Page 7 of Unwillingly His

His cold, dark gaze lowered to my lips.

Without my own volition, my tongue flicked out to lick them.

He swept his thumb over my lower lip. “Such dirty words from such an innocent mouth.”

He was taunting me, and I didn’t appreciate it, or the way his vile words made my heart speed up with something far from disgust.

“Let go of me,” I said, gritting my teeth.

He tightened his grip on my wrist while his other hand moved to my hip. The tips of his fingers pressed into my flesh as he squeezed. “No.”

“I said, let go of me,” I said again, trying so hard to keep the anger and hatred in my voice so he didn’t see my truth.

I didn’t want him to know that his touch felt good. It was so warm, it was almost painful, in the same way that sinking into a hot bath after being in the cold hurt for a moment until your body relaxed into the most delicious, soothing heat.

I mustn’t give in to that warmth. It was flamed by the fires of hell, obeying its master here on earth.

A bit dramatic? Yes. Untrue? Absolutely not.

“Trust me, little one. You’re trapped in a game you can’t win.”

“Trust you? I’d rather eat glass, you manipulative bastard.”

“There’s that dirty mouth again.”

His lips slammed down on mine.

I tried to fight, to pull away from him, but was drawn to the painful heat of his embrace.

His fire was too tempting, daring me to submit.

Lucian’s kiss was both tantalizing and dangerous, like sin.

The second I opened my lips to him, he took full advantage, sliding his tongue into my mouth, not just tasting me.

No, he was claiming me.

He let go of my wrist just to put that hand back at my throat.

He wasn’t choking me, but he kept a tight enough grip to prove the threat.

More than just taking my money, he was taking everything.

In that terrible, unrestrained moment, I didn’t care.

His hand was so warm, it fractured the constant cold around me. His other hand roamed my body, groping my breasts over my shirt.

Lucian’s hard cock pressed against my lower stomach, holding me in place.

I wasn’t very experienced with men.

I wasn’t experienced with men at all, actually.

Until this man had stolen my first kiss, I had been untouched.

Even with my limited experience, he still seemed uncomfortably large.

He was not supposed to be for me. Just as I was not made for him.

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