Chapter Eight
Lillith
I pounded on one side of the double doors. A frenzy of fury sped through my veins. It was the only thing that made me stupid enough to show up here. Of course he would be staying at the nicest hotel in town in the best suite. One call and I knew exactly where to find him.
I pounded harder.
Finally, the door to the penthouse suite flew open. My breath caught, and I swallowed around the awe that suddenly thickened my throat as a startling jolt of attraction flashed in the air.
God, how could I find this man so attractive?
He was so gorgeous. So appealing and big and bad.
I hated him, didn’t I?
I took a deep breath and found my resolve. Yes, I hated every single perfectly sculpted inch of him. I fisted the reason for my hate in my hand and charged passed him through the door. I spun around and shoved the paperwork his direction. “What is this?”
He widened his eyes as he let the door fall closed. “Please, Ms. Redd, do come inside.”
“I asked you what this is.” My voice was gravel as my gaze flashed down his body.
Desire burning me from the inside out.
I tried to stop them, I did, but I was assaulted by the memories of the alleyway from last night.
His fingers.
His mouth.
Heat swept across my flesh.
I looked away, as if I were suddenly interested in taking in the luxury of his suite. The area was dim, only a spray of light that tumbled in from the attached bedroom to my right cut across the floor. A living area was at the front and a long conference table was set up in the back near the floor-to-ceiling windows. It offered an awe-inspiring view of the city I loved.
The reason for my visit.
I turned my attention back to him and refused myself the pleasure of taking in his glorious face or his irresistible body. It was close to impossible to do, considering his shirt was unbuttoned, showing off a hint of the toned, olive skin of his chest and abdomen.
Oh God. This was so very bad.
I struggled to keep my mouth from trembling when I spat the words again. “What is this?”
He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe I could be so dense. “A contract of sale.”
“I know it’s a contract of sale. What I want to know is how you already have it and why Addelaine Tindall signed it.”
He stood a mere ten feet from me, the lines of his face playing in the shadows.
He slowly stalked forward. “I warned you, I always get what I want.”
“Not this time, you don’t. I told you I would see to it that building remained intact. I know her signature was coerced, and I intend to prove it.”
In a flash, he was in my face, his stance fierce and bristling as he backed me deeper into the space. “I would suggest you get your facts straight before you barge in here making accusations.”
My teeth grated. “She would never sign this of her own free will. I know her.”
He pried my fingers from the papers I fisted and tossed them onto the table I hadn’t even realized he had me backed against. “Ms. Redd, maybe you think you have it all figured out, or maybe you know absolutely nothing at all.”
“I know you’re an asshole.” It was a whisper against his lips. His lips that were suddenly crushing mine.
It was a tyranny. The way his mouth moved over mine and his hand fisted in my hair, jerking my head back as he commanded the kiss.
Aggressively.
Precisely.
Air shot from my lungs when he hoisted me onto the table, a massive hand gliding up my backside as he pushed up my skirt. He greedily gripped my ass. “I bet this ass will feel just as good as that sweet cunt.”
“Fuck you.” I hissed the words as I tore his shirt free from the wide, foreboding strength of his shoulders, exposing the raw beauty of this overpowering man.
Desire spiraled, pulsed, and ached.
He wedged his hips between my thighs as the demand of his kiss intensified.
Devouring.
Provoking.
His hands were at the belt of my jacket, tugging at the loop, setting it free. “Red drives me wild. Did you know that, Lillith? Did you know finding you standing in my doorway in it was nothing less than a provocation. A bull set to charge.”
“I hate you,” I barely managed.
“Are you sure about that?” he crooned. “Maybe you’re wrong about all of that, too. I think you want me just as badly as I want you.”
A moan rolled from my tongue when he yanked my coat down my arms and peeled it from my body. The movement forced me back. His mouth was instantly on my neck, licking and biting, building a frenzy of need in my belly.
My fingernails dug into his shoulders as he rocked against my center.
Need lit up like a torch behind my eyes, and my full focus turned to the button and zipper of his pants, tugging them loose.
“What am I doing?” It was all a delirious jumble of words as he gripped my breasts in both of his enormous hands before sliding them against my belly and rushing them up beneath the satiny material of my blouse, stoking flames across my skin.
He tore the fabric over my head.
“You’re getting ready to find out just what it’s like to have a man you’ll never forget.”
He released the clasp of my bra. The cool air that blew across my nipples beaded them into tight, hard peaks. He leaned down, flattened his tongue across one in the same second he was twisting out of his pants and his underwear.
My fingers drove into his hair. Tiny sparks of pleasure shocked through my body. Tightening my belly and throbbing between my thighs. Teeth scraped my chin. My neck. “Asshole,” I whimpered.
“Bitch,” he grated before my skirt and underwear were gone, casualties of this man who laid every reservation to waste with every hungry touch.
God, how badly I needed this.
And how badly I hated I did.
I gulped when I realized we both were bare, my eyes wide as I took him in where he towered over me.
Everything about him was compelling.
Formidable.
Unstoppable.
Irresistible.
Every sculpted inch of his body was perfection.
But his eyes…his dark, dark eyes were demanding something I couldn’t read.
“You won’t win this,” I somehow managed as I stared up at him, my chin rigid.
He gripped it between his thumb and forefinger, his words a breath against my lips. “I already have.”
That was right in the same second a frenzy of movement ignited between us. The man covered his cock with a condom in the flash of a second before he fisted himself at the base, his dick just parting my slit.
My head spun, dizzy with desire and a hint of pain as he spread me.
“Oh…oh…” I panted for coherency. “You’re…too big.”
He gripped my thigh, and his teeth clenched as he worked himself inside. “Big is better, baby. I thought we already established that.”
“I’m more a ‘how you use it’ kind of girl.” Where that came from, I had no idea. But with him, I couldn’t stop. The hostility that raged against this attraction I didn’t understand. An attraction too great. Something beyond reason.
Because this was insanity.
He gripped my knees, spreading me wide. Wider and wider. My hands barely clung to the edge of the table as he rocked, thrusting deeper with each pass. Deeper and deeper.
The clutch of my walls taking him. Needing him.
He groaned a guttural sound when he finally seated himself fully. It was something animalistic. Primal. “I knew it. I knew your pussy would be perfection. Sheer, utter perfection.”
His fucks grew harder, a demanding concoction that escalated with each deadly stroke. His hands slid from my knees to under the inside of my thighs, lifting me so he could get a better angle.
“Tight and sweet. I told you I’d make you mine. I told you. You’re mine, Lil’ Redd. Fucking mine.”
His fingertips evoked some kind of madness where he ran them along the crease of where we were joined, brushing all the way back to the pucker of my ass, before his thumb came insistent against my clit.
My head flailed as I fought the mounting pleasure. My nails raked across his magnificent chest and down his stomach.
“Stop fighting it. Stop fighting me. Trust me,” he growled.
“I don’t trust you at all.” I raged against the drive of his body that nearly sent me over the edge with each deep, decadent stroke.
A buzz bloomed in the deepest well of my body.
Physical.
Spiritual.
I no longer knew.
Building and building. Tingles shimmered and danced. Growing in intensity.
“Trust me,” he demanded as he pressed down on the base of my belly with a palm, his thumb magic where it stroked me into bliss.
Shattering, all-consuming bliss. A torrent that flowed and lifted and spun.
I cried out, gripping his shoulders as he thrust harder and faster and deeper until he roared, his teeth flashing in the night before they sank into the flesh of my shoulder.
It sent another shot of pleasure to my clit.
Aftershocks.
Quake after quake.
My foundation shattered.
He threaded his fingers in my hair, panting at my cheek. “Trust me. I promise you I won’t hurt her.”