If he was trying to scare me, I hated to admit that he had. His persona was much darker than I’d anticipated, his way of handling control without reproach. He said nothing else, just cocked his head, unblinking as he waited for my submission.
I’d called my mission a Vow of Seduction, but I’d never fully embraced the fact I’d be forced to endure being manhandled or… complying. This was bad. Very, very bad. But there was no other choice. I’d likely never have a second chance.
Alexander’s hold was firm. He brushed his thumb across my chin, shifting his arm just enough that he was able to rub his finger from one side of my mouth to the other.
The bulge between his legs was so thick, the material of his expensive trousers was shoved against my pussy lips. While I was mortified at my wetness, at least I’d have the satisfaction of knowing he’d wear a stain as he was…
I almost laughed. I wasn’t planning on the man walking out of here. That gave me a level of comfort as well as a boost of strength. As I started to rise onto my knees, his hold remained. I glared at him with all the hatred Dahlia could manage, even though Cassie wasn’t certain she could continue with the charade.
But the quicker I finished, the sooner I could get home, removing the ridiculous costume and soaking in a hot bath. I had plans to indulge in wine and the latest book from my favorite filthy author. Even though I tried to hold onto some level of normalcy, my organized thoughts were crumbling rapidly. I’d already felt dirty even before entering the room made for pure sin and sadism.
I continued to act haughty when the nausea remained, keeping my glare and pretending I couldn’t reach his buckle.
Very slowly he released his hold, exhaling before using the same hand to cup my breast. While I was prepared to flinch from his touch, the warmth of his fingers and the sensations tingled every nerve ending. I glanced down, biting my tongue from the sight of my fully erect nipples. They were swollen, the tips the deepest shade of rose I’d ever seen. It had been so long since I’d been touched by a man that when he swirled the tip of his index finger around one, I dragged my tongue across my lips.
His smile indicated he was watching everything I did, proving his earlier observation. I bit back a whimper, my fingers suddenly ice cold, fumbling to unfasten his belt. I felt ridiculous that after two full minutes, I’d been unable to handle the simple task.
“Do I make you nervous, Dahlia?” he asked, his gruff tone keeping the tremors in my hands.
“Are you trying to?”
He laughed then pinched my nipple with enough force there was no possibility of keeping a moan from escaping. I was thrown by how the slight anguish quickly morphed into a powerful wave of pleasure. “There’s no need for you to be nervous at this point. I have no intention of providing more pain that you can handle. However, there’s always the future.”
I wasn’t certain if he was issuing a threat or a promise of what he longed to do to my body. Whatever the case, neither was going to happen.
A dead man couldn’t fuck.
I snickered inwardly at the thought, concentrating enough to finally yank the belt free, moving quickly to his button and zipper.
He cupped both breasts as I finished my chore, kneading my aching flesh between his long fingers. “You’re wet. You’re enjoying this.”
“Not in the least,” I lied but as I peeled away the thick material, exposing his swollen cock, my mouth watered all over again. How could this repulsive man entice me in the least? I could only think that taking so long to plan my mission had brought me too far into his world, making a powerful, merciless man seem almost human.
But I knew better.
He was a killer, a man without a conscience.
As if to prove me wrong, he crawled his hand down my stomach, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb across my clit. I’d dreamt of him touching me out of desire. This was all about control.
I bit my lip, fighting tears threatening to form. I couldn’t break from my role. If I did, there was no way I could go through with this. He used the perfect amount of pressure and within seconds my tiny nub was extra sensitive, already swelling from his touch.
“Yes, very wet. Don’t deny the hunger you feel. There’s no reason to continue lying to me.”
Swallowing hard, I endured what he was doing to me, closing my eyes as I tried to ignore the building sensations, but when he slipped two fingers past my swollen folds, I fell forward as a jolt of electricity shot through me. I rose onto my knees, my body betraying me by giving the horrible man permission.
“Oh. Oh…”
“That’s it. Enjoy the moment,” he breathed, his hot breath cascading across my skin no longer repulsive.
I found myself rocking as he thrust harder, continually swirling his thumb in aimless circles. My body pitching forward, I was forced to grip his shirt to keep from falling against him. As I opened my eyes, I could see an entirely different level of darkness in his. I wanted to pull away, but the bliss was overpowering, pushing me to a point that I couldn’t control my actions any longer.
A satisfied smirk remained on his face, as if he’d discovered the secret I was holding.
Quivering all over, I clung to his shirt, twisting the material in my fingers and rocking against his hand. The lewd action left a bad taste in my mouth, but no man had ever brought me to an orgasm with his fingers alone. I lolled my head, taking shallow breaths. He seemed delighted at my body’s reaction, one husky deep breath coming after another. While I wanted to think of the sound as terrifying, nothing more than a threat, the deep rumble was sexy as hell.
I had no business enjoying the moment, but as a climax rushed into me unexpectedly, I was thrown by my body’s reaction, a tiny squeak the only noise I could make.
“Good girl. Come for me again.” This time, his words were a command. I knew there would be consequences if I ignored him, but I didn’t need to worry about fighting with myself.