Page 59 of Dangerous Deceit

What happened while Kenzo was out?

“You’re home,” I say.

“Home” is strange on my tongue, but it feels good too.Home.Even if this is only home for a few more weeks, it’s still better than being stuck in hotel rooms while Uncle Jay and Patrick are out conning “friends.”

Kenzo faces me, his dark eyes bloodshot and full of fire. Blood trails across his cheek.

My arms heat with fear. I hate being out of my comfort zone—Uncle Jay and Patrick usually only mess with gullible, lonely souls, and Kenzo doesnotfit that bill.

He steps closer, his eyes searing into me.

“You’re not as innocent as you seem,” he says, his voice level, like he’s been sitting on this situation for hours now, and contemplating anything for a long period of time is so unlike Kenzo. Even if I’ve only known him for a short time, I’ve never seen him as motionless as this. It’s a warning. My skin crawls with nerves.

“I already told you I’m not a virgin,” I whisper.

He invades my personal space. Ginger surrounds me as heat waves come off of his body, warming my skin. But Kenzo doesn’t touch me. It’s almost like he’s giving us distance on purpose, like he knows he can’t stop himself once he gives in to his urges.

Blood stains his gloves too. He must have hurt someone.

Did he kill someone?

“What happened?” I ask, gawking at the bloody leather.

“I’m a bad, bad man, Vi,” he says, violence penetrating each word. “But you’re a bad woman too, aren’t you?”

For a split second, I’m positive he’s going to kill me, but I push the worry down. I bite my bottom lip, nervously lifting my chin. By the time I see the fire in his eyes, he grabs me by the shoulders, swinging me around until I’m thrown up against the wall. He pushes up my shirt and grasps my breasts like he’s angry at me, but when his tongue swirls in my mouth, I moan. I’m at his mercy, and he can’t stop his desire.

He reaches down into my pajama bottoms and cups my pussy, swirling his finger between my lower lips.

“Goddamn,” he mutters. “You’re already soaked for me.”

I open my mouth, but he grabs my hair, wrenching his grip until my neck is taut. His tongue takes a slow, lazy stroll up my neck, and my flesh ripples with goosebumps, heat going straight to my pussy. His leg shoves between my thighs, and he guides my hips until there’s only fabric between us.

“Rub yourself off on me,” he commands.

A flash of heat bursts through me. I obey. I wiggle my hips, letting the fabric create a friction inside of me that vibrates all the way to my cheeks.

“That’s it,” he growls, his words dancing through me. “You’re going to come like a bitch in heat on my leg. I don’t even have to touch you, do I?”

My cheeks turn red. I can’t bring myself to admit he’s right, but my primal response says it all.

“Your cousin said you’re a little slut,” he says. “But you know what I think? I think you’re a demon. I don’t know what kind of power you have over me, but I haveneverbeen so fucking obsessed that I killed a man for something he did in the past.”

Fear worms its way into my brain.Patrick.He hurt Patrick. For me. Because Patrick raped me.

He just said he killed someone!my mind screams.Run! Run now! Before he kills Uncle Jay too!

But Kenzo’s hands roam my body, and desire burns brighter, hotter,faster.My mind melts into nothingness, my heart winning control over me.

He killed Patrick to protect me.

Kenzo grips my hips, bringing me down harder on his leg. His muscles tense against my pussy, and his bulge thickens in his pants.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he says. My mouth drops open, and a deep growl rips through his body. Chills cover my skin. “Don’t you dare stop,” he groans. “Get yourself off.”

I ride his thigh, my pants and underwear chafing against my sensitive skin, but the more I do it, the better it feels. He rubs his length through his trousers, his eyes set on mine, and a heaviness stirs between us. His mouth stays open, his deep brown eyes locked on mine, and he grabs my throat, giving me enough pressure that my hips drive forward, going harder and faster, until a climax surges through me, and I convulse.

He laughs, and before I can do anything, he’s pulled off my clothes, and he’s naked too, shoving me against the open window of his penthouse. With his belt in his hand, he spins me around, then smacks it against my ass and my back in such quick succession, I lose my breath. The pain shoots through me.

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