Page 31 of Devil's Property
He swept his tongue back and forth as he shifted his hand to cup my face. The sudden change was imbued with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. He brushed his thumb back and forth as he devoured my mouth. I was shocked not only by the connection and arousal, but by the sudden urge I sensed we both felt.
Every inch of skin tingled while he explored my mouth, demanding I yield to him as expected. My nipples were taut, the intense fire in my core unwavering, yet I refused to give into a man who was definitely a killer if not a deranged kidnapper.
With every ounce of strength I had left, I jammed my palms against him, breaking the connection. Before he had a chance to react, I issued a hard kick. He spiraled backward, slamming into the nightstand. Uncertain what the hell I was doing, I raced from the room without looking back.
With my mind in a blind haze, my brain threatening to short circuit, I lunged for the stairs.
Yet I wasn’t quick enough. My arm was jerked violently, my body lifted from the floor and back into his arms.
Where I’d thought his gaze was penetrating before, the previous look held no comparison to his steely eyes now, so dark and menacing I was caught in a shadowed abyss. As his lips curled into amusement, my heart continued stuttering in my chest.
“One very bad girl.” His look turned impassive, even chastising and with a deep exhale, he hoisted me over his shoulder effortlessly.
Taking long strides, he returned to the bedroom within seconds, tossing me on the bed with enough force the headboard slammed against the wall. The deep sound of his growl ignited an entirely different level of fire within me. I threw myself at him, able to connect my fist to his jaw before he could react.
His grunt was riddled with discomfort and surprise, but he wasn’t deterred by my actions. Once again, he pitched me down, this time crushing his full weight against me.
I struggled in his hold, twisting my body to try to gain any leverage possible. There was none. The man was too strong, too controlling. His eyes bore into mine with a combination of lust and fury.
My breathing labored as I continued writhing in his firm hold, I realized how aroused he was. His cock was throbbing as it was pressed against my stomach. His expression was stern as he ripped one arm over my head then the other, easily wrapping one hand around both wrists.
“You need to learn,mi hermoso pájaro enjaulado, that there is nowhere you can run, nowhere you’ll be able to hide where I won’t find you.”
His beautiful, caged bird? “Fuck you.” No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I knew spouting them off was a mistake.
My dress was bunched against my upper thighs. Still wearing the dangerous smirk, he rolled his free hand down my side, taking deep breaths until he reached the softness of my skin.
“Is that what you’d like, my sweet Fallon? For me to fuck you?”
“Never.” The single word was said with no conviction. We both knew it and I could tell his intentions by the shattering twinkle in his eyes.
He shifted his weight and rolled his hand under my dress. With his fingers wrapped around the thin lacy elastic, he snapped his hand. The sound sent ice slithering up my spine as my stomach clenched.
Not from fear or even anger, but from the raw anticipation and excitement the man offered in his shadows. With his dark eyes flicking across my face, he lifted his hips and unfastened his belt.
There were no words to be said, no sense of understanding why I wasn’t fighting him with every raw emotion and ounce of strength I had left.
But I wasn’t.
Instead, I arched my back once again, stretching his hold as he freed his cock. There was no foreplay, no hint of instinctive romance, just raw need that threatened to obliterate all common sense.
With his knee, he pushed my legs apart. No longer in control of my body, I threw one leg around his just as he pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy.
He pushed up onto one hand, still holding my wrists with the other and thrust the entire length inside.
“Ah!” I jerked up as far as his hold would allow, the sheer indulgence of his size sending vibrations dancing down my legs. My pulse skipped a beat as my throat tightened, yet even with the recognition of what we were doing, of his unraveling of my inhibitions, I couldn’t drive the sheer ecstasy aside.
He filled me completely, my muscles cinching tightly around the thick invasion.
His exhale was exaggerated as he dropped his head. The tingling sensations from his heated breath created an intense throb between my legs. “A very bad girl.”
As he fucked me, I squeezed my thighs, never blinking. I wanted the moment to remain in the forefront of my mind, a reminder of how dangerous he was to the very center of my being.
My pulse increased as colorful sparks of light flashed across my eyes. The pleasure was intense, so much so I couldn’t make a single sound.
He did that for both of us, his growls primal and filled with the kind of stuttering desire that could consume us. I wrapped my other leg around him, pulling him in even deeper.
The feel of his massive body crushing mine was electrifying. Panting, I dragged my tongue across my lips and instantly his gaze dropped to the simple yet sinful action.
