Page 73 of Devil's Bride

But I couldn’t.

No, I didn’t want to.

Every part of my mind knew this was a bad idea, but my body couldn’t find the strength to respond accordingly.

In two long strides, he pinned me against the wall, instantly fisting my hair at the scalp. Even as I pressed my palms against him, he gripped my shirt, ripping it away from the waistband of my jeans. We both took several shallow breaths and I knew this was my last opportunity to push him away.

It didn’t happen.

He crushed his mouth over mine so roughly that the breath was knocked from my lungs and into his. He kissed me as if he’d been terrified he’d lost me or as if this was our last chance at tasting one another. I struggled with my emotions, feeling raw and untethered, but as I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, I felt as much a sense of peace as I did viral need.

As he plunged his tongue inside, I fell into the heat of the moment, kissing him back the exact same way. We were both drowning in desire, incapable of pulling away from each other.

The taste of him made me feral, the rush of toxicity from the whiskey mixed with peppermint. Just the fact he’d popped a mint before deciding to ravage me brought another wave of heat and fire so strong my pulse skyrocketed.

He broke his hold only long enough to rip the shirt off me, grinning evilly as he tossed it aside. I fumbled to jerk his shirt free so I could touch his emblazoned skin. His chest rose and fell as he yanked his tee shirt from behind his neck.

Then he kissed me again and I felt weightless, as if the attack had never happened. As if this was the most romantic and powerful moment of my life. He captured my mouth, claiming it as his own, dominating my tongue as if I would always belong to him.

The breathlessness continued as I brushed my fingers up the sides of his chest to his wide shoulders. I’d been right. The touch of him alone seared my skin. We were both on fire, incapable of breaking the connection.

When his lips finally left mine, I let out a strangled moan, already yearning for more.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “An angel. A goddamn fucking angel.”

“I’m no angel.” I licked my lips, realizing they were already swollen from his roughness. And I loved it.

“You taste so damn good. I can’t wait to feast on that pretty little pussy of yours.”

His words were thrilling, the sin and filth wrapped in every word exactly what I needed. He lifted my chin using the tips of his fingers, hungrily biting my neck as a growl erupted from deep within his chest.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, gasping for air as I arched my back. “This is so…”

“Bad for us? I’ll take that.” He dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other, the sensations so electric I could no longer feel my legs. Everything about this was messy, but with every stroke of his hand and every heated breath, I found myself losing all sense of control.

“Yes. Bad… And…” I could no longer put a coherent sentence together and he chuckled as if the amusement was exactly what he needed.

He slowed his pace, darting a lick across my lips and nose while unfastening my bra. I couldn’t move, frozen from the deliriously amazing sensations. My mind was foggy and I was only vaguely aware he’d removed my bra. The cool air in the room felt naughty against my taut nipples, but it was nothing like the eruptive heat when he blew across one then the other.

I lolled my head to the side, able to catch our reflection in the dresser mirror. We looked fucking hot together, even if I was a mess.

He rolled one hand down to the curve of my waist, his grip firm as he licked between my breasts.

“Pu… please.”

“Please what, princess?”

I laughed nervously, unused to asking a man for what I wanted, least of all a man I should consider my enemy. For all the confidence I’d displayed, he had a way of making me feel completely inexperienced. “Please don’t stop.”

“I have no intentions of doing so until I’ve ruined you.”

Little did he know he already had.

I was trembling in his hold and the moment he pulled a nipple between his teeth, I allowed a sharp cry to flow. Instantly, I stiffened.

“Relax and scream all you want. In fact, I want you to scream my name when I make you come time and time again. They can’t hear you. The walls are too thick.”

He knew exactly what I was thinking.

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