Walking past her, he went straight to his whiskey stand and poured them both a small glass. He didn’t say a word as he moved back to her. She still stood in his corridor. Placing the glass in her hand, he stared at her, waiting.
She took a sip, wrinkled her nose, and downed the rest.
Smiling, he took the glass from her and moved toward his kitchen, putting them in the sink. He gripped the edge of the counter, realizing he had two options here. One, leave her alone and allow her to become accustomed to what was happening, while getting blue balls in the process. The second, go out and see if his suspicions were correct.
He stared at the wall ahead of him.
This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t a nice man. To get what he wanted and where he was, he’d hurt people, and he had no remorse about that.
Slamming his hand down on the edge of the kitchen sink, he then moved out to where she still stood.
She looked at him, and he kept his gaze on her.
Time stood still.
Choices.
He closed the distance, sinking his fingers into her hair. He didn’t talk, tilted her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.
She gasped and as she stepped back, he followed, pinning her up against the wall. He lifted her hands, pressing them either side of her head. Tracing his tongue across her bottom lip, he heard her moan and he shoved his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. He swallowed down her moan, teasing her.
Locking both of her hands above her head in his tight grip, he slowly teased a finger down her body, stroking across her beaded nipple. She was aroused.
He moved down to cup between her thighs. The jeans she wore got in the way. Popping the button open, he shoved his hand inside her panties and finally touched her to find her soaking wet.
Rose cried out, pulling away from the kiss. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He pressed two fingers inside her, watching as she cried out again.
His decision was made as her eyes closed, her mouth went open, and another sound of pleasure was emitted. Pulling his hand from her pussy, he bent down, pressed his shoulder against her stomach, and lifted her in his arms.
She gripped his ass. “What are you doing?”
Again, words were never good. People always said too much. In his line of work, he’d learned he found out more about a person from what they didn’t say. After kicking open the doors to his bedroom, he placed her on the floor. Before she could even complain, he gripped the edge of her shirt and tore it open. Buttons sprayed across the room. He tugged the offending fabric off her arms, depositing it on the floor.
Next were her jeans. The button was already open. Kneeling down in front of her, he pulled them down her thighs. She released a gasp but didn’t complain as he offered her a hand to step right out of them.
He pulled his knife from his pocket, slid the blade between her skin and the fabric of her panties, and cut. Her bra was his next victim. She stood before him naked.
With his gaze still on her, only breaking as he removed his shirt, followed by the rest of his clothes.
Now, with only a small gap between them, they were completely naked, and he watched her, to see if he’d pushed too far. There was shock but also arousal.
Rose liked to be controlled. She may deny it, but he saw something within her gaze that he was more than willing to work with.
End of sample chapter
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