Page 102 of Lethal Legacy

The doors slide open, and my furious rant dies in my mouth.

Standing right in front of me is Lucia, her almond eyes slitted with desire, cherry nipples thrusting through a scrap of silk only slightly bigger than the French panties that barely cover the sweet curves of her ass. Off to my right, a security guard is nervously looking anywhere but at us.

I want to kill him.

I want to tear her apart.

And my resolve is shot entirely to hell.

I close one gloved hand around her arm and pull her into the elevator.

“What the fuck,” I snarl as the doors close. “That guard saw you—”

“I don’t care.” Lucia faces me, trembling. I can feel her heat and hunger, smell the sweet intoxication of her arousal.

It’s everything I’ve resolved not to do. Not to mention utterly outside the rules of our contract.

Exerting every ounce of will, I don’t move.

Send her away.

But her eyes are liquid pools of desire. Her bee-stung lips are slightly parted. And my cock doesn’t seem to give a fuck about my resolutions.

My hand tangles in her hair.

“Give me your mouth.”

Her lips part with a soft cry that licks fire through what’s left of my brain and makes my dick pound. The wildness inside her finds the storm that’s been coursing through my own body all day. That kiss pushes me over the edge of reason.

Fuck detachment.

I’m going toownLucia Lopez. Teach her how wrong she is to evendareto imagine I don’t know what she needs.

My gloved hands go under the lush globes of her ass. I lift her against the elevator wall and take her mouth hard, demanding surrender. She opens beneath my assault with a small, needy sound that sends me into orbit. Her naked legs hitch around my waist, and I pull her silken-clad heat hard against me, rolling her clit against the length of my throbbing shaft until she’s moaning into my mouth.

Oh, I’m going to fuckingtortureher for this.

The elevator dings.

Kicking my helmet ahead of us into the corridor, I carry her out of the elevator. Lucia’s mouth under mine is both yielding and demanding, a fiery oblivion of contradiction. Her arms wrap around my neck as I walk her toward the bedroom, her breasts crushed against me. I pull my gloves off as I go, throwing them to the floor, holding her ass one-handed.

The gloves might be off, but my control is firmly in place. Let her grind against me like a silken temptress. Let her think she knows what she wants.

Let her think she’s in control.

She’s about to learn just how fucking wrong she is.

I slip the fingers of one hand beneath her French panties.

Her pussy is molten, slick fire.

“You were waiting for me.”

She nods against my neck.

“You thought I wasn’t going to come for you.”

Her lips find my ear. “I need you, Roman.” Her voice is a whispered breath, barely there, and yet my name on her lips is somehow lightning through my body. She licks the place beneath my ear that drives me fucking insane and says it again: “I need you so much.”

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