that artist you spend your time with.”

Jasmine widened her eyes. How did he know about Jason? Was he having her followed? Did he know about the painting? Regardless of how he knew, she didn’t know if she liked this line of questioning. She placed her hands against his chest with every intention of pushing him off and getting the hell out her room. She’d been a fool to let him seduce her. “Get off of me.”

His eyes darkened and he remained immobile. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about him? All day the kids were telling me about your new friend. They seem to think you’ll marry this man and leave them—leave me.”

Jasmine’s mouth fell open. What the hell? Chelsea had asked her about Jason the other day, but it didn’t register why. What were the kids up to that they’d mention him to their father? And where the hell did Victor get off questioning her about her friends? “I see. So this is what this is all about? You thought if you could seduce me, I’d be so taken by you, I’d be willing to stay here as long as you like? Maybe as long as it takes for the children to no longer need a nanny?”

His brows flew together. “No goddammit. That’s not it at all.” He rolled off of her to lie on his back. Victor raked his fingers through his hair, frustration etched on every line of his face. “If you wanted to leave, there’s no way on Earth I could get you to stay. In the time you’ve been here, I know that much about you at least. What happened between us right now didn’t happen because I’m trying to emotionally blackmail you. It happened because it was inevitable. It’s probably been there between us from the very beginning but we’ve been too busy trying to fight it.”

As much as she wanted to argue, Jasmine couldn’t. He had a point. Deep down, she’d always been attracted to Victor Meade. In the beginning it had been easy to ignore because she’d been so wrapped up in her own problems. How did these feelings suddenly sneak up on her? How did she fall for Victor without realizing it? No matter, this wasn’t right. Her situation was still too precarious and there was no way she could trust him with the truth, just yet. She’d put her hope and faith in one man before and didn’t escape unscathed. Even after what Phillip had done, Jasmine instinctively knew Victor had the power to hurt her far more. Besides, she had Star to consider.

“Look, Victor. I admit there’s a sexual attractive between us, but¯”

He sat up, his gaze growing stormy. “It’s more than sex and you know it. Jasmine, since you’ve come into our lives you’ve done wonders for our family. Chelsea and Tyler love you. My mother adores you and threatens to disown me if I ever got rid of you and you’ve even got Adam and me speaking. I have you to thank for that.”

She shook her head. “You’re giving me way too much credit. You’ve always had the power to bring your family together yourself. I just gave you a nudge in the right direction.”

“But it was a nudge I needed and without it, things wouldn’t be the way they are now.”

“Maybe you’re confusing gratitude with something else.”

“Jasmine, what I feel for you is far more than gratitude.”

Jasmine sat up and began to scoot to the edge of the bed. “I really don’t need to hear this.”

Victor grasped her wrist. “Yes you do. Jasmine, I can’t put into words what I feel for you, but I know I’m happier when you’re around. When you didn’t come to the zoo with us today, I was just as disappointed as the children, probably more so. When you’re near it just feels right. I find myself thinking about you more than I have a right to. When the kids mentioned that artist friend of yours I was jealous as hell. In my mind I’d already began thinking of you as mine. How could this man try to take you away from me?”

“I don’t belong¯”

He placed his finger over her lips. “Don’t say it.”

She turned her head away. “And what exactly do you expect from me? Do you want us to continue this at night and pretend to be employer and employee at night?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what? Don’t you think it would be awkward if your friends and colleagues knew you were screwing yournanny?”

Victor narrowed his eyes. “Don’t cheapen what we have. And any friends of mine won’t care who I chose to be with.”

Was he expecting them to fall into a full-fledged relationship? It couldn’t possibly work. “Victor ¯”

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