Page 103 of Unlawful Seduction

Disgusted with myself more than anything, I jerked my purse from the bar, thankful I had some cash, so I didn’t need to wait for a credit card charge to go through. He continued the silent treatment as I tossed money across the surface and stood, glaring at him before attempting to walk away.

He snatched my arm, yanking me back and against his chest savagely.

“You’re not going anywhere, angel. I told you a long time ago, you’re all mine. I’ve come to collect.” He wrapped his hand around the back of my head and before I could object, he captured my mouth.

There was nothing like the taste of him and this time, his essence was even sweeter than it had been before. I was floored how much my body was trembling, but the anger I’d felt when exposed to the lie came rushing forward. I pummeled his chest with my fists, moaning into the kiss at the same time.

It was no use. The man was an immovable object.

He ground his hips against me, letting me know as he’d done so long ago what he wanted and how he felt about me. I was thrown by the intensity of our connection, the longing spiking as if it had never been lost.

After a few seconds, I no longer wanted to keep fighting him. I was far too stimulated, my pussy throbbing from his rough touch and the feel of being in his arms. The kiss was powerful, more so than I remembered. I found myself clutching my fingers around his shirt almost immediately after he thrust his tongue inside.

I was crazed with desire even though my mind continued to fight the man who’d left, the father of my only child. The swell of emotions was overwhelming, ridiculous tears forming in my eyes. How could I be so overwrought at this moment when the future of my beautiful, engaging child was at stake?

When he broke the kiss, we were both breathing heavily. He glanced at the bartender, nodding to the man as if there was some unspoken code they shared.

Jax barked once as if offering his approval. That brought me back to reality. “I can’t do this.” I tried to pull away.

He was having none of it, jerking me close all over again. “Too bad, Doc. I’ve waited four arduous years to see and touch you again. Tonight, you are mine.”

Then he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together. Without asking me what I wanted or if I cared to listen to anything else he had to say, he took control.

Just like he’d done before.

Just like I’d craved then and had for four long years.

He led me from the bar, taking long strides.

There was no denying the man. He led me to the elevator, slamming his fist on the up button.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I finally asked, still breathless from the incredible kiss.

His chest rose and fell, the elevator doors opening seconds later. He shoved me inside and against the back wall, giving me a stern look before leaning backwards and pressing the button for the fifth floor. Jax was right there, peering up at us with his tail wagging nonstop.

There was a demanding smile on Beckett’s face as he planted his palms on either side of my head. “Detaining you.”

“For what reason?” I was excited and tormented, my mind still fractured from the horrible events I’d been forced to endure. But seeing him again brought everything back. The passion. The longing. The bickering. The need. Push-pull. We were hot and cold, on fire and threatening to burn down the world from our crazed connection.

Dear God, I wanted to feel his touch on every inch of my body again.

“I think you know that answer. I missed everything about you, Mallory. Your laugh. The sound of your voice. Your gentle touch.The sweet taste of you. And driving my cock deep inside your tight pussy.”

“We can’t do this. I won’t do this.”

“Oh, no? Are you certain about that?” He crowded my space, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching again. “Tell me you don’t want me. Go ahead. If you do, I’ll let you go. You’ll never need to see me again.”

“You’re already leaving. I just can’t do this. Damn you!”

“Are you so certain about that?”

At this point, I wasn’t certain of anything. My mind was spinning and I knew I should tell him I wanted nothing to do with him. But his scent, the sound of his deep voice. His touch. The way he’d kissed me. The look in his eyes.

I was as lost in them as I was in the moment.

“I hate you,” I said and instantly regretted it. Of course it wasn’t true. I was overreacting, terrified I’d fall under the powerful spell he’d had me under before.

“Good. Keep hating me. Just tell me. Go ahead,” he chided.

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