Page 78 of Stalker

“You’re a difficult man to understand,” she whispered.

“Not so difficult, Lady Butterfly. I’m simply a masculine representation of yourself.”

As soon as I’d cut off the engine, lifting the tilted steering wheel, I was pleasantly surprised when she placed her hand on my thigh. Her touch felt different tonight, my blood instantly on fire. There was no need for additional words, no thought of people being able to watch our sinful activity.

In truth, I didn’t give a shit if they did.

I turned my head slowly, studying her face. There was just enough light from the overhead sign to illuminate her wide-open eyes, the sheer indulgence of need swimming through them. Even the way she’d pursed her lips was a telling statement of her increased hunger.

A growl surfaced from my throat as I wrapped my hand around the back of her head, fisting a handful of her hair. “Fuck. I want you.”

The hesitation within her mind was short lived.

“Then take me. Just fuck me.” She closed her eyes briefly, allowing a deep breath to escape.

She likely had no idea what her demand did to me. When she moaned, I devoured the soft echo of her lilting voice as it echoed.

I jerked her forward, capturing her mouth with mine. Maybe this was everything I’d wanted and for longer than I wanted to admit. Maybe in a way she could be my salvation.

I thrust my tongue inside, pushing roughly past her lips in just the way she craved. She tasted of wine and desire, a palpable combination that dragged out the beast inside of me. I’d wanted to seduce her, not take her like an animal, but we were both wild from the yet to be satisfied hunger.

She moaned into the kiss as she rubbed the palms of her hands up my chest to my shoulders. When she curled the fingers of one hand around my strands of hair, I jerked on hers as a reminder she would play by my rules.

My cock throbbed painfully against my trousers, and my mind was filled with visions of filthy things I wanted to do with her. Sinful things. Things that others would find reprehensible.

But with her everything seemed normal, intended, and spectacular.

I wasn’t shocked when she crawled into my lap, straddling my legs. Her dress bunched up around her thighs and I rolled my hand down her back, marveling in the feel of her heated skin.

She was perfect in every way.

With my dick pressed against her damp thong, she grinded against me. There was no doubt what she longed for and what she needed from me.

When I broke the kiss, she threw back her head, allowing me to hear the throaty sounds as she whimpered.

But when she called out my name, I lost all sense of control.

“Wilder. Dear God. Just fuck me.”

I eased my hand under the back of her dress, wrapping two fingers around the thin edge of her thong. When I snapped my hand, she laughed instead of gasping, once again shifting her hips back and forth in a playful moment of seduction.

Her eyes were closed and the second I bit her neck, she stopped moving altogether. It was as if the heat between us had just shifted to a different level, one so powerful we could both easily be lost in the haze. The taste of her skin was amazing, the feeling of utter power over her something I rarely experienced.

I pulled back before breaking her skin, but a mark had been created.

My mark.

Cassandra pushed herself back enough so she could toy with me. Using just a single finger, she rolled the tip back and forth across the seam of my mouth. Her lips were twisted, her expression one of sinful evil.

She was offering herself to me differently than she had before. The first time had been all about surprise and innocence mixed with arousal. The night in the forest would have been full surrender, feeding into her primal needs in a way she’d never done before. This was a combination, an acknowledgement of her dark cravings while still able to keep her sanity intact.

I longed to exploit every aspect of her urges and would. However, I’d need to be careful. She could still be considered an enemy.

Yes, I wanted to break her as I consumed every inch, but I reminded myself she was still fragile, yet to accept the fantasies churning in her mind. Accepting a monster into her life was something else altogether.

She raked her fingernail from one side of my jaw to the other, laughing spontaneously when I snapped my lips around her long finger. Her chest rose and fell as she watched me sucking.

There was so much excitement on her face, the explosive heat erupting so tremendous the windows were quickly fogging. Perhaps I should drag her outside to fuck her on the hood of my car.

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