Page 25 of A Love So Deadly
Then it hits me. This is him handing me the opportunity to snoop on a platter.
My heart skips a beat as I take a look at him in his impeccable suit.
It slams harder because this tall, dark-haired man with the beautiful face and pale skin, the mouth that melts ice caps and exudes sexuality.
No… He’s sensual, sexy, but that’s not what I mean. There’s power leashed inside him. A storm of chaos. Two powers, actually. The first? The power of who and what he is in his everyday life, a power I’ve never experienced. The second? Pure, unadulterated sexual power.
And it makes my breath catch and pussy wet.
Whatever weird sex thing he’s into—and it’s going to be weird—it has to be a power thing.
The thought makes me shiver.
His eyes turn intense blue.
I struggle for a breath.
If he’s going out, then yes, this is my chance to snoop.
“You know where the file room is?” he asks.
“Yes, Emily?—”
“Not that one,” he murmurs. “The older one. I rarely use it. So I’m not sure how often Emily went there. It’s the level below.”
His words hold unwhispered promises and unspoken threats. At first taste, it’s like the whisper of sin, an offering of a dark path to his special dungeon where he plays. Second taste is the threat. He doesn’t want me off that straight path down, and he doesn’t want me to explore his private space unless I’m a guest.
I shake the thoughts off. The weirdness of them sticks. And just when I’m about to convince myself I’m seeing things thataren’t there, he steps up to me and those cool fingers capture my chin.
He lifts my face to him, and once more that scent surrounds me.
“You like to push boundaries. I can see that,” he says, searching my eyes. “With me? Don’t. It’s dangerous.”
“Are you trying to say I’m a Pandora?”
“And here I thought you were a naïve fairy tale princess all the way through.”
Pandora was alive, curious, naïve. She knew that box was trouble, but she opened it anyway. Just like the princess steps into the lair of the beast. Both are compelling. “Are you a box or a beast?”
“I think you know.”
His soft words paint against my skin like he’s there, curled, inside my mind.
Lucian holds my gaze, and I can’t move. I’m frozen like his eyes contain some kind of spell. His mouth lowers and his lips touch mine, sending a ripple of pleasure radiating out beneath my surface.
This is a kiss with power, one that puts every other to shame. It’s lips on lips, and I’m shaking. Then his lips part, and his tongue tip touches my bottom lip and the world surges and sparks. He’s a furnace that seduces, his mouth and tongue and then…oh…and then he sucks in my bottom lip.
It throbs. I throb. My pussy rushes with energy and untapped need. Everything buzzes.
He bites down. My senses go haywire, leaping off the chart. And that bite electrifies and shoots hot pleasure right to my clit.
I want more.
He lets me go.
I reel back, heat pounding, and I stagger to keep my footing.
Without a word, a look, a sign that anything happened, he walks past me out his door.
