It wasn’t that I thought myself irresistible and one night with me would turn a man obsessed, but I couldn’t think of any other logical reason as to why he was here.
This man was dangerous for my health. Every inch of him—dark hair, three-piece suit poured over a strapping frame, cocksure swagger—had me salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs. His mannerism screamed alpha, his gaze held dark secrets, his lips promised naughty desires, and his deep voice—like the crack of a whip—emphasized why he was calledMaster.
“Well, hello to you too, Miss Hill,” he said smoothly. “Your mother is a business associate of mine. Imagine my surprise when I walked in here and found your face splattered across the portraits in the foyer.”
Oh, that made a lot of sense.
What didn’t make sense, however, was how his hands still grasped my waist and how I gravitated closer to him like he was the centre of my universe.
“What a small world.” Trepidation filled my chest cavity. My goodness, he was so handsome with a black tie and… “Hey—that’s my pin!”
Zeno released me when I attempted to steal back my pearl barrette.
His mischievous wink hit me below the belt and I was ashamed to admit how many times I lay awake at night, touching myself to the thought of him and all his dirty commands.
“Finders keepers, Darla. You left me a souvenir after our night together and I kept it. It’s mine now.”
The reminder of how I left that night left a sour taste in my mouth. “I’m sorry for leaving in such a haste. I wish I’d stayed longer.”
The romantic part of me wanted to safeguard my first time for marriage—for the man I fell in love with—but the horny, needy part of me? It would have liked nothing more than to let Zeno fuck me like an animal while whispering all sorts of naughty threats in my ears.
His index finger under my chin tipped my face upwards. “Did you?”
“Yes.”
Zeno leaned down like he was going to kiss me but hovered a hairbreadth away. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I first tasted you.” His tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip and I released a soft exhale. “Your smell. Your taste. The way you called me Master. You’re etched in me.”
It took a few seconds for me to gather my wits. Those words reverberated inside my skull, and I swallowed hard. “I bet you say that to all the girls, eh?”
He laughed harshly and the sound was so self-deprecating, I was surprised.
“I wish that were the case.” His thumb stroked my cheek. “You’re under my skin, baby, and I have a bad feeling I won’t rest easy until I’ve had you.”
“You already had me.”
“Not completely. Not in the way that allows me to possess you mind, body, and soul.” Zeno’s deep, sexy voice penetrated through my last resolve. “If you let me, I’ll give your pussy a real reason to be wet before I wipe it clean with my tongue.”
Lust slammed into me so profoundly, my thong dampened. I forgot all about my shitty day at work and fell under his spell. “My room is the first door on the right.”
Zeno pounced on me.
One second there was a sheet’s space between us.
The next second he was crushing it all with his impatient mouth.
Zeno kissed like a man on the brink of war—desperately, passionately, all-consumingly—and tasted like everything sinful under God’s holy sun.
I moaned, my fingers digging into his hair as our tongues met like long-lost lovers.
Zeno picked me up in one big swoop like he bench-pressed twice my weight on the daily. His hands dived under my pale yellow skirt. Groaning, he grabbed my ass cheeks in a rough squeeze and aligned his erection against my core, grinding hard.
“More.” I gasped into our lip-lock, tightening my legs around his waist.
“There she is.” He peppered my neck with scouring kisses. “There’s my brave, bold girl. Tell me what you need and you can have it all, baby.”
I was so horny, I wasn’t even thinking straight. “You. I want you, Zeno.”
Wordlessly, he carried me to my room without breaking stride. Kissing me so intimately for a man who claimed he didn’t kiss.