“Arrogant bastard.”
Dropping his gaze to
her lips, he stared at her mouth until the sneer faded
away and she started to squirm as nerves settled in.
Then he made himself look into her eyes. Under his hand,
the skin of her throat was satiny soft and it felt so
damn fragile. Involuntarily, he squeezed lightly and
then shifted his grip so he could cup her chin in his
hand. “You keep sneering at me like that, keep
challenging me, and I’m going to take you up on it,
Vixen.”
She swallowed. He felt
it. Then she licked her lips and Graeme bit back a groan
as he thought about the times she’d put that pretty pink
tongue on him and licked him.
“Get away from me,”
she said, her hard-edged voice cutting through the
memories.
But it didn’t quell
the heat raging inside him.
Leaning against her
the way he was, he knew the heat was mutual. Her body
reacted to his and he knew if she stripped her naked,
he’d find her wet and soft, her nipples hard and
swollen. Knew that if he touched just so, he could have
her climaxing in under a minute. He teased himself with
that thought and leaned, pressed his mouth to hers. “Do
you really want me to get away, Vixen?” he asked,
tracing her lips with his tongue.
She didn’t respond and
he took advantage of her silence to deepen the kiss,
pushing his tongue inside her mouth. He closed his hands
around her narrow waist, stroked upward until he could
cup the slight weight of her breasts in his hands.
Rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, he trailed a line
of kisses from her mouth to her ear. “Do you?”
Still no answer.
Playing with fire, he
knew it, but he couldn’t stop. Hoping like hell that Gus
didn’t come to investigate, Graeme slid a hand down her
torso, undid the belt cinched at her waist. He lifted
his head and stared into her eyes as he touched her,
slipping the tips of his fingers inside her panties,
down over curls and slick wet flesh until he could
plunge them inside her pussy. “You’re so soft…so wet. I
think you want to get fucked—not left alone.”
Daring her—
Her eyes, gone black
with desire, burned into his. She reached down and
wrapped a hand around his wrist, tugging on him, but he
had no intention of stopping just yet.
“You don’t want to do
this with me,” she said, her voice stark, icy.
“Don’t I?” He leaned
into her harder, the aching ridge of his cock pressing
against her and leaving no doubt about what he wanted.
“The last man I slept
with?” She arched her head forward. Graeme met her lips,
let her kiss him. Then she sank her teeth into his lip,
hard enough to draw blood.
He didn’t make a sound
as he pulled away and when she reached down and stroked
him through his jeans, he had no thoughts of caution or
self-preservation. Nothing but her existed for him.
“The last man I slept
with was Graeme,” she said against his mouth. She
slipped her fingers inside his jeans, cool and agile,
seeking out the hard column of his dick and stroking
him.
“I slept with him, let
him tell me he loved me, let him fuck me and feed me and
care for me. I even cared for him. Maybe I even loved
him.”
The shock of that,
actually hearing her say it, had him jerking his head
up. And as though that was what she’d been waiting for,
she smiled at him. An ugly, angry smile that froze him
through, one that warned him. Still, he didn’t move away
and when she slipped her hand further down and caught
his balls, squeezing until the pain was a brilliant,
sickening wave inside him, he continued to stand there.
“And then I killed
him.”
She let go and this
time, when she went to move around him, he didn’t stop
her. Sweat beaded on his brow and he sagged against the
wall, wondering if he’d puke.
But already the pain
was fading—fading until in a matter of seconds, it was
gone. The pain in his heart remained though and it
threatened to do what no physical pain could do. It
almost sent him to his knees as she turned and stared at
him.
“That poor old man.”
She continued to speak quietly, so quietly nobody more
than two feet away could hear her. “He wants to know who
killed the boy he loved like a son. And it was me. I’m a
vicious, vindictive, cold-hearted bitch, Mac. I’ll bite
any hand that comes too close.” Her gaze dropped lower.
“And anything else.”
Despite the threat in
her eyes, he reacted with need, felt it swamp him
completely and utterly, so completely that his body had
already forgotten the pain she’d purposely inflicted on
him. “Bite me all you want,” he offered. “Just let me
bite back.”
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