Page 40 of Menace in Vegas

His grip on the sheets tightens.

I hide my grin. "You must be dying to let it out," I purr. "All that pent-up frustration." My finger traces his arm.

It happens so fast, my head spins.

Connor moves, pinning me beneath him.

His forearms cage me in while his weight presses me into the mattress.

His gray eyes shine with a dark, wild, and dangerous intensity.

His voice is a low, rough growl. "You want me to snap, sweetheart?"

I stop breathing.

"You’ve been playing with fire this entire trip," he continues, voice smooth and teasing.

His fingers skate over my waist. "You must really want to get burned."

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry.

I panic, shoving at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

He’s too big. Too strong.

So I do the only thing I can think of.

I lean up and bite his nipple.

He hisses before he laughs, the sound low and dark.

Goosebumps pebble my skin.

"That’s cute, Payne," he murmurs. His hand slides into my hair, tugging just enough that I can’t move.

My eyes are locked with his.

His lips crash against mine.

The kiss is filthy. Full of desperation, yet punishing me for my behavior.

He kisses me like he needs this.

Like I’m the one thing he’s been trying to resist and finally gave up fighting.

His tongue pushes into my mouth, claiming and demanding.

I moan.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I can’t stop this.

I don’twantto stop this.

I grab his shirt, pulling him closer.

His knee spreads my thighs, and his fingers tighten in my hair.

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