Page 61 of The Perfect Stranger

“You’re too smart to make rookie errors.”

She swallowed hard, not knowing whether my implied threat should be feared.

“Why are you here?” she stammered. My finger tapped on the ridge of my gun, her gaze followed.

Remaining silent, I watched, waiting, deciding whether I should tell her the truth. Debating whether to tell her I was the better of two evils.

I stood causing Nina to take a nervous step back.

“Why are you here?” she asked again, this time with false bravado.

“Let’s just say you have piqued my curiosity, Nina.” Her lips parted slightly at my response, and I wanted badly to taste them.

“Tell me who you are.”

In one quick motion, I closed the gap between us, Nina almost losing her balance until her back collided with the wall. My arms encased her, hands either side of her face. A fraction of an inch separated us and I was certain she could feel the heat radiating between our bodies. Her chest moved rapidly, eyes hooded, debating with her inner conscience. I moved the barrel of my Glock under her chin. Panicked, she inhaled sharply, squeezing her eyes closed. Tilting her face so it met mine, I studied her beautiful features and breathed in her berry scent.

“Open,” I demanded softly. With some hesitation, her eyes fluttered open and met my gaze. “You don’t need to know who I am, just yet.” I ran the Glock down her cheek, the coolness of the metal a contrast to her flushed skin. “You look so beautiful when you’re scared.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“You are of no use to me dead.” I inched closer to her lips. “Are you afraid of me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

That was all I needed to hear. Pinning her to the wall, her tiny body encased by mine, I kissed Nina hard in an eruption of passion and possession. Our tongues met and her body relaxed against mine as I took what I wanted and gave what she needed. I deepened the kiss and she whimpered against my groan.

“You need to stop,” she mouthed weakly, her conscience wanting to prevail, her body traitorously responding to mine.

Wrapping my hands around her wrists, I pinned them to the wall above.

“I won’t stop until I get what I came for,” my deep voice rumbled and in an instant, all resolve abandoned her.

Her desire was evident, her submission to me, welcomed. She shivered while I drank her in, causing the corners of my mouth to twitch. She was enjoying this as much as I was.

The roughness of my cheek trailed down her neck, lips sucking, and teeth gently biting her skin. She moaned, her hips meeting mine as she writhed against the sensation.

Pulling away slightly, I placed my Glock in the drawer with hers. A flicker of relief flashed in her eyes, but she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Spinning Nina around until she faced the wall, I pressed my body against hers allowing only enough space for my hand to slide around her front and into her panties. I cupped her pussy, her breathing lost in anticipation and longing.

I wanted her to give into me. I also wanted her to put up a fight. I was not her biggest battle, and knowing she caved so easily to me would not bode so well for her when faced with the true Los Santos. My lips grazed her ear. “I told you to be careful who you trust, cariña.”

She was breathing heavy. “Can I trust you?”

A loaded question.

“No.”

My fingers circled over her clit, and she gasped at the sudden sensation. Every second that passed, she became more vulnerable.

Nina’s head lolled back against my shoulder, and I twisted her hair in my fist, tilting her face until I could claim her lips. My fingers teased, finding a rhythm before sliding inside her. A cry broke free from her sweet mouth, legs inching apart as she allowed me further in.

“When you give in…” I murmured mid-kiss, “…and trust someone you shouldn’t…” I sunk my fingers deeper inside and she cried out in pleasure, “…you become vulnerable.”

And then she gave me one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Nina clenched around my fingers, each rapid stroke of her clit encouraging an orgasm that flowed in waves.

I kissed her hard.

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