“Open.”
She didn’t. In fact, she forced her mouth closed and tried to pull her face away from me.
“Tatum, stop being so fucking stubborn and just open your goddamn mouth.”
“No,” she whispered.
A tear slipped down her face, and I placed my thumb over it when I started squeezing her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth.
“I swear to God, woman, do not test my patience. Now open your fucking mouth.”
I gripped harder and poured the champagne over her lips. She swallowed, but half of it spilled out on the sides, trickling down her chin and neck. My eyes caught the movement of a few droplets, and I watched it slowly trickle down her chest all the way to her nipple until it ran dry. My tongue wanted to lap it up, suck every goddamn drop off her body. She was helpless and wouldn’t be able to do a goddamn thing about it if I decided to drink an entire fucking bottle of champagne off her. I could do to her whatever the fuck I wanted, and she couldn’t do shit about it. I’d never taken a woman against her will, nor did I want to. But her? This entire goddamn game just kept on feeding, taunting, and teasing every ounce of desire I had for the darkness, for the forbidden. And God knew she had forbidden stamped all over her.
Fuck. It made my cock hard, thinking about how vulnerable she was.
When the glass was empty, I loosened my grip on her cheeks and moved my fingers down to clutch her chin. “Being stubborn will only make this harder on you.”
“Fuck you.” Droplets of champagne spewed out of her mouth while her tired blue eyes glared at me.
Good God, I loved her fight. It made me want to test her agility by bending her forward, spreading her legs as wide as her body would allow before I sank my cock inside her, slowly stretching her while her inner walls pulled me in deeper.
I’m so fucked.
I brushed my thumb lightly over her full, tempting lips. “Keep fighting me, little mouse. Keep fighting me until your last goddamn breath. It makes me want this so much more.”
Her eyes remained focused on mine, but she didn’t say a word as I pressed my thumb harder against her lips.
I leaned closer. “You need to realize that no matter how hard you fight me, how difficult you try to make this entire process, I will achieve my goal.”
“And what is your goal, exactly?”
For a second, I glanced down at the spot on her nipple where I knew the drop of champagne stopped, then looked back up at her.
“To make you pay.”
If she was pale before, she wasSnow Whiteright now.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I had nothing to do with Carlo’s death?”
“As many times as you want, but it won’t change a damn thing.”
My hand inched over her jaw, down her neck. Her skin was soft beneath my fingertips, like silk. And when I felt the vein in her neck pulse to the rhythm of her heart against my palm, a lightning bolt of extreme, dangerous desire shot down my spine, causing my cock to ache like a motherfucker. It was like my body had a will of its own, defying my mind around every fucking turn when it came to this woman.
Down and down, my hand inched, my eyes already focused on the destination. Supple, round, slightly more than a palmful-sized breast with a pretty pink nipple begging to be tugged, squeezed, and pinched.
“Are you wondering how many times your brother sucked them?”
My eyes shot up to meet hers, which were cold and hard as she stared at my face.
“The first time I stood in front of him naked, he stared at my breasts the exact same way you are now.”
My heart stammered, and my lungs deflated as a rush of air escaped me.
“He told me that I had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. And that night, he sucked them both until they were swollen and red.”
As if she managed to ignite a goddamn inferno beneath her skin, I pulled my hand away from her like touching her had burned my palm.
“What are you doing?” I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what kind of game she was trying to play.