Page 29 of Brutal Obsession

“Ever since that night we kissed at the bar. You’re to blame.” I growl at her like I’m a fucking wild animal. And maybe I am one. Maybe she draws it out of me. “The least you can do is take some responsibility.”

“Me?”

“You.”

In her confusion, I lay my lips to hers. But she keeps them clamped shut, still protesting this moment. When I pull back from her, she’s already making excuses.

“But we can’t—” Her words tickle my skin.

“We fucking well can. Now stop talking and open your mouth.”

Indignation plays across her pretty features. “I will not?—”

My cock’s so hungry for her, I don’t know how to hold back. I take advantage of her open mouth and thrust my tongue inside.

She freezes for half a second before giving in.

Kissing Harper again is like diving into an icy lake and a pool of lava at the same time. The sensation of her sweet mouth, of her tongue tangling with mine, is a shock to the system, a rush of electricity that shoots down my spine and out to every nerve ending.

This kiss is just as good as the first one. Maybe even better. Her soft, pliant lips invite me to plunder them, and her curves cushion my body in a way that tears at my self-control.

I press closer, enjoying the feeling of her tits smashed against my chest and her belly pillowing my throbbing dick.

I want to drink her down like an addictive drug. Drown in her and never resurface.

Fuck, I’m so lost to this woman. I wonder if I can ever let her go.

The next time I allow her to come up for air, I take stock of her expression.

Hazy defiance stares back at me. “I’ll scream.”

Her threat lacks any bite.

I smile as I cup a hand around her ass and pull her even closer, her breathing hitching when I bend my knees so I can grind my dick against the seam of her thighs.

“Is that a promise?”

Not that I care either way.

Now that I’ve got my hands on Harper Brennan, I may never release her.

Chapter 9

Harper

It takes a lot to shock me, but I’m learning that Cian Mahoney has a gift for it.Gobsmackedis the only way to describe myself as I spiral through this strange alternate reality where Cian pins me to the wall in this gorgeous, beachfront bungalow, with his hard cock sandwiched between us.

None of this makes any sense.

I’m one-hundred-percent positive that he’s here to drag me back to New York.

I’m also positive that nothing in Shane’s orders contained an injunctive to drag me into a beach house and kiss me silly.

For sure, the leader of the Kings never said, “Cian, when you find her, push her up against a door and stick your tongue down her throat.”

So why is Cian doing this?

And more importantly, why does my body like it so much?

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