Page 43 of Lord of Vice

I was able to catch my breath as he slowly yanked off one shoe then the other. However, the moment he unfastened his jeans, taking his sweet time, I was already licking my bottom lip just as I’d done before.

And as he eased the dense material past his hips, I was forced to grip the edge of the counter until my knuckles were white. If I’d thought his torso was a thing of beauty, a creation of stone sent straight from the gods, then the deep V of his abdomen leading to his muscular thighs was a crafting of perfection.

His cock was something else altogether, a pure work of art. Thick and long, his shaft was throbbing, the tip purple from desire.

He was chuckling as he pushed the jeans to the floor, likely from the look on my face. I’d seen plenty of naked men in magazines and online, but Kraven was in a category all his own. What I also noticed were the number of scars on his thighs, and a fewI hadn’t noticed on his chest, mostly hidden by the tattoo. They drew me in and for a few seconds, I thought about my own scars.

I’d been told they’d fade in time as long as I didn’t continue with the act of self-harm, but his were a permanent part of the creation, a reminder of horrible and violent events. What had the man been through in his life? The real question was—did I want to know?

“You like what you see?”

“Uh-huh.” I couldn’t express my thoughts at all. He was far too beautiful and no man should be this attractive.

Especially when I needed to hate him.

He inched closer and now I knew what the term swagger meant. My fingertips were already tingling all over again and I hadn’t touched him yet.

His evil grin returned as he lifted my leg, forcing it around his hips. “I can’t wait to be inside of you. So I won’t.”

All the women who said they wanted a gentle lover were sorely missing out. The moment he drove the entire length of his cock inside, I was certain I’d died and gone to heaven. I threw my head back, trying to catch my breath, the rush of feelings more intense than before.

He pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again. The force slammed us both into the edge of the counter but there was no real pain. I was concentrating on the fact my muscles were being stretched more than they had during any period of my life.

The sensations were incredible, the way my pussy clenched around the thickness pulling him in even deeper. If that was possible. It felt as if he’d reached my womb.

Together we rocked, pushing hard against each other as our playfulness returned. Everything about him was rough and tumble, his actions no doubt far too forceful for some women but I wasn’t just any woman. I was a girl who’d longed to feel again, to share in the power of intimacy. How had he picked that out so easily?

Or maybe he saw me as an easy mark, vulnerable enough I wouldn’t care about the danger or his controlling needs. I bucked hard and within seconds, he’d lifted me back off the floor, placing my bottom on the counter.

With the angle switched, I tossed my head from side to side, no longer able to describe what I was feeling. I could tell he’d rolled onto the balls of his feet, powering into me so hard that all I could concentrate on was the sound of his body slapping against mine. I was even pointing my toes as I crushed my knees against him.

Forced to lean back, I was shocked that my breathless sounds were matching his and I tried to study him, smiling from the furrow in his brow. He was also sweating, beads rolling down both sides of his face. The thick cords on the sides of his neck were tight, his pulse of life bobbing just like his Adam’s apple. The strain was evident and beautiful, the pleasure we were sharing out of this world.

He’d yanked away my inhibitions and I knew later I’d feel guilty, perhaps hating him even more. But right now, this moment was everything I’d wished I’d experienced before. Just when I was certain he would let go, enjoying the round of passion as much as I’d already done, he pulled all the way out, backing away completely.

I heard a whimper escaping my mouth and bit my lower lip. His eyes were twinkling as he rubbed his forearm across his forehead. But he wasn’t finished with me yet.

“There is nothing like the taste of you, Red Penny.” He spun me around so fast all I could do was laugh nervously.

With his one hand on my hip, tugging me further away from the counter, we stared at each other in the mirror for a few seconds. He teased me by sliding the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass and my nerves kicked in, the fear he’d try to fuck me in the ass almost causing me to bolt away.

“Relax, pretty Penny. I won’t claim everything. Today.” His grin was mildly infectious and as he returned his cock to my aching pussy, I slapped both hands on the glass. After a few brutal thrusts, we were both on our toes, writhing together, our heated breath steaming the surface of the mirror.

Everything about the moment was crazy but delicious, my mind reeling from what this could mean. As his muscles tensed even more, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fall into another breathless rush of rapture.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I was vaguely aware I was close to screaming, drowning out every word he was whispering, but I sensed he was telling me what he would do later. Or maybe that was wishful thinking.

I threw my head back, no longer certain of who I was as he dug his fingers into my hips.

And erupted deep inside.

As the beautiful aftermath of the most incredible experience I’d ever had settled in, I realized I hadn’t just crossed an invisible line.

I’d also trashed every notion of being a good girl.

And there was no doubt this man truly believed he owned me.

CHAPTER 15

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