Page 20 of Seduced By Contract

Seeing him up close, I can hardly control the tremors that run through my body. Yes, he's a hunter, but not the kind that scares; he's the kind that makes the prey wish to be devoured.

The energy emanating from Zeus and his dominant demeanor makes me a little dizzy. Being the object of desire for a man like him makes butterflies somersault in my stomach.

"Why are you working at SIN?"

I'm on the verge of saying it's none of his business, but why be rude?

"Because I need the money," I say, without explaining further. I'm not one to open up to strangers. I only told Adriel my story because he's the kind of person you can't keep secrets from. He keeps asking questions, and before you know it, you're revealing your lingerie size.

"Look at me while we talk, Madison. You have the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen."

I shift in my seat, uneasy from the unexpected compliment. I've been called pretty by some men, but always with crude sexual innuendos. But despite it being obvious that Zeus desires me, he manages to sound almost clinical when he comments on my looks, as if the fact that he's complimenting me also surprises him.

I look at him in silence, trying to find something to say and escape that web of seduction.

I'm such a fool. The man doesn’t even have to try to make me burn with the desire to kiss him.

"My neighborhood isn't very . . . pleasant," I say, trying once again to escape the growing attraction between us. "When we're a block away from where I live, I can jump out."

"No, I'll take you to your door. Unless you don't want anyone to see us."

"What?"

"Is there a man waiting for you?"

"You're not familiar with the word subtlety, are you?"

"Why waste time instead of asking you directly what I want to know?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"A lover?"

"Jesus!"

"Answer me."

"No lovers, Mr. Kostanidis, even though my intimate life is none of your concern. Nothing will happen between us because I don't want to lose my?—”

Before I know what’s happening, his strong hand comes to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He's quick and forceful in his attack, but when he has me at his mercy, his face hovering very close to mine, he gives me a chance to stop him.

That's not what I do. The grip on my hair is so pleasant, and even though our bodies don't touch yet, I already feel his heat dominating me.

I moan, lips parted, eager.

His hand comes to my hip, squeezing my flesh as if he needs it more than air.

My entire body tingles with desire, and the man hasn't even kissed me yet.

I close my eyes, silently begging, and when his lips finally take me, it's so much better than I could ever have imagined.

In contrast to the strong grip of his hands, his mouth is soft, persuasive, and I can't resist when his tongue seeks entrance between my lips. I’m slow to open up, hesitating, even though I'm burning with desire, and my resistance seems to excite him even more.

Without making any attempt to touch me more intimately than his hand gripping my hip, Zeus makes love to me withhis lips. The wet, sensual, exploratory contact shows me how amazing it's going to be if I give in.

I don't know how long the kiss lasts, but when he pulls away, I want to protest because I haven't had enough.

He holds me in his arms, and I open my eyes, only to see him watching me with a serious expression and a hardened jawline.

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