Page 11 of His to Possess

I fought a series of shivers, taking another sip of my drink. “A cop. Interesting.”

“A necessity.”

I wasn’t ready to grill him on any specifics and I wasn’t certain he’d offer any details. Besides, I didn’t need to. I sure as shit wasn’t going home with the man.

Not now.

Not ever.

Then why is your mouth watering and your pussy quivering?

“Finish your drink,” he commanded.

“Why?”

He slowly turned his head, his gaze more penetrating than before. “Because you’re coming with me.”

* * *

There’d been little conversation and in truth, neither of us had found any need, our body language doing all the talking.

The way he flung open the door of his apartment was powerful, just like the mysterious man. I heard the intense growl pushing past his lips and all I could think about was he would devour me. I wasn’t frightened, just aroused in a manner I hadn’t anticipated. I wasn’t drunk, yet I felt high on the blood pulsing through my veins. I couldn’t want this.

A stranger.

A man who’d told me almost nothing about himself. He could be a monster, a stark raving mad lunatic hiding behind a convenient, safe mask. Willing me to succumb to him. Tempting me with his dark commands.

But I was here.

In his apartment.

And in his massive arms, locked behind closed doors.

Max yanked me closer, fisting my hair as he lowered his head. Even his hot breath was exciting, lighting every fire that I’d thought long dead.

“I want you and I will have you. Period. You now belong to me.”

Every emotion from anger to humiliation shot through me like a tidal wave, forcing butterflies into my stomach. I belonged to no one and never had. My instinct was to push away from him and I tried, shoving both my hands against his chest.

But the amazing draw of the man was far too intense, stealing my resolve to resist him. His grip remained firm; large fingers entangled in my mass of hair, husky growls pushing past lips meant for kissing the night away.

“You will not deny me,” he commanded as he dragged me closer once again. Our lips only centimeters apart, he blew a swath of hot air across my face as he towered over me, bending me until my back was at a complete arc. There was no way I was getting away from this brute.

His breathing remained ragged as his eyes roamed my face. Everything about this man was demanding, a force to be reckoned with and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was going to devour me.

Every. Single. Inch.

When he crushed his mouth over mine, pulling me onto my tiptoes as his tongue thrust past my lips, I could no longer focus. It was as if he’d placed some kind of spell over me, our worlds and bodies meshing together by some unseen force. I became lost in the kiss, the way his tongue dominated mine. The heat of his body became oppressive, sparks of electricity fueling my already jazzed blood cells.

There wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t exploding from the raging fire, leaving my senses on edge and any rational capabilities tossed to the side. My fingers, which had attempted to shove him aside, now clung to him, grasping his shirt as if hanging on for dear life. I couldn’t want this man. I shouldn’t be here.

But I couldn’t refuse.

As the explosion of passion continued, our teeth gnashing together and his tongue drinking in every ounce of my essence, I found myself melting.

Max shifted his hand until he was gripping the side of my face, nails digging into my cheek. He held me tightly as he broke the kiss, every raspy sound erupting from his throat more animalistic in nature than before. He dragged his lips to my chin, licking the underside before blowing his scalding breath across my neck. He broke the connection long enough to chuckle darkly then engulfed the area over my pulse of life, biting down like a true savage. A whimper escaped my lips, my mind reeling from the realization that he had my life in his hands.

Just when fear wrapped around me with a strangulating hold, he eased back, taking several deep breaths.

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