Seduced by a Dangerous Man

by Cleo Peitsche

  He leaned away, but his hands held me against the wall. I was his captive as surely as I had been the weekend we met, and if he’d let me go, I still couldn’t have walked away.

  “That didn’t help anything,” he said with a sneering curl of his lips. There was a fierce anger in him now, and it was like a cold shower. He wanted my body, but he hated me. I saw it in the narrowing of his eyes, the subtle lift of his chin.

  “No one asked you to do it,” I said. My breath came in fast, needy gasps.

  The sneer turned into a snarl. “I changed my mind. I have no apologies for your boyfriend.” He yanked my jeans open, pulled them down an inch and slid a hand down into the waistband, under the elastic of my panties. I was breathless even before he sank two fingers into my wet channel.

  I whimpered, lost.

  “You’ve already cheated on him,” Corbin said. “You let me kiss you. Let me penetrate you. You don’t want me to stop. Unless you use your safe word, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you forget his name.” He used his free hand to yank down my jeans, and never mind that the grommets scratched against my buttocks, that the unforgiving denim scraped my skin.

  “You are mine, Audrey. You were from the moment I saved your life, and I’m quite capable of playing dirty to keep you.”

  If I were a better woman, I might have taken a moment to tell Corbin that there wasn’t anyone else. It was clear now that whatever had changed, his desire for me wasn’t one of the casualties.

  But the part of me that wasn’t churning with pent-up sexual frustration was pissed that he could just saunter back into my life after all this time, after how he’d acted, and expect to have me.

  So yeah, I kept my mouth shut about the truth. It wouldn’t hurt anything to leave him twisting in the wind a bit longer, and if he planned to fuck me and leave again, then maybe it was better if I had that extra bit of protection.

  While I’d been thinking about coming clean, Corbin had been busy. My jeans were around my knees. He’d made a mess of pulling down my panties, and they were half twisted around themselves on one side. It was a bit unsettling to see Corbin like this, wildness in his eyes, breathing heavily, his face flushed dark red.

  He pushed against my shoulders with one hand, pinning me to the wall. He penetrated me with his unwavering stare. There didn’t seem to be anything in his eyes except lust. Without looking down, he attacked his jeans. I didn’t move to help him, and there was no need for me to. He adroitly unfastened the buttons with one hand. A few sharp tugs and he’d pulled his jeans down enough to expose tight black boxers.

  Those he also yanked down, and I inhaled sharply at the sight of his enormous cock. He was fully erect, so hard, straining toward me. A drop of moisture glistened on the swollen, pulsing head.

  He pushed harder on me, keeping me from going anywhere. I wasn’t even trying to get away, but it was like he worried that if he stopped touching me, I would come to my senses, pull up my clothes and go hide away from the bad man who was intent on seducing me.

  He rammed up against me, shoving his erection across my hip and stomach. It was burning hot, the skin itself so incongruously soft.

  I tried to shift my hips, to angle him into the valley between my clenched thighs, but he wouldn’t be moved. Safe sex. He was always all about that.

  Suddenly, I shoved at him, furious. He wouldn’t be worrying about that if he hadn’t been fucking other women. But he was too heavy, too strong, and I couldn’t budge him.

  He looked at me, a crazed expression in his eyes. The intensity of that electric blue-green was enough to kill me. “I have condoms upstairs,” I said, enough anger in my voice to kill the erection of just about any man on the planet.

  It had no impact on Corbin, though. He merely grunted and stepped away.

  “After you,” he said. And oh, he looked furious.

  I pulled up my twisted panties and jeans with as much dignity as I could muster, and I led the way up to my bedroom.

  The condoms were in with my toiletries. Just two left, holdovers from my pre-Corbin days. I quickly glanced at the expiration date—something I’d never had to do before in my life, I realized with a twist of bitter amusement—and flung them at Corbin.

  “That’s all I’ve got left,” I said.

  Painful triumph twisted through me at his shocked expression.

  “It’s enough,” he said hoarsely. “Take off your pants.”

  “Enough for what?”

  “To convince you to dump the bastard,” he said.

  ~~~

  Corbin undressed me methodically, almost clinically, his eyes cataloging every inch of my body as if he were searching for something written there.

  I wondered if he disliked what he saw. While I still worked out, my legs and stomach weren’t as toned as before. Maybe not noticeable in clothing, but I didn’t have a stitch of it to hide behind.

  He unbuttoned his shirt, and I suppressed a gasp at the sight of his thickly muscled chest. He might be a son of a bitch, but Corbin Lagos was one hot piece of ass.

  Brawny arms wrapped around me, lifted me into the air. I only had a moment to appreciate the feeling of his strength holding me tight, then he laid me on the bed. I swallowed as I looked up at him. He peeled off his shirt, revealing arms that were even more musclebound than I remembered, which was saying a lot.

  I held my breath as he pulled off his jeans and underwear. Wherever he’d been, the man had taken very good care of himself. Those long legs were like steel cable, the kind that held up bridges. Touching him might have been interpreted as a compliment, so I refrained. It wasn’t easy. As for his cock… I tried not to look at it, which was as easy as ignoring an anaconda in the room.

  He stepped forward, forcing my knees apart and then standing in the empty space between them. He stared me down. The anger in his eyes had reduced to a disquieting simmer. Maybe it was better to ogle his perfect body. With a concerted effort, I turned my attention to his broad shoulders and thick neck. Oh, I had missed the thrilling pleasure of his enormous frame looming over me. Sure, I’d thought about it an awful lot, but my fantasies were sorely lacking.

  He ripped into a condom and rolled it over his erection. It squeezed him and looked absurd. I glanced up at his face and saw the anger had turned up a notch. For the first time, I wondered if maybe the condom was because of my so-called boyfriend, and not because Corbin had been up to no good.

  But it wasn’t a conversation to get into now, with my legs already spread for him. He grabbed my thighs and brusquely dragged me close. The rough sheets scratched my back and shoulder blades, tugged at my hair.

  Corbin’s hands tightened around my waist, making me feel small and breakable. His engorged cock had turned purplish. To look at him, one would have thought we’d spent hours in heavy foreplay.

  One short nudge to part my wet folds and position himself, then he drove in, hard and deep and punishing, so fast that my shoulders flew off the bed, my mouth opened in a wide, silent scream, my eyes wide. My fingers dug into his thick forearms in a voiceless plea for mercy.

  It had been months since I’d been penetrated, and I sure felt it now. It was like I wasn’t big enough to hold all of him… but I’d always felt a little like that. My toes curled, my calves tightened, and my stomach felt like I’d done hundreds of sit-ups without pause.

  An instant orgasm built just from him pushing into my pussy, and he wasn’t even fucking me yet. He just held me there, impaled on his dick, and stared down at me, taking note of my reaction. He sensed, I feared, that I had lied, that I had been celibate. Corbin had seen me after a dry spell before.

  There was such satisfaction in his eyes as I writhed on his cock. His hands tightened further around my waist, and he squeezed.

  Then he began fucking me. I fell bonelessly to the bed and let him do what he would. Our ragged moans joined together, but his were louder, and the look in his eyes… I had never seen him so determined. Even as pleasure twisted his face, made his lips p
ull back from his teeth as he gritted against the sensations, that determination was there, unwavering.

  He pushed me back with the force of his thrusts until there was room for him on the bed as well. My head hung over the edge. Corbin lowered himself over me and roughly looped his fingers into the tangle of my hair. I moaned at the tender gesture and didn’t fight him. He made a soft growl, then gently cupped the back of my head in his palm, supporting my neck, bringing me relief. It came at the price of trusting him, of giving him an opening; when he wove affection into his aggressiveness, I was lost.

  I had my safe word, and that was all.

  His thickly muscled legs were spreading me wider, and he dragged his thighs over mine, pinning me down with his substantial weight.

  His free hand slipped between our bodies. I was covered in sweat. Hadn’t realized it until I felt his hand sliding down my damp stomach.

  So be it.

  Our time apart hadn’t lessened his confidence. He was a sexual master, even when he wasn’t playing domination games. The brush of his finger against my clit was like a sizzle. For all the times I’d masturbated thinking about him, it wasn’t nearly as good as this. Nothing was. He knew what I wanted and needed, and he knew how to surprise me, too.

  My frenzied moans were turning into little screams. My nipples tightened as Corbin’s thrusts made my breasts shimmy, my hardened peaks skimming along his hard, damp chest each time his hips slammed home.

  “Say my name when you come,” he ordered. The harsh light in his eyes was frightening.

  His hand slowed, then he squeezed my clit.

  “Look at me,” he said. I could tell that if I mouthed off now, he might walk away. Well, I wasn’t much in the mood for talking and might not have been capable of speech at all. So I stared into his gorgeous electric eyes, the color equal parts blue and green. Those impossibly gorgeous eyes that haunted my nights were even more beautiful in person than in my dreams.

  He circled my nub, teasing me. My eyelids fluttered, and it took all my concentration to keep my gaze trained on him. I couldn’t help but look at his full lips when he repeated his order. “Say my name when you come.” His teeth were perfect, and I wanted to kiss him.

  I wanted him back. Not how he was now, not like this, but the way things had been. I wanted him back and perfect, like before.

  So when I came, it was the Corbin I had fallen in love with whose name I screamed out. He slammed into me so hard that it ripped me into pieces and brought me back to him.

  “You’re mine,” he grunted, almost incoherently. “We belong together.” Even with the condom on, I could feel him coming inside me. “I love you,” he said. The words were growled, and I almost didn’t recognize what it was he’d said.

  He slumped over me and exhaled. Now the scent of him was stronger than ever, sexier than ever. I closed my eyes and inhaled and allowed myself to dwell on the words he’d finally uttered.

  He loved me.

  Not to make a huge deal out of it… hell, it was what I’d wanted.

  So why wasn’t I ecstatic?

  ~~~

  Corbin disentangled himself from me and stood. After a moment, I forced myself to get up as well. It wasn’t the right time to lounge in bed, basking in the afterglow.

  He opened the door, walked down the hallway. Apparently, he knew where the bathroom was. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I wondered what else he had been getting into during the unsupervised portion of his visit.

  He loves me. The thought popped into my head. I pushed it out again.

  I dressed fast enough that I was covered by the time he returned. Now this was a nice turnabout. Usually I was the one undressed and exposed in front of him.

  He pulled on his pants, then went to the window. “You’re being followed,” he said.

  “You get points for perceptiveness.”

  Corbin turned toward me, raised an eyebrow. “You know? And you’re allowing it to continue?”

  I felt a flush heat my cheeks. He had no right to look so fucking gorgeous while insulting me in that backhanded manner. “Not much I can do about it,” I said. “Eventually Henry will get bored and go away.”

  At the mention of Henry’s name, a thunderous look came over Corbin’s face. Despite the gulf that yawned between us, I hadn’t felt unsafe with him since his return. But… that expression. He hadn’t even looked that pissed right after he broke Henry’s arm.

  “You didn’t ask your father or the police for help?”

  I shrugged because any truthful answer would only further piss him off. Well, it didn’t matter what I said or didn’t say, apparently, because Corbin grabbed his shirt as he walked out of my bedroom.

  Something was going down. I could tell from the tension in his shoulders—and oh, they were so broad that I wanted to kiss and lick them for hours.

  I jumped up and followed after him. “Henry threatened to lie to the police about me,” I explained in a breathless gasp. “Well, he did lie, but I’m trying to calm things down. Please don’t start trouble.”

  “I’m not starting trouble. I’m finishing it.”

  He was almost all the way down the steps, and while he briefly slowed his descent to reply to me, he didn’t stop.

  He continued through the living room and then it became clear he was heading down the next flight of stairs.

  He intended to go outside and confront Butch.

  “But you’re barefoot!” I said as I scrambled to slide my feet into my gym sneakers. Corbin had already gone out the front, letting in the scent of rain and wet grass. I stumbled after him into the cool drizzle, slipping and tripping over the laces.

  He was halfway across the street, approaching Butch’s car like he planned to rip it into pieces with his bare hands.

  My hands flew up to cover my mouth, then I ran after him. Butch was enormous, but he didn’t have Corbin’s skill set. It wasn’t hard to imagine they could both be hurt.

  Corbin loves me. And now he was about to do something so stupid…

  The way the sunlight glanced off the windshield, I couldn’t see inside. It was a shame because I really wanted to witness Butch’s expression as a half-naked, barefoot and furious Corbin Lagos descended on him.

  The car door flew open, and Butch leaned halfway out, clearly unsure what to do. After weeks of shadowing my every move, the last thing he could have possibly expected was for the outlaw himself to walk right up and say hello.

  I stopped where I was, self-preservation telling me to stay far away from whatever was about to happen. Because of that, I wasn’t quite able to hear what the men were saying to each other.

  Butch nervously licked his lips. He looked like he might soil himself.

  Screw accidentally being pummeled by men tearing each other apart; I really needed to hear what they were saying. I sidled closer, taking care to keep quiet.

  “I’ll be here for the next hour,” Corbin was saying. “Tell him to come right away. I’m not so good with time.”

  “I’ll just call him,” Butch said, licking his lips again. His eyes darted nervously toward me. I crossed my arms.

  “If I ever see you or this piece-of-shit car near Audrey again, I’m going to rip out your liver and cram it down your esophagus. Now get the fuck out of my sight.” Corbin’s words and his chillingly calm tone did not match at all, and it was frightening as hell. It made him sound insane. This was a side of him I’d never seen before. When he’d dealt with Henry in the hospital garage, he’d been in control of himself. But now he seemed like a monster that had slipped its leash.

  “Get in your fucking car.” Venom infused his words. The fist holding his shirt was squeezed so tight it seemed to be made of alabaster.

  Butch jumped into his car so quickly that the vehicle lurched under his sudden weight. He slammed the door and, comically, locked it. It made me laugh aloud.

  Corbin turned. The dead look in his eyes made my blood run cold. “What are you doing out here?”

  “Just
…” From my new position, I could see that Butch was making a phone call. I inhaled sharply, and Corbin turned, saw it too. He calmly wrapped his fist in his T-shirt, then pulled back his arm. The huge muscles of his back and shoulders flexed. I gasped as he punched the glass—one quick strike and it shattered as if made of sugar.

  Butch cursed, dropped the phone. He went fumbling in his glovebox, but Corbin wrenched the door open and dragged Butch out. He picked something up, then punched Butch in the face.

  “Stop!” I yelled.

  Of course Corbin didn’t listen to me.

  Corbin only punched Butch twice, but the larger man was completely bloody. He was whining something in a high-pitched voice. I couldn’t make out the words, but Corbin suddenly let him go, stepped back.

  Butch looked like a dog digging a hole as he cleared the driver’s seat of broken glass. Then he got in and drove away with a panicked squeal of rubber.

  Corbin threw something aside, and when it hit the ground, I realized it was a huge shard of glass. He had punched Butch with glass.

  Corbin turned.

  “How is this solving problems?” I asked. “You can’t beat Henry up when he arrives.”

  “I’m not going to,” Corbin said. He wiped blood off his fingers with the shirt. “Let’s go inside.”

  Following a man who had just punched a car seemed like insanity, but I did it. Corbin didn’t speak, and I didn’t know what the hell to ask him. There were plenty of questions, but I was too freaked out. Instead, I took guard at the window and peered through the blinds, anxiously monitoring the street.

  “You ok?” Corbin was coming down from the bedrooms. He had helped himself to one of Rob’s shirts. It was too small on him, and only made his muscles look even scarier.

  I nodded and looked out the window again, my fists clenching the curtains much harder than necessary. Corbin scared me. It was as simple as that. I didn’t recognize this man, didn’t know how to talk to him. I didn’t know what he was capable of. He was unhinged, inaccessible to me.