Page 50 of Sinister Games

Richard stood on the threshold looking like a vengeful god. Gone were the bespoke tailored suits and impeccable attire. His large chest was covered by a thin white T-shirt that was almost translucent from the rain and for the first time since I met him, he was wearing jeans.

On any other man this would have been a commonplace outfit but on Richard it was different. It was as if he had shredded all the superficial trappings of restrained civility to finally appear as the primal hunter he truly was.

Breathing heavily, he took several measured steps toward me. Over his shoulder, I could see the backs of two men dressed all in black fatigues with sidearms on their hips close ranks, blocking the open-door space. A chill ran up my spine. I knew they wouldn’t come to my aid even if I screamed.

I was trapped.

Holding up my arms in a supplicating gesture, I tried to reason with him. “You have to leave. It’s over, Richard. I’ve called the police,” I added for good measure, praying he wouldn’t see through my lie.

Throwing his head back, he let out an anguished howl that tore into my soul.

Like a charging bull, his powerful body lunged for me.

Before I could even run or scream, I was slammed against the wall, his mouth on mine. Gripping my head, he devoured me. Kissing my mouth, cheeks, eyes, and neck even as he spoke.

“I won’t lose you. I’ll risk hell to keep you at my side.”

Pulling away, I grasped his wet shirt and cried, “Why? Why do I mean so much to you?”

I honestly couldn’t fathom what was so remarkable about me to have captured the intense fascination of this powerful and rich man. He could have anyone he wanted. Why me?

Piercing me with his gaze, his large hands on the sides of my head tightened. For one dreadful moment, I worried he might actually crush my skull.

“You’ve unleashed the beast inside of me. I’m not sure how much longer I can control it. This need, this obsession, to devour you.”

“I don’t—”

His mouth fell on mine once more. Sucking the tip of my tongue between his teeth, he bit down till we both tasted the sick metallic tang of my blood.

Breathless, he groaned, “You don’t see it but I do. Your beautiful innocence. Every time I look at you, your eyes beckon from the past, pulling at my soul. We are meant to be together, Elizabeth. Destined.”

Grabbing my knees, he wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me the few feet into the bedroom. Dropping me in the center of the bed, he followed me down, his weight settling between my open thighs.

“I’m undone. Unleashed. There will be no restraint. You understand what that means?” His heated gaze bore into mine, willing me to understand the depths of his need.

I opened my mouth but couldn’t form the words. How could I? How could I possibly convey the powerful hum he had started deep within my body, my soul?

To be needed, to be wanted, to the point of madness by this amazingly complex and intense man was… indescribable.

Reaching into the neckline of my V-neck T-shirt, he tore it from my body. Shifting his weight, his mouth closed over one erect nipple as his hand descended to the waistline of my yoga pants. In one swipe, they and my panties were on the floor. I was completely bare before him, in more ways than one.

Straddling my hips once more, he rose up. His entire face was nothing but sharp angles, shadows, and dark piercing eyes. His wet hair had curled slightly as the inky locks fell across his forehead. Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and swiped it over his head.

My God.

He was magnificent.

He always looked impossibly, even arrogantly, handsome in his suits but who knew they hid… all of this. His broad chest was heavily muscled from the shoulders down to his ripped abdomen. Holding my breath, I dared to look lower. The hard ridge of his cock pressed threateningly against his jeans. I swallowed, unable to contain the frisson of fear that settled in my stomach.

Keeping his gaze trained on me, he slowly unbuttoned his jeans.

One button, then two… three.

I couldn’t breathe.

His jeans opened and slipped lower on his hips as he reached his hand in and pulled his cock free. Even in his sizable hands, his shaft looked thick and massive.

Placing one hand on the side of my head, he leaned over me. Heat radiated off him as his breath tickled the curls near my ear. His free hand gripped my breast, digging the tips of his fingers into the soft flesh. I couldn’t hold back a whimper.

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