Page 18 of Broken Saint

Sky must have decided that Nova didn't need her. She quickly scurried away in the direction behind Nova. For a moment more, I simply stared at her. The way I greedily drank in every detail, as if I hadn't seen her in weeks instead of days.

There was also the simple fact I wanted to back her against the wall and lift that skirt to see what kind of panties she wore. Were they sensible by day, or were they the same flimsy, fuck-me, flossy ones she wore when I visited her at night? These were not supposed to be the questions running through my head at the moment, but those were the thoughts she inspired.

"So, I guess the no name thing didn't apply to you, after all. You obviously know who I am."

I smirked, loving the fact that she didn't beat around the bush. Although I still couldn't wait to sully that strait-laced facade of hers. "It's hard to spend time in this hotel or anywhere on the strip and not see your face somewhere. The Sinclair trades heavily on your fame for attention. Nova seems to be an almost household name amongst the rich and famous who spend their time in our city and that includes the woman behind the name."

"Have you known all along?"

I had already debated what to tell her when I showed up today and decided I wouldn't lie. But I would have to tread carefully. I'd run roughshod over the rules with her, but that didn't mean I was willing to compromise my case because of it. I would bend, too—until I couldn't.

"I tend to know the woman I'm fucking."

Her stoic facade slipped a fraction and her eyes turned downright glacial. "You don't have to be an asshole about it.”

My blood sizzled at the tone of her voice. I hadn't expected that, but I might have deserved it.

Not that I would apologize.

I was suddenly torn between anger, for putting us in this mess, and the desire that her anger ignited.

Fuck. This situation was going to spiral out of my control if I didn't tread carefully.

I stalked closer, darkness filling my mind. Clearly, we were stepping well outside the bounds we had established, and at the moment, I didn't care. I wanted nothing more than her on her knees.

Just the idea of her submitting to me here had my pulse racing. It was that unparalleled connection between a man and a woman tied together in mutual need that refused to be denied.

"Be careful with your words, beautiful. Whether they are kind or disrespectful, they carry power. Choose to use them incorrectly, and you might not like the situation you find yourself in if you continue."

My threat was clear and not a bluff. The nights we'd already spent together had done nothing to dull the chemistry between us. And, despite the obvious roadblocks currently in our path, the end was nowhere in sight.

Her beautiful mouth turned down into a deeper frown, but I didn't miss the flash of piqued interest in her gaze. Or the sudden inhale. I took what little comfort I could from that, in the hopes that I could stop before this went too far. However, it pleased me to see that I was not the only one affected this way.

I ran a finger down the side of her face and reveled in the shudder that cascaded through her body. Whether it was from desire or unease mattered little. I could thrive on either, and there was no denying the electric tension arcing between the two of us. She craved my touch as much as I hers.

Her breath quickened, causing me to lean closer until her tits brushed against my chest. Reaching down, I ran my fingers along her silky-smooth bare thighs and toyed with the hem of her dress before brushing against the soft fabric of her panties. I yearned to see them. Even more, I wanted to rip them out of my way so there would be no barrier between us.

She bit her lip, and I suddenly needed to bite it for her. Any thoughts of being gentle were fading fast.

I was either going to throw her over my shoulder and haul her ass out of here, or even worse, take her right here. I tried to deny that wasn't my intention all along, but I'd known coming here off schedule, and in her space, meant I'd hit the edge where reasonable gave way to something darker. I abandoned her pussy for now, using that hand to wrap around her middle and pin her to me. Hey eyes widened, and her nostrils flared. I could see her own war going on behind those beautiful eyes.

Fight or flight.

I knew what I wanted. I tangled my fingers into her hair and pulled until her head snapped back and her gaze met mine. If she wanted to play games about names, I'd play. But it wasn't going to be what she expected. I was making the new rules up as we went along.

"Nova," I murmured her name just a moment before I claimed her mouth. I waited for the resistance, not that it would stop me, but it never came. I'd caught her more off guard than anything else. Using my tongue, I pushed my way inside and thoroughly devoured her. Fuck, I couldn't get enough of her sweet taste. I needed more.

I pulled back. "If we were anywhere else I would have you naked and on your knees right now." My voice was harsh and uneven, a mere testament to how much she affected me. What had started out as a one-night stand and morphed into endless nights of pleasure had just taken another turn. No longer would I be satisfied with so little from her. "Although it's still not out of the question."

"We can't," she whispered, the words so shaky they barely held any meaning. "Someone might see."

"Let them. Maybe the whole world needs to know you belong to me." The words left my mouth before my brain fully registered them. The timing was more than a little off, but I'd meant them.

"You don't mean that. It's against the rules." Her voice trembled, not with fear though. Not even the uncertainty of her words matched her tone. She wanted this. My little daredevil wanted to go for it, and that sent a shot of white-hot need straight to my already throbbing dick. This woman...I groaned.

"Fuck the rules. In case you haven't noticed, those rules have been obliterated and it's time to make some new ones." I had no idea how I was going to make this work out yet, but I could feel everything begin to snap into place. "Starting with your fucking clothes."

"What about my clothes?" She snapped. He smiled at the spark of anger in her biting words.

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