Page 102 of Sinister Intentions

Not fair.

I grabbed the buttons of his shirt, but instead of letting me open them, he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion.

I touched his chest, his deep olive-toned skin and black ink such a stark contrast to my own.

“Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you are?” He leaned down until we were face to face, then cupped my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Smart, sexy, and all mine.”

My breath caught at his words and the open honesty in his eyes.

All mine.

I shivered, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Was this the point of no return? Was I willing to give him that much power over me?

Did I even have a choice?

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his.

Vince hesitated for a moment, then kissed me back.

I’d expected an onslaught, I’d expected force, but he kept the kiss light, and his hands cupped my face with a tenderness that belied his usual ruthlessness.

“Is this what you really want, Jemma?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled away a few inches to lock eyes with me.

I stared into the depths of his dark, intense gaze, considering the implications of what we were about to do. But the raw desire coursing through me, coupled with the undeniable connection we shared, was stronger than any doubts or fears. After an agonizing second, I nodded.

“You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” he murmured, hovering just inches in front of me.

I froze, then closed my eyes. Could anything be more humiliating than getting asked that question outright?

“Eyes on me,” he growled, and the command in his voice sent a thrill through me.

I opened my eyes and stared at him.

Vince groaned, grabbed my chin, and leaned in. “It will hurt. There’s no way around it,” he murmured.

I nodded.

“But I’ll make sure you’re ready.”

He tilted my head to the side, leaned in, and nipped at my earlobe. “And I’ll make sure to make you feel so good, you’ll never want to leave my bed.”

He leaned back, and our eyes locked.

“Cocky much?” I said, but my voice wasn’t as steady as I’d liked because I was freaking nervous, and honestly…I’d seen his cock in the shower, and I was pretty sure he was too big to ever fit, and even trying was kind of intimidating.

It would probably hurt like a bitch.

He winked again. “You can take it, Punk.”

I narrowed my brows.

The corner of Vince’s mouth turned up in a wicked grin, and without another word, he cleared his desk with a sweep of his powerful arm.

He laid his hand between my breasts, then pushed me backward until I was sprawled out on the cool surface. My heart raced as he stood over me, his eyes drinking in every inch of my exposed skin.

And then, to my surprise, he sat back down and lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

His face was inches from my pussy.

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