Page 11 of Kiss of Death
While her eyes were sad with despair, there was also defiance burning behind her grey eyes. She wasn’t scared of him or what he could do to her, and that made his dick harder than he thought possible. His hand groped her petite breast and she didn’t flinch, squirm, or beg him to stop—if anything, she looked like she was going to kill him with her bare hands.
He chuckled, knowing it was going to take more than a woman half his size to kill him. “If I were you, I’d get rid of that silly notion Bruno told you. Your sister can’t save you, especially not before I break you, pet.” He dragged his tongue across the inseam of her lips, hoping she’d take the bait and bite them so he could strangle her while he fucked her on the table.
She kept completely still as he took his time getting acquainted with her slim body. He looked back in her eyes, knowing she would be his favorite toy yet. “If you’re going to fuck me or kill me, get it over with. I’ve endured worse.”
“Aw, pet.” He forcibly grabbed her chin, enjoying the challenge she just issued. “You’re in for a treat. You haven’t seen the worse yet.”
OTTO WAITED WITHIVY FORthe elevator in her building.
He could smell the piss radiating out of the corners of the first floor they were on. He wanted to escort her up to her apartment instead of enduring more of the urine smell he was sure was going to assault him once they stepped foot in the elevator, but she declined. She lived on the sixth floor and was too sore to trek it up the stairs.
“You know, I can carry you up the stairs if you’re that sore. This way we don’t have to wait for this damn elevator.” The words fell out of his mouth before he thought about how absurd they sounded.
Carrying her up six flights of stairs, having his hands on her petite form, would do nothing more than make the lust he was feeling for her stronger. He’d have that coconut smell lodged in his system—it would no doubt overtake the smell of piss in the air around him.
Ivy turned toward him with an arch in her eyebrow and a smirk teasing those damn kissable lips of hers. He’d been so close to tasting her outside. He was dying to see if she tasted like honey and he wanted to stake a claim on her in front of all those assholes who had watched her with want as soon as he pulled up to the curb.
Otto thought for sure once they were outside of the atmosphere of the club his attraction to her would have lessened. The exact opposite happened. As soon as they were trapped in the confines of his car, he couldn’t focus on much but her and the way her voice sounded in his ears. He felt her eyes on him the entire ride, and all it did was let the desire he had for her fester in his system.
Mine.
There was that word again, floating around loudly in his head. He wanted to give the shit the boot. Ivy wasn’t his, and no matter how loud his basic instinct was calling to have her, there was a smaller part of him—a whisper in the wind—cautioning him against getting involved with her. It was that piece of himself he was desperately trying to hold on to, but when she stared at him with a wicked hunger in her eyes, it was hard to let his rational side steer the ship. Especially when the side that wanted to sink his teeth into her was picking the locks to set itself free.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she smirked. Her gaze swept his entire body. “You can go you know. I have safely made it through my building.”
“But not to your apartment. I think I’ll wait to make sure you’re tucked away safely.”
“Such a gentleman,” she murmured as she licked her lips. The heat in the hallway skyrocketed. The air around them hadn’t really cooled off since walking into the building. It was still thick with heat and arousal. He was almost suffocated by it. If she knew the thoughts he was having about her, “gentleman” would be the last word she’d use for him.
The sound of someone coughing brought Otto’s attention to the guy lurking in front of one of the apartment doors. The guy had been there when they first walked in and hadn’t taken his eyes off of Ivy. This area was a shithole. No cameras that worked and no one to give a shit to do anything about it.
Otto narrowed his gaze at the guy when the elevator doors pinged and out stepped a bunch of guys reeking of weed. Every last one of them hungrily eyed Ivy, murmuring things Otto could barely hear over the blood rushing to his ears. It was an irrational reaction—the same one he had with Smoke at the club. Ivy was gorgeous in a unique way that made you stop and take notice. She was sexy with an inviting smile. There was a wildness about her that lurked just underneath the quiet reserved vibes she gave off. These men had every reason to stop and take notice of Ivy, but all it did was piss Otto off.
He felt the growl deep in his chest and tried to tamp it down. He wasn’t equipped to fight every last one of these men. He was out numbered and didn’t want to make trouble for Ivy—she had to live here. He didn’t.
As soon as the elevator was clear, they both stepped in, and Otto was hit with the rancid smell of more piss, except now it was mixed with the smell of weed. As much as the smell burned the inside of his nostrils, he was going to focus on it and the dingy atmosphere that surrounded him. He hoped it would be enough to get his libido and caveman in check.
“It’s not that bad,” Ivy chuckled.
Otto groaned. “It’s not that bad because you’ve been here too long and your nose can no longer smell this disgusting mix.”
She shrugged with a smile still on her face. “You could have gone home, O. But don’t worry, my floor doesn’t smell nearly as bad.”
Otto pressed his lips together to keep from commenting. The whole building was probably condemned and no one had the decency to tell the residents.
The elevator moved quickly through the floors, and they hit the sixth floor in no time. “I’m to the left.” Otto did a quick sweep of the floor, noticing how quiet and clean it was compared to the first floor.
They walked side by side, their fingertips brushing against each other with every sway of their arms. The silence in the hallway seemed to make his pulse beat louder in the air around them. His body was tight with anticipation, like he was about to spend the rest of the night buried in between her legs.
It was crazy and irrational how he was feeling toward her, but he couldn’t seem to put the brakes on it, no matter how hard he tried. If anything, the harder he tried to pull himself away and draw an imaginary line between them, the quicker his body damn near jumped over that line. This woman had somehow burrowed beneath the surface of his skin, and he only met her mere hours ago.
Poison is addictive when it tastes good.
The voice filtered through his head on a taunt, reminding him of what he thought about her when he first saw her. The way she pulled him in with ease, like a black widow weaving her mystical web just for him. Somewhere, where his mind functioned like a normal person, he knew this was crazy and he needed to stay far away from her. His dick and something else—something stronger—had other plans.
Ivy stopped at apartment 6E and put the key in the bottom lock before turning around to face him. “Well, this is me,” she whispered and stood on tiptoe to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for the ride,” she whispered.
Otto turned his face, and before he could talk himself out of it, his lips quickly found hers. She gasped, letting him in to taste the honey that coated her lips, and he groaned into the kiss, pushing her back up against the door. Her hands quickly wrapped around his shoulders and he picked her up so he had better access to her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he didn’t even hesitate to swivel his hips into her, pushing his erection in between her legs.
