He watches my every move with those dark eyes that fascinate me. They’re not black but so very brown, and when I stare into them, I feel like I could get lost in them.
But I can’t allow that to happen. I need to be on my toes. Which is going to be hard as hell when he puts his hands on me.
“Take your shirt off.”
The rasp in his voice makes my sex clench and my lungs seize. But I decided on a strategy before I came here tonight and I need to stick to it.
I shrug, as if it means nothing. “Sure. But I want the file first. Then I’ll do whatever you want.”
He doesn’t seem surprised by my demand. In fact, he must have anticipated me. He deliberately turns to look at a point behind me. When I follow his gaze, I see a plain manila envelope on a bench set against the wall.
The piece of furniture hadn’t caught my eye before, but now I notice it’s not a bench. It’s a table, upholstered in black leather. Iron rings that match the ones on the bed dot the legs and make it clear what it is supposed to be used for.
I’ve never seen anything like it. A piece of furniture created solely for sex.
“Are you a sex addict?”
He laughs and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a sexier sound in my life. It’s deep and husky and it lights up every single one of my nerve endings.
My eyes widen and I snap my lips closed, which makes his grin turn wicked.
“No, I’m not. I just enjoy…certain things.”
I can barely breathe and I force air into my lungs. “Like what?”
His expression sharpens, becomes more intense, and my heart pounds against my ribs. “Things I’m not sure you’re ready for.”
He’s treating me like a child and that puts my back up. I’m not inexperienced.
Yeah, but you’re nowhere near his league, either.
And I realize how stupid it is to be arguing with myself about how much sex I’ve had compared to him.
I shrug, determined to put it out of my mind, and walk to the bench. Picking up the file, I leaf through the five pages, though I’m not quite sure what all’s supposed to be in it. My dad had given me only a rough idea of what I’d been looking for.
The file is more papers like the one he’d already given me, spreadsheets with numbers and symbols.
But… “How do I know these aren’t fake?”
“You don’t.”
Which means I have to trust him. Which I don’t. Not about this.
But I do trust him with my body. And if that isn’t fucked up, I don’t know what is.
Our gazes lock and I have to make up my mind. If I walk out now, I have no doubt he’ll let me go. But I’ll go without the file.
But I don’t want to go.
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I pull it up over my head and set it and the file back on the bench. Then I unbutton my jeans and shove them down, toeing off my sneakers at the same time.
I stand in front of him in a pair of cotton panties and a plain cotton bra. I need him to know this isn’t a booty call. This is business.
And yeah, maybe I need to believe that myself just a little more.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me for a second, and when I turn from the bench after setting my jeans on it, I realize he’s moving. Not fast but I’m startled because I hadn’t heard him coming.
It only takes him a few more steps to reach me and I hold my ground until he’s barely centimeters away. Now I’m staring at his broad chest, wanting to take a bite out of his pecs.
I have never craved anyone or anything in my life the way I crave him.
Why? Is it simply because of the situation? The danger? The fact that he should be the last person I want to fuck?
Is it simple chemistry? I don’t know this man at all.
And I want to.
I open my mouth to speak but he covers my mouth with his and kisses me.
More like devours, like he’s been starving for me for weeks and can’t get enough now that he has me.
His lips force mine open and his tongue invades, tangling with mine, forcing me to respond. He tastes hot and dark and foreign. Enticing. Drugging.
Every one of my muscles threatens to go limp but I know I can’t. I can’t let him completely dominate me.
I reach for his shoulders as I open my mouth wider and tilt my head to give him more access. His hands wrap around my hips and lift me off my feet and then we’re moving. Without thought, I wrap my legs around his waist and move my hands from his shoulders to his hair, winding the strands around my fingers.
His mouth demands my attention, but now his hands move to my ass, squeezing and molding, the heat of his skin burning against mine.
He kisses me like he’s trying to consume me and I let him because I want him to. The past two days since I walked out of this house haven’t cooled my lust for him. Time has only stoked it.
I came tonight with a couple of purposes but right now, I can only think about one.
Getting naked with him.
I feel him lower me to the bed, feel the cool sheets against my back. I moan into his mouth as he crushes me into the mattress, his mouth slanting over mine at a different angle, his lips hard and demanding as he drags my underwear down my legs.
He’s still fully dressed and his jeans rub against my thighs, warm and slightly rough. His t-shirt is butter-soft but his chest is a solid mass of muscle against my breasts and I rub against him like a cat. My breasts ache, nipples so tight I want him to pinch them, bite them, anything to ease the tension.
But the tension runs all through my body and I know only one thing will make it better.
I run my hands down his back to the hem of his shirt, grabbing it and pulling it up. I want it off, want to feel his naked skin against mine. Every other time with him has been rushed, a frenzied act between two people starved for each other.
This time, it doesn’t have to be that way.
But Aiden seems to be caught up in the rush. Or maybe he just wants to use me and I’m ascribing too much emotion to a man who holds the key to the plot against my father.
As if he’s sensed the change in my mood, he pulls away and stares down at me.
His hair falls around my face like a curtain and I want to rub my cheek against it, but his dark gaze holds mine captive.
“Where did you go?”
I shake my head, forcing myself to recite the only reason I’m here. I need answers. Anything else is fantasy and that’s dangerous.
“I’m right here.”
His gaze narrows slightly. “No, I lost you for a second.”
“I didn’t know it was a requirement that I participate.”
He doesn’t like that. I can tell by the way his lips flatten into a straight line. But in the next second, he’s already decided how to deal with me.
“It’s not.” The arrogance of his voice is offset somewhat by the heat in his eyes. “But we both know you want to. So why not let yourself go? I’m the only one who’ll know.”
“I’ll know.”
He pauses for several moments before he pushes to his knees above me. I release his shirt that I’d had bunched in my hands, letting them fall to my sides. My lungs get tighter with each breath, aching with the effort.
I have no idea what he’s going to do. I’m still so turned on that if he unzips his pants and takes me right now, I’ll still get off. Even though I know it’s wrong.
He watches me for several long seconds, as if trying to decide how to handle me. Then he reaches behind him and drags his shirt over his head with one hand. My mouth dries as I’m faced with his bare chest.
Jesus, the man is built. Not jacked up like a muscle thug, but toned and tight and—
Oh my god, I’m afraid I’m going to drool.
And when his hands drop to his jeans and flick open the button, I suck in my bottom lip and bite down hard so I can’t.
“Want to give me a hand?”
My gaze snaps to his and I swear there’s a glint of dar
k humor lurking there. Yes, he’s taunting me but… He’s not being malicious.
The damn man is seducing me. And I want to cry foul.
But I reach for him, grab the zipper tab and pull. I go slow, so there’s no chance I’ll damage anything…important. The hard thrust of his erection means I have to work a little harder but finally I have it all the way down and his cock pushes out over the waistband of his underwear.
I can’t tear my gaze away as he shoves jeans and underwear to his knees, baring the entire shaft to my gaze. He’s so hard, when he leans over, it lies almost flat against his abs.
I wrap my right hand around him without conscious thought and I stroke him, my grip tight and my motion rough. He doesn’t complain. His jaw clenches and his gaze drops to watch as his hands clench into fists at his side.
Rising up on one elbow, I continue my motion, watching his face carefully. I’ve gained a bit of an advantage but I know it’s only because he’s allowed me to. And I don’t know if that’s because he knew I needed some control or if he simply wanted me to put my hands on him.
Either way, it doesn’t matter now. I’ve come too far. I want him, any way I can get him.
I increase my speed, the skin of his thick cock velvet-soft against my palm. I hear his breathing speed up as well, and want to steal even more of his control.
Pulling my upper body off the bed, I’m close enough to put my mouth on his cock. So I do, enclosing the head between my lips and sucking on him.
I hear him groan out a rough curse then his hands sink into my hair and hold me close.
I could lose myself in this, sucking his cock, making him even harder, but he only allows me a couple minutes to curl my tongue around the head then flatten against the shaft as I take him deeper. Then he pulls me away and his mouth is on mine again.
This time, his kiss is a harsh demand, an order to comply.
I give him what he wants, letting my head fall back into his hands. But in the next second, he’s lifting me and flipping me onto my knees. I gasp at the sudden reversal but my ass presses back as his knees urge my thighs wider. A few seconds follow and I know he’s covering himself with a condom, which just jacks my lust higher.
Because I know he’s going to fuck me soon.
My chest lowers to the bed, giving him more access to my sex, and then he slides the tip of his cock between my pussy lips.
I suck in a breath in advance of his first thrust, knowing I’m going to need it.
Because when he finally slides home…
I shudder, pressing my ass back at him as if I can get him deeper. I’m not sure I can. The heat of his thighs burns against my ass and the thickness of his cock stretches me wide. He’s holding still at the moment but I know he wants to move. He’s waiting for something but I don’t know what.
I wriggle my hips back against him and that must be the sign he wants. Groaning, he begins to move, each thrust pushing me forward so that I have to dig my hands into the mattress to stay put.
One of his hands grips my hip hard while the other slips up my back, flicking open my bra, and landing on my shoulder to pull me back against him each time he thrusts.
I lose myself in the motion, in the heat created by our bodies and the ever-increasing desire that threatens to take me down.
But I need something more, something I can’t ask for because it would reveal too much. I bite my tongue and turn my face to the side, eyes closed as I try not to give away more than I’m willing.
But Aiden won’t let me get away with that.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he takes us both to our sides, dragging my leg over his thigh and opening me wide, letting him go deeper. His other arm curls around my shoulders, hand splaying over my heart before his other hand slides between my legs. His fingers tweak my clit as his mouth fastens onto the tender part of my neck and he nips at me, causing me to shake.
But I can’t move; he’s got me wrapped so tightly against him. I can only let him have me and hope to hell there’s something left of me for myself when he’s done.
Chapter Eight
Aiden
I feel Olivia go slack in my arms and lust mixes with a sense of victory.
She’s mine. She’s giving herself over to me and I’m not letting her go.
Not ever.
To be continued…
DEVASTATED will release August 3.
This summer, follow the love story of Aiden and Olivia.
Revenge has never been sexier.
Lust has never been hotter.
Betrayal has never been more heartbreaking.
How do you fall in love with the man who wants to destroy your family?
Quite easily, when he’s Aiden Knight.
CAPTIVATED
COMPLICATED
DEVASTATED
CONSUMMATED
Stephanie Julian
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