Page 130 of This Monster of Mine

“Then drink.” He rose, trapping her in the space between his seat and his desk. Placing the bottle to his lips, he took a swallow.

She stilled when he brought it to her mouth, circling her lips and seeking entry. It felt carnal. Her lips parted and she took a sip, warmth slipping down her throat as it had on the night of their first meeting in this study. Need streaked through her, coiling tight.

Her eyes were level with his chest, catching its rapid rise and fall. “Are you angry with me?” she whispered.

“No.” His thumb replaced the wine bottle, tracing the curve of her lower lip. “You knelt before me.”

Air came slowly. She nodded.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to.”

His thumb eased its pressure on her lips, sliding past her jaw to halt at her wildly beating pulse. “Why did you want to?”

He was so close that every breath tasted of him. “Gods, Kadra.”

He didn’t relent, tilting her chin to face him when she tried to turn away. “Why?”

“You know why,” she breathed, molten desire pooling in her when he stroked her throat. At his silence, she closed her eyes, defenses gone. “Because I’ve wanted you ever since you tipped that damn wineglass in my direction that first night here. I wanted you when I wanted to ruin you. And now—” She broke off, hope and fear choking her. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for—”

With a rough curse, he gripped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his, devouring her like a man possessed. The world vanished and there was nothing but the taste of him under her tongue, the rough scrape of his teeth against her lips. The stern line of his mouth parted, bit, sucked her lower lip, teasing her with forays of his tongue.

The wine bottle fell, shattering, as he pulled her onto his desk, dragging her ankles up until they locked around his waist. Pressed against him, liquid fire streaked through her.

“You want me,” she accused.

“Always,” he bit out. Blood rushed in her ears as he gripped the back of her neck.

“Then take me,” she whispered, elation giving her the boldness to run a hand through his damp hair. A harsh sound tore from his throat when she gripped his shoulders and ground against his cock. A tremor ran through the arms holding her.

“Tell me not to do this,” he demanded hoarsely. “You’ll despise me later.”

“Never.” She gave him back his words. “Not once.”

“Sarai, I am not a good man.” His teeth scraped her earlobe to punctuate the statement. “I have done things that will horrify you.”

Pulling back to frame his face between her hands, she met that cruel gaze without fear and smiled. “I know.”

And he came undone.

He feasted on her mouth, breathing her in, as if it would never be enough. His fingers speared her hair, one hand going to the column of her throat as he trailed kisses down the heated skin of her jaw, and sucked a mark into her neck. Something fell off his table. She didn’t care. She was on fire.

Gripping her thighs, he rocked her against him. She moaned.

“Is this what you want?” He nuzzled the question into the shell of her ear, his voice a sinful croon. “To be taken?” He squeezed a sigh from her throat.

Knotting her fingers in his hair, she fused her mouth to his, fumbling at the tie to his dressing robe in answer. A groan shuddered through him, legendary control eroded to dust as he lifted her with ease. Taking the stairs two at a time, he kicked open his door and tossed her on his bed.

“Your fucking chest.” Crawling over the covers to him, she gripped the sides of his waist, parting his robes and tasting his skin, moving quickly downward. “It’s been driving me mad since that first night.”

Kadra choked out a laugh. “I know. You couldn’t tear your eyes away fast eno—”

He bit out a curse when her mouth slid over the glistening length of him. She pulled back and stared up at him, licking her lips.

His voice went guttural. “Again.”

Obediently, she dragged her tongue over the head, and in seconds she was flat on her back, her mouth reclaimed, his hands snatching at the tie to her bathrobe. The cold air on her newly bared skin cut through the haze of her arousal.

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