Page 2 of Scandalous Kingpin
Just the idea of being this close to the man we were about to rob sent every nerve ending in my body tingling in expectation. I sensed danger, and I wondered how long it would be before my friends came looking for me.
Another step and I was cornered, his woodsy oak scent wrapping around me. His body singed as it brushed against mine, the heat powerful and impossible to ignore. My limbs felt heavy and light all at once, my skin buzzing like a live wire.
“I’m not alone.”
I swallowed when he remained quiet. He was the tallest man I’d ever seen in real life, his blond hair a halo framing his face. Except there was something dark and unhinged in his blue eyes, and I found myself unable to look away. That full mouth of hisprobably had ladies falling at his feet, and judging by his smirk, he knew it.
His gaze ran down my bare legs like ice melting on my heated skin and he chuckled, making my cheeks flame with heat.
“You enjoying yourself, angel?” His voice was an elusive timbre, each word twined with an abrasive edge. It was sinful, inviting erotic images into my mind. The kind that you kept locked in the pits of your soul. I averted my gaze a little too quickly, making it painfully obvious that I’d been staring. “Don’t be shy… I find myself quite fascinated by you too.”
He touched my red locks and curled one around his finger.
“I wasn’t… I’m sorry,” I said with a shake of my head, then immediately winced. His grip tightened, and I wondered what it would feel like if he tugged. “I need to go.”
It was like a magnetic field surrounded us, leaving us alone in the darkened hallway while hordes of people mingled only a few feet away. He was brimming with raw sexuality and masculinity, his presence inescapable, leaving me frazzled. Everything about him warned me to run away, yet my body refused to move and my pussy chose that moment to clench with need.
“Not so fast,” he said, his voice low as he bent his head, bringing his mouth closer to my ear. “We should explore this.”
I blinked, suddenly turned on like never before. “Explore what?”
“This.” He nipped my earlobe and every thought I had withered away.Oh, dear God.This wasn’t part of the plan. “You want it too.”
I swallowed, shaking my head. We couldn’t do this. He, of all people, wasnoton the agenda tonight.
“I don’t think that’s wise,” I whispered.
“Then tell me to stop,” he said, his voice dropping another octave. He placed a hand on my hip and my skin bloomed withheat. “You aren’t even real, are you? An angel would never tempt the devil.”
Both hands on my hips now, he pulled me closer to him, our bodies flush.
“I’m not… tempting anyone,” I rasped. I couldn’t let this man touch me—I had to put a stop to it. And yet… my body leaned closer to his, light drawn to darkness.
“You can’t deny it, but something tells me you know that all too well.”
“I don’t even know your name,” I protested, but my voice was so quiet it was barely audible. Yes, Wynter had briefed me on this man, but “Priest” couldn’t possibly be his real name. “This is wrong.”
“Forget about right and wrong,” he commanded, ignoring my feeble reasoning. I nodded, almost as if in a trance. “Now look at me.”
I lifted my head, staring up at him. His pupils were so wide, the blue hue of his eyes almost swallowed by the black. But it was the longing in his gaze that captivated me.
I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but no words came out. All I could focus on were his strong fingers flexing on my hips. My core contracted, flooding with heat and making me suck in a stuttered breath.
I licked my lips, every cell in my body vibrating with sexual energy. I didn’t know what it was about this man, but I wanted his hands on me, his fingers inside me. Just this once, I wanted to do something wild and reckless and let this gorgeous stranger ravish me and relieve this aching need.
“Now what?” I breathed out.
The man locked eyes with me as he trailed his hand up my thigh.
“Now I make you come,” he grunted, his fingers reaching my panties and effortlessly sliding inside the flimsy fabric.
The music pumped, matching the anticipation buzzing through my veins. I wanted to touch him, rake my hands through his hair to steady myself as he slid his fingers through my folds, but intuition warned me he wouldn’t like it.
So instead, I kept my thoughts away from my friends and tonight’s mission, picturing eyes on us and being thrilled by it.
“Soaking wet already,” he growled with a smirk.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” I told him, hoping he couldn’t read the shock of it on my face. Thisneverhappened to me.
