Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

VAR

I f she had been Eve offering me the poison apple that would destroy the earth, I would have gladly taken a big, juicy bite.

The woman was sin incarnate, and I was here for it.

The second she guessed my intent, she turned and lunged for the door.

Not only was I not letting her get away from me, there was absolutely no fucking way I was letting anyone else feast their eyes on what I just saw.

I vaulted over the sofa, tipping it until the back crashed onto the floor.

We reached the outer apartment door at the same time.

I slammed my body into hers, trapping her against the hardwood.

"You're not going anywhere," I growled, all semblance of civility gone.

This was no longer about that dickhead dictator or forged art or murder.

This was only about her and me.

And taking what I'd wanted since the moment she fell into my arms.

It had only been a few hours, but I felt as if I had been denied life-saving water for years.

I had every intention of drowning myself in her.

"Let me go," she panted.

My right arm tightened around her waist as I moved a hand up to cup her left breast. "Not a chance in hell."

The pert nub of her erect nipple pressed against my palm through the wet T-shirt. Fuck, I loved the curve of her full breasts.

"I'll scream."

Shoving her damp and curly hair away from her neck with my other hand, I sucked on her neck. "That's a promise."

I flipped her body around until her back was pressed against the door.

Cupping her neck, I yanked her forward as my mouth claimed hers.

Her small fists beat at my shoulders as my tongue pushed inside her warm mouth. The moment I did so, my cock lengthened down the inside of my thigh.

Fuck, I needed to feel that same warmth around my shaft.

But now I was too worked up to fuck her mouth. I'd choke her to death.

Only the sweet clasp of her pussy would satisfy me.

Swallowing her pleas, I wrapped my arm around her back and lifted her bare feet off the floor as I carried her back toward the living room.

My tongue dueled with hers as I clenched at the hair at the back of her skull, holding her steady for my assault.

Needing more, I released her, but only to whip the thermal shirt over my head.

I wanted—no, needed—to feel my skin against hers.

Her eyes widened as she scanned the violent ink images tattooed across my chest.

There was no help for it.

I was a violent man who was dangerous to cross.

Something she was about to find out.

I nodded at her. "Take off that shirt. I want to see your breasts."

Her mouth opened on a silent cry before she turned and tried to flee.

She tripped over the capsized sofa, falling to her knees onto the back cushions as she clutched at the edge of the seat.

Putting her in the perfect kneeling position.

Before she could rise, I was on her.

I fell to my knees behind her, widening my legs to push hers between them.

My hands spanned over her hips. "Have it your way, beautiful. From behind it is."

I tore at her wet T-shirt, raising it to expose her ass and back.

Gripping the edge of the sofa, I leaned forward, pressing my chest to her back as I wrapped my arm around her front to cup her breast again. It felt even more full because of her prone position, almost as if she were resting the weight of it into my palm.

I licked the column of her neck before latching on, sucking hard.

If we only had one night together, then so be it.

She would not end it without my mark on her body.

Vivian groaned as her hips bucked. "No. Get off me."

Not believing her protest for one second, I pushed my hand between her legs. Using my two middle fingers, I slid them along her slick pussy. As I gently vibrated them against her clit, I rasped into her ear, "Once again, I've proven you a liar, beautiful."

"It doesn't mean anything."

I pushed both of my fingers inside of her. "It means everything."

Her inner walls clenched and resisted.

She was so goddamn tight.

I frowned. "When was the last time you had a cock inside this tight pussy?"

Using my free hand, I raised my arm high before swiftly lowering it over her bare ass, smacking it with the flat of my hand.

Her back arched as she screamed.

As a perfect handprint blossomed on her perfect skin, I said, "I'll ask again. When was the last time you had a cock inside of you?"

Still defiant, she glared at me over her shoulder. "I don't need a cock. I have a vibrator."

Fuck, she was a treasure.

I loved a woman with a fighting spirit. They were such a rare find.

After lowering my zipper, I pulled out my cock, pumping it with my fist, I warned, "We'll see about that."

Grasping her hip, I positioned myself behind her.

She bucked. "No!"

I spanked her ass again. "Don't lie to me. I know you want this just as much as I do."

She breathed heavily as her big, emerald eyes looked at me over her shoulder. "Not without a condom!"

Never in my life had I fucked a woman without a condom. I even carried one in my wallet like any responsible, considerate lover.

A demon rose inside of my chest. There was something unholy about this experience.

Maybe it was the violence that bound us.

Or the way she dared to disobey me.

Or that we only had right now.

But I would not dull the ferocious need pounding in my blood by separating us with a piece of fucking rubber.

Whether I saw God or the devil tonight, the moment I thrust into her cunt, it would be flesh to flesh.

"You've had enough rubber inside this pussy."

Fuck her dildos.

A woman like this was built for a man's cock.

Twisting her hair into my fist until her back arched, I anchored her hips with my free hand and thrust forward.