Page 40 of Sweet Animosity

VIVIAN

His fist twisted in my hair, wrenching my head back as he dragged me over to the nearest chair in front of the fire.

He sat before using his hand on my hip to force me to straddle his hips.

My dress rose above my thighs as my knees slipped on either side of him into the buttery soft, cool leather.

He splayed his fingers over the center of my chest. “Take off your dress. Now. Or I’ll tear it off you.”

“You can’t?—”

His fingers twisted into the delicate weave fabric. “One.”

“Var, we need to talk about?—”

“Two.”

Not entirely certain he’d give me something to wear if he tore my clothes off me, I had no choice. Gripping the hem, I whipped it over my head. After brushing my hair out of my eyes, I glared daggers at him. “There! Happy now?”

His gaze was transfixed on my neck. His arm rose slowly as he caressed my throat with the tips of his fingers. The touch was so gentle, I almost didn’t feel it.

“My mark.”

Crap. The hickeys.

I gasped as the hand holding my dress moved to cover my throat.

He quickly pulled my arms away. “Don’t.”

“It was very wrong of you to give me a freaking hickey. You know that.”

“Wait until you see the new marks I’m going to give you.”

His fingers had moved to trace the upper curve of my breast before he reached behind me and unlatched my bra with just one hand.

Reluctantly, I had to admit I was impressed. There was something incredibly sexy about a man who could unlatch a bra with a twist of his fingers. The usual fumbling was such a buzz kill.

My bra slipped down my arms. With my momentary approval of his skills over, I moved to push it back up into place. He beat me to the scrap of lace, whipping it off my arms and tossing it away.

This time I crossed my arms over my breasts. “Seriously, Var, we can’t do this.”

He pulled my arms down as he leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue around the areole of my left nipple. “We are doing this, beautiful. Pull out my cock.”

I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from moaning as he sucked my nipple deeper into his mouth.

God, that felt good. Damn the man and his skills.

My hand lowered to his pants. Even through the fabric, I could feel the heat radiating off him.

I drew back as if burned. “No. I can’t. We can’t. We don’t have a condom again. This would be a mistake.”

His hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me close. Pressing his forehead against mine, he rasped, “If you think I’m going to be satisfied with a barrier between us after I’ve felt the clenching heat of your pussy against my flesh, you are seriously mistaken.”

“You’re not supposed to say things like that. I’m not on the pill. There are other things to consider.”

He lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. “Good. I like the idea of knocking you up. I’m clean and I already know you are. This is happening, baby.”

Oh, right, his plundering of my medical records and bank accounts.

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