Page 44 of Of Desire And Deception

“I can do that.” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, needing to change the subject. I could ask her favorite food, but that seemed like something I should have done before taking her to dinner. “How was your day?”

Wynn tilted her head to the side. “Not much has happened since I saw you last night.”

Fuck, last night. She might have been referring to work, but I could only think about how she sounded as she came under my fingers. Any thought of normal conversation flew from my mind. I wondered if she would bleed as pretty as she moaned into my mouth. My hand hovered over my knife, trembling with the need to draw Wynn’s blood.

“Are you okay?” Wynn’s concern cut through my rumination, and I yanked my hand away from the knife.

I shook my head to clear my mind. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Here we are,” the server trilled as he entered the dining room with our meals, saving me from speaking more.

I cut into the lasagna and let Wynn lead the conversation for the rest of the meal. She peppered me with questions about my family and Deception, and I did my best to give her vague answers. The public made plenty of assumptions about my family, and we tried to stay true to the narrative while laughing off any references to crime.

I couldn’t stop staring at her, watching as she twirled her fork in her pasta and brought it to her parted lips, gauging how wide her mouth would have to open to accommodate my girth. When I offered Wynn dessert, she declined, and I was fucking ecstatic because the only thing I could think about was how I wanted to take her out back and fuck her against the building.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” Wynn said softly.

I lifted a brow. “How am I looking at you, goldilocks?”

“Like you’re a predator contemplating how he’s going to eat his prey.” Her voice wavered, and she looked away, but I leaned forward and held her jaw in my hand, turning her head so she was forced to meet the intensity of my gaze.

“I assure you, I’m thinking of little else than how much I’d like to devour you.”

Wynn gasped, and I stood abruptly, unable to sit there and act like a gentleman any longer. I tugged her to her feet and reached for her jacket, putting it on her body.

“Come on.” I took her hand, tugging her alongside me. “It’s time I got you home.”

On the drive to her apartment, I reached over, squeezing her thigh until she whimpered and shifted restlessly in her seat.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, letting desire drip from my words. I didn’t give a fuck if it was too much. Wynn could take it. I could sense the darkness in her calling to me.

Wynn stared at my hand as she answered, “I’m thinking about how it feels when you touch me. I don’t just feel it where your hand is.”

“Where do you feel it?” I removed my hand from her thigh and ran my fingers through her hair, grazing her scalp. “Do you feel it here? Am I in your head?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her pupils wide as she looked at me.

“How about here?” I trailed my fingers down her throat to her bare skin just above the swells of her breasts. “Is your heart racing?”

She nodded, goosebumps breaking out over her flesh. “Yes.”

I flattened my hand over her stomach. “And here? Are you fluttering inside?”

“Yes.” Wynn’s muscles flexed underneath my palm.

I turned onto her street, which was now empty, and found an open parking spot. It only took a moment for my hand to move downward, cupping between her legs.

Wynn gasped, then moaned when I found the hard little bump in the center of her heat. I kept my eyes on her. “Do you feel me here?”

“Uh-huh.” Her response was more air than sound, and I needed to touch her more.

“Good.” I practically leaped out of the car, rushing to her side, my cock aching with every movement.

Yanking the door open, I helped her onto the sidewalk. We hurried up the stairs to her apartment, and Wynn fished around in her purse until she found the key. I brushed her hair back, trailing kisses down her neck and smiling when she shivered. I was lost to my baser instincts, and the urge to pin the beautiful blonde down and claim her as my own won out over everything else.

I took the keys and spun Wynn around, pressing her against the door and kissing her, tasting the last of the wine she drank. Fumbling, I finally managed to unlock the door and turn the knob. A growl rumbled in my chest as my hand wrapped around her throat, and I backed her through the entrance.

The darkness screamed silently in my head. Mine.

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