Page 47 of Ruthless Chaos
He makes a show of looking at his watch.
“Gosh, I seem to have lost track of the time. I’m due for a meeting.” Holmes walks over to his desk and shoves some books and loose leaves into his briefcase, then makes a beeline for the door. “Have a pleasant afternoon, Miss Clarke and Mister Duke.”
Then he’s gone.
I approach Allie like a hunter stalking his prey.
She’s got her bag slung across her shoulder. Her eyes dart between me and the door, frantically searching for an escape route.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I smile. My blood is pumping all over. I’m drunk on the power I feel. “You look like you’ve seen a monster.”
For each step I take forward, she takes one backward.
The sight of her like this appeals to my most carnal desires. It takes all of my self-restraint not to touch her.
I came here to talk some sense into her, not get a taste for something I can’t have.
But she’s affecting me even more than she did that night by the lake. Maybe it’s because I know what her lips taste like, what her moans sound like.
She’s a virgin, I tell myself.She’ll get attached.
I don’t want her to get attached.
But I also can’t stop picturing her lips around my cock.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” Allie’s voice is a breathy whisper.
Oh, Allie. I’m not the kind of man who will listen to you if you beg. It only makes me want to take what Iknowher body wants to give me.
We’re still locked in a cat-and-mouse chase, but she has yet to realize resisting me is making it worse for herself. She stares at me wide-eyed, all the while inching backward.
I grin. “I would never do anything to you that you wouldn’t enjoy.” A chuckle shakes my shoulders. The logical part of my brain slices through the haze of lust clouding my thoughts. “I just want to talk to you.”
Her steps slow. “Talk?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Talk.”
Allie seems to consider my words, sucking in her lower lip.
Fuck. That innocent action looks so fucking erotic on her. Blood rushes southward.
I’m hit by the same feeling everywhere I look.
I look at her hair, and all I think of is fisting my hands in those curls while I force her head down on my cock. I look at her neck and I think of the marks I know I left there. Even her fucking thighs, they’re thick and perfect for straddling my face.
It’s peak irony that she’s a virgin but her body looks like a work of art created for my pleasure. She doesn’t even know what she does to me.
That’s the worst part.
It takes me a few moments to remember why I’m even here.
I quicken my steps. Allie turns to run but ends up face-to-face with the wall.
Her features crumple when she realizes she’s trapped herself. I cross the space between us, blocking her escape with my body.
She turns to me hesitantly, her body stiff with tension.
“Now that you’ve stopped running.” Against my better judgment, I reach down and wrap my fingers around her neck. “I need you to listen.”
