Dirty Look - Dark Desires

“What did you do wrong?”

The question makes him jerk his head back, then he swoops down and captures my lips in a kiss. His hands cup my face. His lips move against mine with a dominant insistence until my own lips part and our kiss deepens. I have kissed and been kissed before, but not like this. Not by a man with this much contained rage. Not against me. Against the world. Against himself, maybe. He holds me like I am precious, but he kisses me like I am made for his use.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time,” he purrs when he releases me, head dizzy, knees weak.

How long has this sexy monster watched me and waited for an opportunity to come to me? His lips hover near mine, threatening to kiss me again and drive me even more mad with sudden lust.

Whatever is happening between us shouldn’t be happening. I know that. I don’t even know him. Moments ago I didn’t have the slightest idea he even existed and now I feel almost as though I wouldn’t know what life was like without him. This is passion as I have never known it before. It is intense. It is immediate. It is instant love. Dammit. I promised myself I wouldn’t think that.

“About that lesson,” he says, his hand traveling from my cheek, to the nape of my neck, down my spine and then to cup my ass. His hand flexes and kneads me in that most sensitive place, his fingers edging toward the crevice between my cheeks.

I breathe in.

His palm leaves my body but returns a moment later in a hard swat. Heat flares across my skin and sinks deep inside me, finding a secret part I didn’t know I had, something that sits low in my body and glows with the energy his hand imparts.

“Christ,” I swear.

He spanks me again, catching the other cheek, evening the heat and increasing the sting. Every slap jolts me against his body. He is hard, like a sexy living statue made of muscle.

“He won’t help you,” he purrs down at me. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, Mia. You’re going to make it easy to keep you safe.”

I am not going to make it easy on him. I’m going to make it harder. It hard.

If he thinks he can seduce me and turn me into a good girl, he’s wrong. If he thinks he can seduce me, he’s right. I came to America to be my own woman, and that includes taking hot guys to bed if I want. And I do want. I want badly.

He takes me by the hand and draws me toward the bedroom. I guess he knows where it is. I follow, willingly.

I’m going to fuck a total stranger. I’m going to give my body to my bodyguard. There’s a swing in my hips which is enhanced by the heat in my ass. I follow him, lured by the draw of his animal magnetism.

I don’t even know his name. It doesn’t matter.

He tugs on my hand and sends me tumbling face down onto the bed. I turn back over to look at him. He’s standing over me, his hands on his belt. I watch, biting my lower lip as he undresses, sliding the belt out of the loops.

“Turn over.”

“What?”

He makes a circling motion with his finger. “Turn over.”

“Uhm, why?”

“Over,” he repeats, as if that single word should be enough to command my obedience.

I find myself doing as he wishes. He is a force of nature, an authority which will not be denied, and for some no doubt perverse reason, I don’t want to deny it. If he wants me from behind, I’ll let him have me from behind. I’ll let him take me upside down if it means that belt comes off and I get to feel that thick cock inside me.

I am starving for sex. I planned to come here and run wild, but the truth is I haven’t found anyone I’ve wanted to be wild with — until now.

On my stomach, I lift my ass for him, inviting him inside. My bikini bottoms won’t make much of a barrier for him, just a thin scrap of silky fabric between him and my pussy.

Whack!

His belt has left his waist, but progress, it has found my ass. I scream out in surprise, and pain, and outrage.

“What the fuck are you doing!” My hand goes back to cover my ass as I turn around to glare at him.

“Teaching you manners,” he says. “I did promise to do that, didn’t I?”

“I thought you were going to fuck me!”

“You thought a complete stranger was going to have sex with you, and your response to that was to offer yourself like a treat?” There’s a stern incredulity in his tone which acts as a warning, but one which comes far too late for me to do anything about it.