“Why?”
He moved forward and towered over me. “I’m keeping them until next time.”
“Lorik,” I lightly pushed against his chest, “there’s not going to be a next time.”
His lips curved into a grin. “We’ll see.” Those dark eyes of his glanced down at my mouth, and he licked his lips like he was dying to taste me again.Iwas dying to tastehimagain. It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes since he fucked me into the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I was already craving more.
He stepped closer, and I knew I should have stepped back, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. His gaze had me pinned right there on the spot, and I was unable to tear myself away from him.Why? Because I don’t want to.
With a leisurely stroke, he moved his hand up my side, over the swell of my breast, and I was just standing there, not even attempting to move. His gaze followed the movement of his hand while his fingertip circled my nipple, and all I could do was stare at his face, watch as his hunger for me intensified with every passing second.
He looked up at me, and the instant our eyes met, something incredibly intense passed between us, a startling yet amazing moment that caused my heart to flutter inside my chest and my core to tighten.
What the hell is happening?
Lorik reached up, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back, exposing my throat.
“What are you doing?” I swallowed hard.
“Shhh.” When I felt his warm lips and wet tongue against my skin, kissing up my throat, I whimpered. My body demanded more. There was no way I could control it, the need he so expertly stirred in me. It was no use pretending this man didn’t have some kind of hold over my body and my mind. Every touch, every kiss, every moment with him was deep, passionate, and extremely dangerous.
The way I felt around him scared and excited me at the same time. Scared because he made me feel things I had no business feeling. Excited becauseholy shit, it was wild and reckless and everything I craved.
With his lips kissing up and down my neck, his warm breath dancing across my skin, I couldn’t care less that I was breaking another rule. I was the daughter of a notorious mafia boss. He was the cop with a huge sign around his neck saying “forbidden in every goddamn way.” He was out to destroy my father, to bring down our family, yet here I was allowing him to kiss me after he had already fucked me within an inch of my life.
He licked against the skin of my throat, and I grabbed his shoulders to keep myself from falling into a puddle of lust. Everything he did—the way he touched me, kissed me, the way he moved against me—felt like he had already taken ownership of me, and I’d given it to him. Willingly.
Right now, it didn’t feel like I had a choice since my body’s desire for him was far stronger than my need to fight him. In fact, I didn’t want to fight him…unless he asked me to, in the sexiest, kinkiest way possible.
“You smell so good,” he whispered while he traced his nose up the side of my neck, his grip tightening. He moved his mouth across my jaw until his lips were hovering over mine. “But you taste even better.” He took my mouth with his, and I expected him to kiss me hard, to ravish my mouth—but he didn’t. Instead, his lips moved gently, our tongues lapping against one another. I could feel his warm breath against my lips and still smelled a hint of the alcohol he had earlier. All the while he continued to tease me, gradually coaxing me into surrender, leaving me without the strength to fight it.
His wild spice scent wafted over me, and mixed with the smell of sex that was swirling around us, it was intoxicating. My body was no longer mine—it was his. He had already claimed it, and he was about to claim it again. Within the span of a few hours, he had become like a drug to me, like cocaine, and all I wanted to do was get high on him over and over and over again.
But I couldn’t. This had already gone too far.
“Lorik.” I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip behind my neck. “We can’t,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. The need inside me was too strong. It was overthrowing every rational thought, weakening my resolve to stop this from going any further. It felt too good…hefelt too damn good.
“Oh, yes, we can, princess.” His tongue traced the outline of my lips while his other hand moved up the inside of my thigh. “Don’t fool yourself by thinking this was only a one-time deal. Wearegoing to fuck again. Do you know why, Karina?”
I closed my eyes as his lips moved from mine, up my jaw.
“Why?”
He pressed his lips against my ear. “Because your pussy was made for me.” He slid a finger between my legs, finding my entrance, and I moaned while my legs weakened. I felt his mouth curve into a smile against my cheek.
“You see, Karina? I fucked you less than an hour ago, and you’re already soaking wet for me again.” He pushed a finger inside me, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders, spreading my legs wider. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock inside you again.” He continued to work his finger in and out of me. “Tell me you don’t want to have me inside you while you come.”
“Lorik.” I breathed, and I moaned when he pulled his finger out of me. Chills wracked through my body when I heard the sound of his zipper. God, the anticipation and desire threatened to incinerate me into nothing but ash. My body longed to be completely consumed by him, to belong to him just one more time. I was sure my body would be able to survive on his touch alone. Screw water and fuck food when you could have Lorik for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
He grabbed my waist, pulled me hard against him, and jerked my leg up. His gaze locked on mine while he reached between us, hunger swirling around his dark irises.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
The tip of his cock slipped through my slit, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips in search of more.
He dragged his cock all the way to my entrance. “Or you can tell me to fuck you.”
“Lorik, please.”