Beautiful Seduction

“I’m not for sale,” she stated defiantly.

“And I’m not buying. I’m taking.”

The offer of rebellion was in the look of raw need shifting across her face as well as the way she clenched her jaw. The beautiful flower had just sold her soul to the devil.

Her breathing scattered, she delicately pressed her hands against my chest, her reaction as if her fingertips had just been seared by the light touch. I kept my lips less than an inch away, drinking in her exotic perfume, soaking up the hint of jasmine infused in her skin. I wanted to wrap myself in her body, exploring every inch, feasting on her sweet pussy.

I would do that and several other vile things, allowing our dangerous passion to explode. While the girl had a bite, it was time for me to assert my control, requiring her surrender. As the elevator moved to the top floor, I hovered over her, savoring the moment of quiet innocence. There would be no more of them given my desires. When I finally brushed my lips against hers, her single moan was a delicious reward.

She arched her back, her responses to me exactly as mine were. I adored her scattered breathing, the heat vibrating from every inch of her porcelain skin. A deep growl rumbled from my throat, my needs become uncontrollable. She had no idea what she’d done by inviting me into her world.

“Be careful, sweet angel. I might ruin you.”

“I’m not certain I would mind.”

I captured her mouth, allowing the innocent moment to continue, but the lion inside of me was far too hungry. As I thrust my tongue inside, she wrapped her long fingers around my jacket, pulling me even closer. Her body fit mine perfectly and I couldn’t wait to have her sculpted legs wrapped around my hips as I fucked her relentlessly. My visions were cloudy, but there was no mistaking what I would do to her.

As the passion roared between us, the heat became almost unbearable. The steward’s heavy breathing rattled in my brain, an annoyance. No one should be allowed to interfere with the moment. I dominated her tongue, but only for a few seconds, sensing we were getting closer to our destination. When I pulled away, I issued another guttural sound, a warning about what she could expect.

And I was rewarded with another beautiful, scattered moan.

The steward cleared his throat just before the elevator pinged. I leaned back, darting my eyes across hers. Then I rolled the backs of my fingers across her cheek.

“What did you say earlier in Italian?” she asked as I guided her into the corridor.

“I called you my little flower.”

“I’m no one’s anything, Valentin. You need to know that.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

Her insistence continued to be a powerful draw, my needs becoming unhinged. My balls were tight, so much so they ached continuously and had for some time. She refused to hand me the keycard, but I couldn’t help noticing her fingers were trembling. She even blocked me after the light remained red, cursing under her breath.

When the light was finally green, she bolted inside, immediately tossing the keycard then backing away.

The steward rolled the cart inside, moving to turn on a light. I flashed my hand, forcing him to stop, the bright lights of the city shining in through the open drapes the only illumination I needed.

She was a forbidden fruit, which would make the nectar that much sweeter. I’d learned patience from my father, his insistence I learn how to handle my emotions parlaying me into the leadership position that had come early. However, waiting as the steward hoisted the suitcase into the closet, taking his time placing it on the rack was enough to infuriate me. I didn’t want to waste a second of the limited time I had with her.

By the time he closed the door to the closet, I’d already shoved another C-note into his pocket, giving the door a nod. He scampered backwards, instantly embarrassed, sputtering to find words of gratitude. I trailed behind him to the door, engaging the lock as soon as he was gone.

When I turned around, I sensed her increasing nerves, her body swaying from one perfectly boring black pump to the other. I unbuttoned my jacket, first removing my weapon, and placing it on the end of the dresser. Her reaction was another lick of her lips. She had no idea just how intoxicating the scent of her feminine wiles had become.

“I don’t know about this,” she managed. “I think it’s a mistake.”

“What are you afraid of, Cassidy?”

“You.”

When I removed my jacket, I took a deep whiff. The lovely woman was still afraid of me. Fear had a distinct aroma, which always fascinated me. That’s the moment when I knew someone was lying to me. This time was different.

Her fear was based on letting go, terrified of being consumed by a monster.

She had no idea how right she was.

I advanced, keeping my actions methodical. The closer I came, the more intimidated she seemed, but the raw sense of her need filtered above everything else, her breath skipping.

“Valentin,” she whispered. There was nothing like the way she said my name, the sound infused with desire. She pushed her hands against me, backing away.