Beautiful Seduction

The brutal man inside of me wanted to strip away her defenses, shoving my cock deep inside, waiting until she begged me for more. The bastard had wanted to keep driving, locking her inside my house, chaining her to my bed.

She would surrender to me, body and soul, only I would use what little patience I had left, waiting until the right time. However, the pleasure I’d provide would be an experience she’d soon be unable to resist.

A part of me wanted to share something special with her, not to enforce the look I’d seen in her eyes, the worry that she’d just accepted a monster into her bed.

Maybe I was a fool, but this woman’s innocence was exactly what I needed, a moment of salvation, a chance at some redemption of my soul. Accepting no as an answer wasn’t possible. The wolf was ready to feast.

Her actions were quick, darting around me yet I easily managed to snag her arm, jerking her against me. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t want you,” she insisted, zero conviction in her voice.

“Do not lie to me, angelo perfetto.”

“I don’t know what you said but I’m not lying. This was a mistake.”

“You are my perfect angel, and your body disagrees with you. I can tell by the way you’ve been looking at me, the deep-seated hunger burning deep within your belly.”

She closed her eyes, struggling to bite back on a whimper, but she lost the battle. Her hands were fisted, her breath skipping, and I’d never wanted a woman as much as I craved this one.

“That’s not possible,” she muttered.

“Are you so certain of that?”

The lump in her lovely throat was just as enticing as the fullness of her breasts, the way her nipples had been fully aroused for the few hours we’d spent together. I’d just lost my battle with keeping my patience.

I cupped both sides of her face, pulling her toward me. Her lower lip quivered but her eyes blazed with longing. When she rolled her hands up my chest, I gripped her jaw, wrenching her head toward me. “I’m going to show you what real passion feels like. Then I’m going to fuck you.”

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Cassidy

Something shattered inside from his touch alone, the words burning a hole in my mind.

His accent wasn’t strong, but when he spoke the words of endearment in Italian, I wanted to melt. It was true what they said about a foreign accent, the powerful draw of a few simple words. I was lightheaded, trying to process how possessive he’d become. I wasn’t used to a man taking what he wanted. If I had any sense left in my system, I’d pull away, fighting to maintain my sanity, let alone my dignity, but the moment was simply too irresistible.

His firm grip was dominating, so much so my breath caught in my throat. He’d captured me, already shoving aside the walls I’d built around myself over the years. Everything inside of me had been awakened by his touch, the pulse deep in my core igniting the fires of passion he’d mentioned. My nipples were sore, fully aroused. The weight of my bra against the sensitive buds was almost too much to take.

I remained nervous, the man’s prowess reeking of domination. I wanted to hate him, to loathe myself for allowing this moment of insanity to push forward, but the longing to slide my naked body against his was the most powerful thing I’d ever felt.

But I knew he was prepared to take what he believed already belonged to him.

“Non vedo l’ora di assaggiarti,” he breathed.

“What does that mean?”

His laugh was deep and husky, driving a wave of electricity through me. “It means I can’t wait to taste you.”

Valentin kept his hold on my jaw as he lowered his head, lightly brushing his lips across mine. He darted his tongue inside, exploring slowly, only intensifying the building need. I clung to him, my fingers fisting his shirt, tugging it free of the tight confines. The heat continued to build, becoming explosive within seconds as he crushed his mouth over mine.

There was something powerfully intimate about the moment, drawing out the inhibitions I’d felt. My mind told me to shove him away and beg him to leave, but my body screamed for his heated touch.

I rose onto my tiptoes, arching my back to get even closer. When I slid my arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his thick locks, he growled into the kiss. Another vibration of current slammed into my system, my pulse racing. He continued to stroke his tongue in and out of my mouth, his needs becoming insatiable.

Moaning into the kiss, I managed to slide my hand under his shirt, shuddering the moment my fingers came in contract with his skin. I pressed my fingertips against his muscles, intensifying my enflamed need. His actions became more brutal, the kiss capturing the true essence of the man. He was relentless, sucking on my tongue as he slid his hand to the back of my neck, digging his fingers into my skin. I was locked inside a room with a stranger, a man I knew to be violent and deplorable, yet unable to break free of the burning sensations engulfing both my body and my mind.

This was so very wrong, but with the stroke of his hand, and the way he pressed the hard ridge of his cock against my stomach, I was lost in a sea of excitement. When he broke the kiss, he lifted my neck, pushing my head back until he was able to roll his lips along the line of my jaw.

My legs were quivering, my mind as much of a blur as it had been before. The darkness did nothing to hide the aura of danger surrounding him. As he nipped and licked my chin, shifting his head until he was able to dart his tongue inside the shell of my ear, I closed my eyes, the pleasure that intense.