I melted, my inability to say no fueled by the responses of my body. The heat flushed through me and flooded my most sensitive areas. The sticky wet feeling that followed it all to familiar.
My body lusted after him and there was nothing I could do. I’d tried fighting it, I’d tried denying myself. I’d done just about everything a woman could do, but now it was time to give in. I just had to enjoy the ride.
So I did.
I kissed him deeply, my tongue invading his mouth, letting my know the passion he held for me. He was responsible for this entire mess, all of it. He couldn’t keep his hands off me that night at that poker game, and he couldn’t help himself. He just had to take me out for the world to see. For my uncle to see. Greyson Fitzgerald started this cascade of events and he alone was responsible for it.
“Tell me, Joanna.” He picked me up and kissed me hard, his teeth bruising my lips as he gripped my flesh. The man was impossible. He couldn’t take pleasure without pain, and to be honest, I didn’t want it any other way.
“What do you want to hear?” I asked, choosing the role of the playful defiant.
“Tell me what you want me.”
“I want you, Greyson. It’s impossible and foolish and likely to get me into a lot of trouble, but I can’t stop myself when it comes to you.” I was so honest in that moment, so raw that I shocked even myself.
His mouth switched from surprise to enjoyment, however and he growled in my ear, the guttural noise of his want overwhelming me.
“How much.”
I kissed him again, showing him just how much I wanted him. All of that emotion. All of that need, that fear, all that raw passion. It was like a dam in me broke somewhere and all of the baggage I’d been carrying with me came tumbling down before him. I didn’t realize it, but somewhere in that kiss I started crying.
I was afraid to admit how much I wanted this. How much I wanted him.
He laid me down on the bed and grinned. “God, Jo, you know exactly how to make a guy feel wanted. Still, I should punish you for not calling me sooner.”
There it was, the darkness I was looking for. I liked that about him, wanted it. I wanted to see the demons in his soul, to know exactly how dark he was. I should’ve run from him, but I couldn’t. I wanted him too fucking much. It was a weakness, it could get me killed. Especially in the world we both resided in.
“I think I might be falling for you,” I said slowly. I saw the anger register in his face, but it was too late.
The words slipped out of my mouth before I realized I was saying them.
“You shouldn’t have said that.” His words betrayed his actions as he came down hard onto me and kissed me deeply. It was like he was a rabid animal, kissing me with more passion than I could handle.
He undressed me quickly, not bothering to care about the state of my clothing when he finally got them off. They were strewn about and I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were ripped.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said it, but I could tell from the way he spread my thighs and growled out my name that it was something he wanted to hear.
He spread my legs apart and crawled up me looking at me as I lay under him.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Joanna. I try not to look but my eyes are drawn to you every time. It doesn’t matter if we are in a room full of people or if it’s just the two of us. You have me under some kind of spell.”
And in that moment I felt it. It was like there was a spell around us, pulling the two of us together.
But he was still dressed, so I reached over and pulled his suit jacket off, then his button down shirt, and on until he was finally in nothing more than his underwear.
“And you, look at you.” He was muscular and solid. Strong.
Every bit the in charge man he claimed to be. I loved and hated that about him. He was the heir to a fortune. To a throne. It was a throne built on murder and depravity, and I knew that, I held no illusions, but it made him into such a decisive man. Even I couldn’t deny the power he held over me. I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly who he was, it was why I was fighting it so hard. But I couldn’t run anymore. This was happening. This was my life. And I might as well drink it all in.
“I can’t wait any longer, Jo. I need you.”
I needed him too.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me as he spread my legs and entered me.
He was so big and strong inside of me, pressing against the walls of my pussy as he filled me.
He drove me to a place of ecstasy almost immediately. But I held on because I wanted to enjoy the journey.
He thrust in and out of me slowly at first and then quicker until he was thrusting into me with full force. And every bit of it felt amazing.