Page 9 of Tainted Beginnings (Dark Syndicate 7)

Tennessee

We make it inside the private elevator, his lips devouring mine and my legs wrapped around his waist.

As we go up to God knows where, Nick pushes me into the wall and punishes my mouth with angry kisses like he hates me and wants me all at the same time.

He squeezes my breasts and runs his hands down to my ass, where he grabs a handful of my flesh.

My heart throbs in my throat when his fingers graze over the soft cotton fabric of my panties covering my pussy. It’s then I realize my dress must have ridden so far up my hips that I’m exposed.

This isn’t like me. I don’t do these types of things. I’ve never done this. Kurt is the only man I’ve ever been with and—damn it, it’s fucking time to stop thinking about him.

How could I be thinking about that asshole when I’m with this guy?

This man, who looks like God took his own sweet time to make him and added an extra helping of sexiness.

Nick’s lips track down to my neck, and he shoves me up against the wall.

“Fuck it, I need you now,” he growls against my ear.

My eyes widen when I realize what he means.

“Now?” I manage, barely able to speak through the pleasure taking over my being.

“Fuck, yeah.”

“In here?”

“Yes, goddess.”

He presses the red emergency button on the car, and we come to a stop.

Setting me down, he keeps one firm hand on my waist and the other on the wall beside my head.

“What if someone sees us on the cameras or something?”

“Those cameras were switched off the moment I stepped in.”

What kind of man has that type of power? Clearly someone who doesn’t exist in the same sphere as me.

He smooths his hands over the flat of my belly and traces a line with his thumb to the zipper on the side of my dress.

He pulls it down, and my dress peels away from me like a flower opening on the first morning of spring.

The heat glowing in his eyes holds me in place, and I’m almost afraid to breathe in case the fantasy fades and I wake up in the depression of my world.

He’s real, though. He’s not fading, and I’m not going anywhere either.

With one quick snap, he undoes my strapless bra, and my breasts spill out free of the restriction.

He looks at my nakedness and smiles, satisfied by what he sees. At that moment, I feel like a woman again. Like a desired woman.

Grabbing my hand, he presses it to the growing bulge of his cock pushing against his zipper.

“This is what you do to me and every other man I saw looking at you tonight,” he says in a husky voice.

“Other men were looking at me?”

“Yes, but I’m the lucky guy who got you.” He returns to my lips and fills his palms with my breasts; then he works his way down to take my right breast into his mouth.

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