Heartless Lover (Dark Syndicate 5)
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“No.”
When his eyes darken, the question comes to me again of what Robert did to him. The rage brewing within the depths of his stormy gaze is unmistakable and my soul shivers with fear from it.
“What did he do to you, Eric?”
A dark smile curls his lips, but his eyes remain the same.
“Question time over, Babydoll,” he states cutting off any further questions I might have about Robert. “And I was nice enough to answer more questions than I bargained for. I think it’s time we do something more interesting, don’t you?”
“Like what?” I already know I’m asking for trouble with that type of question but I ask it anyway. Better to know what your predator intends to do, than allow him to screw you over with his games and trap you.
He puts out his cigar and stares at me, this time with that smoldering desire that eats me up from the inside out. The same desire that makes me crave him despite myself. He lifts the bottle to me again and I take another sip.
The look, the irresistible vibe emanating from him, and the buzz of alcohol tantalizing my brain all lure me into what I know is going to happen next.
“Play.” He reaches for the hem of my top and tugs on it, pulling it down so far my breasts nearly spill out. “I want this off so I can suck your tits.”
When I lift the top over my head and he stares at me I don’t feel like the woman I was nights ago.
I feel like the woman who wants him. The one who wants him to help her escape reality.
“Fucking perfect.” He says and takes the wine and pours it over my head.
He smiles when the cool liquid runs down my breasts and lowers to lick it off.
“Tasting,” he mutters. “Come here.”
When he crooks his fingers I go to his lips and escape reality is exactly what I do when we kiss.
As our clothes come off and he picks me up to fuck me right there, outside on the balcony I accept the trouble I’m in when I realize that spark I’m feeling when I’m with him is more than just attraction.
And that’s the part that’s dangerous for me because I don’t have the strength to resist the temptation to be his.