I want to be delirious from his cock, and to make matters worse, I know he would absolutely surpass every one of my expectations if I let him.
God?
I don’t even get to finish that thought before he’s walking towards me, a sinfully dark smirk on his face.
The black suit does nothing but darken his aura. Zade is Hades, stepping out from the underworld and wreaking havoc on my quiet little life. The wicked scar cutting through his nearly-white eye, with his other nearly-black eye is a combination that could only be forged in Hell.
It’s just not fucking fair.
“You’re fucking magnificent,” he growls as he stalks towards me, his shiny shoes reflecting the moonlight. His voice is deeper than normal—smokier. Deadlier.
It’s only when his hand rises towards my face that I notice the single red rose in his hand. He slips the flower behind my curls, biting back a smile as he does.
I hold my breath. I feel just like a mouse caught in a trap, with my predator licking his lips, ready to eat me alive.
Before I can open my mouth, he’s pressing into me and grabbing my trench coat, wrenching it apart and down my arms. I gasp, both shocked by his actions and the cold licking against my skin.
“What the he—”
“You wore the dress I bought you,” he interrupts, his mismatched eyes roving over the entirety of my body.
I swallow and give him a look. “I wore it out of convenience. I hate dress shopping.”
He barely acknowledges me—we both know that’s not why I wore it—and focuses his attention on every inch of my body. Flames lap at his pupils as the heat in his gaze intensifies.
My coat dangles in his hand, and I glare at it, willing it to magically appear back on my body.
A cold sweat breaks out across my forehead. I feel exposed, and the way he’s looking at me is searing me from the inside out.
I’m just… really fucking uncomfortable right now.
I hold my hand out expectantly. “Are you done holding my coat hostage? I’m freezing.”
His eyes finally draw back to my own. A shiver snakes down my spine, slithering against my shot nerve endings.
God, the way he’s looking at me should be fucking illegal.
Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates.
“The hell are you doing, Zade?”
The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast.
“Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat.
Swallowing, I slide my hand from his. “What if I don’t want one? I would say no.”
Slowly, he drags his eyes up to mine, and the intensity of his stare has me questioning why I just can’t be agreeable for once. It would save time and spare me from his smooth lines that never cease to fail. At least not completely.
Maybe I’m just addicted to the fear and excitement he awakens in me when he looks at me… just like that.
Like the beast readying to consume its prey, painfully slow. And I hope he does go slow. Drags out the torture of being caught between Zade's teeth.
His hand drifts slowly up past my chest, gently grazing his fingers across the column of my neck. And then, in an instant, his hand is snapping around my throat, gripping tight.
I gasp, my eyes widening as his lip curls into a sinister smile.
“I can put a collar around this pretty neck of yours instead. Then you wouldn’t have the option to say no. You would just be my good little girl that does whatever your master says. Would you like that better, baby?”