I felt her hand sliding between us, cupping and squeezing my cock. I bit down, taking the tender tissue between my teeth, savoring the way her body shimmied. “Do you want me, Roxy? Do you hunger to have my cock inside your sweet pussy?”
“Mmm…” She squeezed even harder, her long fingers dancing over my aching shaft. I heard the sound of my zipper being pulled.
I fisted her hair as I brushed my lips to her other nipple, pushing away the slender material until I was able to free her breast. I could lick her for hours. Pleasure before pain. Why not?
“Why don’t we get a room?” she whispered, dragging her tongue around her lips.
“I think I’d enjoy an appetizer right here. Don’t you?” I wasn’t going to take no for an answer, pulling her further into the shadows.
“Aren’t you worried someone would see?”
“Let them, sweet cherie. What do we care?” I countered.
“Such a bad boy,” she purred then lifted her dress.
I wasted no time, wrapping my fingers around the thin elastic of her panties. With a single jerk of my hand, there was no more hindrance.
“I love a dominating man, one who can control me.” Panting, she snagged her fingers in my hair as she threw one leg around me, arching her back.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I eased my cockhead to her sweet little pussy, slipping past her slickened folds. I thrust all the way inside before pulling her other leg around me, the force pushing her hard against the side of the building. “But when I dominate a woman, I own her. Break her. One day, you’re going to belong to me.” The words were easy to say, my hunger unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“Oh, God. Oh…” Willow tossed her head back and forth, her breath skipping, her fingers digging into the skin on my neck.
She was so hot, searing every cell in my body, her muscles clamped around me like a tight vise. I plunged harder and faster, enjoying simply taking her.
“Do you like fucking a man you don’t know?” I asked.
Her response was another squeeze of her muscles, a lilting laugh. “Do you like being in control?” she countered, grinding into me as the hard fucking continued.
“I’m always in control.” I shifted the angle and the moment I did, she let out a loud shriek.
“Yes. Yes!” She lolled her head on my shoulder, her legs tightly wrapped around me.
Within seconds, I could tell she was close to coming. I kept the thrusts hard and even, slamming into her again and again.
“Oh, God. Oh…” Her moans continued and she tugged on my hair, her body shaking uncontrollably. “I’m going to… Oh. Oh. Oh!”
I could feel the warm gush seconds before I exploded into her, tipping my head back and roaring toward the night sky. This was exceptional.
Perfect.
Dangerous.
And I wanted more.
The sound of laughter was boisterous as several partygoers pushed their way onto the patio.
Willow shot me an almost horrified look then her expression quickly changed, a sly smile crossing her face. Easing her legs to the floor, she rose onto her tiptoes as she adjusted her dress then kissed my cheek and whispered, “You are one dangerous man.”
Mere seconds before she dashed off and back inside.
The woman had secrets of her own, a darkness surrounding her very soul and I was determined to pick away the layers, unearthing the truth. I held her panties under my nose, reveling in the sweet smell of her. The woman was delicious.
And I knew we would.
And I would be ready.
For anything…
Willow
Present time
Break me.
The bastard could try. Then Aleksei would soon learn a lesson he’d never forget. “Where are we going?” The rumble of the car engine was frightening as he took every turn in a powerful manner. He hadn’t bothered tying my hands or restraining me in any manner. He was taking me at my word. I would follow along with this game until I knew all the details.
Information was power, after all.
When he didn’t answer immediately, I turned to gaze at him, memories of the dance on the patio high above the city firmly planted in my mind. I had to remind myself that he was a cold-blooded killer, not a suave businessman establishing a deal with a colleague. He was out for my brother’s company, but there was no indication this was anything but business.
The mystery surrounding the reason why Peter had long held a dark grudge against the Petrov family nagged at me. I knew there were two sides to every story. Perhaps it was time I came out of my brother’s shadows, learning the full truth.
A pang of anxiety tugged at me.
There were so many complications, far too many secrets. I didn’t need a brooding Russian with a gun to tell me that. I’d simply chosen not to engage in any of Peter’s business practices, preferring a quiet life, when I wasn’t called to fulfill my duty.