Electricity swirls between us. After all the shite I’ve had to fight, kill, or conquer in the past, I suddenly realize that I’ve rarely led a normal, peaceful life. Now, I’m addicted to Luxury’s bliss. Her voice grows delicate as she asks, “Why, Victor?”
20
LUXURY
Istare into endless aqua blues, which promise ecstasy and heartbreak then my gaze pivots to the remaining Fire Lily. Victor paired the gorgeous flowers with chocolate Dahlias. It’s a combination I could not afford, separately or together.
Don’t fall in love with this man.My mind seems to be aware of things my heart might already be willing to excuse.
His bad habits.
The commanding.
The dominating.
The taking control.
But I should ask, what’s so wrong with ambition? I groan inwardly. Everything’s wrong with it. Dr. Finch terrifies me. And I love it.Dammit, Graham. Just when my faith in Victor had faded, his little brother unlocked the door and sucked me back into Victor’s world. I budded for Victor from a tiny ugly caterpillar into a butterfly, and Victor hurt me more than Arnold ever could. That’s the scary part. New lovers are more prone to be leery with an ex in the mix. They hold back, looking for someone with history, substance. But I let my guard down too soon. I allowed my heart to get involved in what was supposed to be a one-night stand. Victor has turned my world upside down. His possessiveness has initiated an intense struggle between my body and soul.
Nevertheless, he gave me flowers.
Slowly, I gesture to the spellbinding bouquet. Satisfaction glints in Victor’s eye.
“I’ll take these.” Tipping a smile of appreciation, I delicately remove my flowers from his hands.
“Dinner—”
Inhaling the floral fragrance, I murmur, “No.”
“Luxury.” It’s all growly goodness, causing a hurricane in my nether regions. Although my body was his altar, the betrayal stings like thistles to an eviscerated heart. My alreadyshatteredheart. Yes, I opened the door by allowing a one-night stand to occur, but he indulged me withthree days.
I had an intense, emotional, and physical experience that most women fantasize about or cannot even fathom.Gather your bearings, Luxxie. Take it slow.
“Cool your heels.”
“What?” he utters, and I love the way he says that too.
“Hey, if you can saycuppa, I can say what I say.” Running a finger over the velvety, chocolate petal, I mutter, “I forgive you, but you’re still not in my good graces. Now, what you have to do is tell me . . .” My voice crashes like glass on the ground as a plethora of emotions washes over me.
It shouldn’t have hurt so bad, his rejection. I mean, we’ve only known each other for about two and half weeks.
I’m having second thoughts when Victor catches my mouth in a light searching kiss. Body surging toward me, he leans into the room. As my towel falls, hot, rough hands draw goose pimples over my flesh. His thumb flicks over my hardened nub. He reaches down, kissing the ache there.
As he caresses my tongue with his own, I groan, “I want you so bad.”
Victor climbs over the windowsill. His loafers are agile, moving through the sitting area, and I’m placed in bed with his bulky frame crushing down on top of me.
“Vic,” I call out to him.
“Don’t say no.” He scoots down to the ground, lips brushing over my clit. “Little One . . .”
“No, Vic.”
“I. Said. Don’t. Say. No.”
There’s insistence. Desperation.
Okay, maybe the latter’s wishful thinking, as I’ve fallen for the dubious doctor.