If I saved my family, it would destroy me. If I didn’t do anything, it would ruin them.
My knuckles turned white from my grip on the countertop, but the stab of pain was the only sensation in my body, making me still feel I was there, not drifting away into darkness.
The door behind me clicked closed, snapping my head up, my eyes staring at the reflection in the mirror.
His hazel eyes preyed on me through the glass, his broad shoulders set wide, his expression severe. Turbulent. Primal. Dominant.
I stared back at him. Raw need skated over my skin, pulsing in my core. He was my anchor, pulling me back from the brink.
“I know you asked me to stay away from you.” Raspy, his voice battered against my resolve.
I didn’t answer. It didn’t matter. We both knew he should walk right back out the door. This was wrong. But I no longer cared. This was far too fierce and consuming to ignore.
He was leaving. And I was going to have to choose my cage.
“Spencer…” He rumbled my name, his eyes shredding through the glass, burning into me.
Everything shut off in my brain. No thoughts or voices telling me I was wrong. Tomorrow my world was going to collapse, whichever way I chose…right now I just wanted him. One moment of happiness. One moment just for me.
“I can’t stay awa—”
“Shut up,” I breathed, whirling around. My body collided into him, my mouth finding his. There was a moment he didn’t respond, a statue against my assault, like he was still trying to fight it…fight us. But I felt the moment it all snapped, his control shattering, his lips crushing against mine. Hungry. Savage. Stealing the air from my lungs in a gasp. Making me feel alive, ravenous, and wild.
All things I never felt with Theo.
The bomb inside me detonated, incinerating me in violent flames. His hands clutched my face, knotting through my hair roughly, his tongue parting my lips, deepening the kiss and creating a frenzy in me.
Desperate. Feral.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands dropping to my waist, lifting me. Fighting the layers of the ridiculous dress, my legs wrapped around his hips, his erection pushing against his trousers into my knickers.
A sound of need vibrated in my throat. He spun us around, my spine ramming into the door with delicious pain as our mouths consumed each other with frantic demand. Everything we had been holding back gushed out with a force of a hurricane, one that would level anything trying to impede us.
He rolled his hips into me, parting my lips with a groan.
“Shite. We shouldn’t do this.” He nipped at my throat, biting into the sensitive spot. He pulled back, staring into my eyes. “Tell me to stop. To walk away now.”
I stared at him.
“Spencer.” My name was a plea, telling me he didn’t have the power to do it himself.
This was my last warning. A line we could not come back from.
The thought of him walking out of this room, to never know how he felt, to let go of this moment with him, had me more desperate than the thought of being caught.
“No.” My thighs clamped his waist, moving against him, my nails raked down his white shirt, ripping it open, the buttons crackling as they hit the tile floor.
Bloody hell…
I had seen Lennox’s chest before, his ripped abs and built chest. Not bulky like a bodybuilder, but enough so you knew he spent a lot of time in the gym and could take on any danger, pulverize any threat. But seeing it before was different; now I could touch.
I bit down on my lip, my hands greedy to finally feel him, memorize every inch of his physique with my fingers.
He huffed through his nose, brutal desire flaring his gaze.
Undoing his bowtie, I slid my hands over his shoulder, pushing his jacket and shirt off him, the fabric smacking the floor, yanking off his ear com with it, cutting him off from the outside. My hands glided down his bare torso, my nails trailing over the tattoo on his arm and side, stopping on the one on his bicep.
A daisy.
I knew his sister’s name had been Daisy.
“Is this…?” I traced the flower, petals peeling off the flower turned into teardrops as they fell. All around it was more geometrical shapes that made it stand out like a framed picture.
“We are not talking about my tattoos right now.” His mouth captured mine. Ravenous, our lips moved together, nipping, biting, demanding, almost painfully, turning up the intensity.
His fingers dug into my scalp, his lips parting my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, devouring me in flames as his cock throbbed hard against me, wanting in.
God, yes.
Lust burned away my pain and exhaustion, my body feeling more alive than it ever had.
“Lennox,” I pleaded his name, my hands working the button of his pants, pushing between his hot skin and his boxer briefs. His size was already breaking free of his briefs, demanding my touch. My hand wrapped around him, feeling him pulse and grow harder in my palm.
Damn. He was impressive, making me even more desperate for him.
“Bugger all,” he hissed out, his hands slamming into the wall by my head, leaning me harder into the door. I loved how he felt, the power I felt in touching him, making his chest claw for air as I continued to stroke and explore him. “Jesus…Spencer…” He gritted his teeth.
I wanted more. I wanted him inside me.
I slid my hands to his trousers, pushing them down his hips. His gaze jolted up to mine. Untamed.
Hunting.
“Say it,” he demanded. Dominant. Assertive. But I knew he was the kind of alpha who would step back and let me take the lead when I wanted to.
But right then, I didn’t want to.
“I want you to say it.” He pressed me into the door, the feel of him rubbing against my knickers making me cry out with pleasure. “Be sure this is what you want.”
“You.” I curved into him. “I want you to fuck me.”
A deep growl filled the room as he pulled back from the door, my feet hitting the floor. He flipped me around, flattening my chest into the surface. The sound of the dress zipper echoed through the room, the puffy thing dropping to the ground, leaving me only in my knickers.
The fact that no bra could be worn with this dress didn’t go unnoticed; air hissed through his teeth as his hands skimmed down my back. I gasped as he shredded the nylons I had been forced to wear from my legs, tossing them to the side like there were nothing more than cobwebs.
“Much better.” His fingers skated over my hips, slowly dragging my panties down, lighting every nerve ending. He swore under his breath, his hands gliding down the back of my legs as he went down on his knees.
My heart thudded as his fingers dug into my thighs, spreading my legs, tilting me forward, opening me to him.
The rush of being exposed, vulnerable, spiked my breath.
“Bloody hell.” He growled again. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, to have you on my tongue.” His lips grazed the back of my thigh, biting, his tongue soothing over the bite mark.
A sound came up my throat, voices of people outside the door pressing into my ear, rising the adrenaline shaking my limbs. We could be found at any moment. Press, nobles, and celebrities were just on the other side of this door.
His tongue licked down, finding my core. “You taste so bloody good.”
“Oh god,” I wheezed, gripping the wall.
Slipping two fingers inside me, he parted my legs wider, pumping them in then out before his tongue slipped deep inside me.