Nick’s eyes go savage, and he explodes like a nuclear bomb being detonated. My hand automatically clasps over my mouth as my eyes go wide. I have never in my life rattled off so many curse words, and I shudder to think of what the fallout will be. Imminent doom spreads over the room, and I can almost see black clouds swirling above Nick’s head. Oh, shit!
He deceptively camouflages his approaching wrath with a calm dominance as my little world comes to a screeching halt. He’s radiating pure confidence and self-assurance of what’s to come, and it reflects in his speech. “Oh, baby, you will be mine. Make no mistake—you will want me, and you’ll beg me to take you soon enough when you find out just how big my dick is.” The calm and arrogant tone in his voice gives me pause as he steps closer and lowers his voice, staring directly into my panicked eyes, “The Blyss will consume your mind, and biological urges at every turn, twisting your sexual appetite into something frenzied and unquenchable. You won’t be able to control it, and I for one, can’t wait to hear you scream my name out in pleasure. You’ll be pleading for me to put my cock in orifices you never even knew could be used. Yes, Princess, I will own your body, your mind, and your soul and never forget—I always get what I want.”
He slowly and gracefully hovers his strong, lean body over mine, a possessive fire burning in his eyes. I have no idea who or what Blyss is, but the lie of his calm illusion lingering around me raises my hackles, putting me on high alert. Bracing his left hand against the headboard above my head, his right hand roughly seizes my cheeks again. He crushes them together ruthlessly, forcing my lips to open for him. Nick heartlessly crashes his mouth over mine, forcing his tongue inside uninvited. I feel a paralyzed fear wash over me as this man sets out to prove he will take what he wants from my body. His tongue slips under and over mine in a heated battle to dominate. His tongue is merciless, and I know he will not quit until he perceives he’s the victor.
The loud bass drum of my heart rhythmically pounds inside my chest, sending pulsating spurts of thick blood through my veins, drowning out my ability to breathe. He starts shifting his weight without breaking his brutal kiss, causing our teeth to clash while creating a storm of thunder and lightning inside me.
I feel the side of the mattress dipping down as he slips a knee onto the bed. Moving his other leg over my hips, he forces my legs down with his body. I feel his thick, muscular thighs straddle my petite frame, pinning me down. I’m trapped. His strength is overbearing; he’s too powerfully-built for me to push him off.
Slipping his free hand behind my back, he forces me up, slamming my chest into his, fusing and molding our bodies together. My trembling limbs are trapped in his deadly snare. Oh, my God, help me! I repeatedly scream in my head. I can feel his erection digging into my stomach as he moves his hips over mine. All of his unbridled emotions seem to have morphed, turning from infuriation to an unrestrained inferno of burning lust.
“Open wider, you will kiss me. Now,” he mandates with a growl, nipping hard enough to draw blood from my bottom lip. I wince at the pain. I feel his grasp on my cheeks tighten, willing me to comply with his demands. I let a whimper escape into his mouth. The stifling pain becomes too much to bear as I contemplate giving in. If I pretend to surrender, maybe it will stroke his ego enough that he will end his torture and leave me the hell alone for the night.
I decide to open my mouth further and give in to the kiss, for now. The unyielding power of his tongue forces mine to dance with his as I deceivingly succumb to a false passion, and as a reward, his grip on my cheeks begin to loosen. I let out a long moan from the blissful release of pain that his cruel hands have caused on my jaw, while he takes what he wants from my mouth.
“Oh, God, Princess, your submission tastes so fucking sweet on my tongue.” He has mistaken my moan for pleasure, but I let him think what he wants. Nick, even as sick as he is, can no doubt light a fire with his kiss; he’s passionate as hell. The name Handsome Devil suits him well.
This type of sensual kiss combined with his good looks might have enraptured me, if we had met and were dating under normal circumstances. He doesn’t look like he steals people for a living. He looks rich, well-educated, debonair, and attractive as hell. I would have bet my last dollar he was not a stalker. The man truly looks as if he could have anything he wants, when he wants it, and how he wants it. So why me? Finally, after what seems like forever, he breaks the kiss, panting heavily over my lips. My body slackens in relief.