His chuckle resonated in the dense space, pushing my heartrate even higher.
“Please, let me hear it.Eres hermosa cuando estas enojada.”
“Stop speaking in Spanish, even though it’s sexy as hell.” My admission garnered a husky growl deep from within him, his actions entirely predatory. I closed my eyes, the sensual sound floating over my shoulders, sliding into the drain along with the rest of my sanity.
“I said you are very beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed, sliding his lips over my throat to my ear, nipping my earlobe before pressing the tip of his tongue into the shell.
Exhaling, I closed my eyes, no longer able to say I was innocent of dark, dangerous hunger threatening to overwhelm me.
I wanted this man. There was little I could do about it, my body’s reaction taking control. He was far too sexy.
Dangerous.
Tempting.
Dominating.
And I felt myself falling into the quicksand with no way out. When he brushed his lips across mine, I thought I’d recoil by instinct. Instead, I softened my touch against his chest, caressing his skin, running my fingers over his sculpted abdomen.
“I don’t want this,” I added, trying to ignore the way his throbbing cock was pushed into my stomach.
But I did.
“You can’t get enough, my beautiful creature. Can you? Just like my mind is filled with all the nasty things I long to do to your body.”
“You’re a horrible man,” I said boldly, although there was no conviction in my voice, just a hint of languishing desire.
My body shifted involuntarily, leaning into him as my back arched. The moment I parted my lips, he slipped his tongue inside, taking his time exploring the dark recesses while I allowed myself to touch every inch of his chest. The act was intimate, tender, which was another surprise. I’d never expected a man of his nature to desire to be anything but rough, taking a woman then tossing her aside after fulfilling his satisfaction.
I’d also never imagined a man could touch my soul with his words while not having one himself. The dichotomy made being with him that much more exciting.
“Yes, I am, but that attracts you even more. You want me,” he added as he pulled away a few inches, his chest rising and falling.
“Never.”
“I love it when you lie to me.”
There was a tenderness, a closeness in the moment of passion I hadn’t expected, but I sensed the beast had already been lured from his lair. He licked across the seam of my mouth before fisting my hair at the scalp, tugging my head until the length of my neck was exposed.
As he whispered other words in Spanish, I was pulled into a sweet lull, allowing the fingers of one hand to slide down his chest, curling my fingers around his cockhead.
He raked his teeth down the side of my neck with another low, sultry growl. “Are you trying to tease me, my kitten?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you crave the danger, but if you are, you should be wary of the outcome.”
I stared into his eyes, realizing mine were unfocused, but the shimmer in his was a powerful draw, guiding me into another taste of his world. I remained lightheaded, slightly dizzy as I pumped his shaft, squeezing until he moaned from the friction I created.
“A very bad girl. I’m going to need to fuck that out of you, although I’m not certain that will happen.”
How had this man enticed me to the point I could barely breathe? As the steam rose between us, he captured my mouth once again, plunging his tongue deep inside. However, the moment of breathless passion was short lived as his needs increased.
He pulled away, biting down on my chin before shifting his head to my neck, wrapping his lips around my pulse of life. Was this a reminder that he had my entire world in the palm of his hand, my safety and livelihood, my future as unexpected as this moment?
When he lifted his head, he rolled his fingers down my chest, flicking his index finger back and forth across my nipple. “What do you crave, Sierra? Tell me your darkest desire, the yearning that had kept you awake at night.”
I trembled in his hold, unable to put the dark fantasies into the right words. Why should I trust him? Why should I dare allow him to know anything about me when for all I knew, he would use it against me?