AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Just a man who looks at a woman as if he’s unafraid to love her. Call me crazy, that I’mdeludingmyself, but that’s whatIchoose to see. He put in excessive effort. Love gives voice to actions, not measly ass words.
His hand hauls over the back of my neck, and he leans down, lips crashing into mine. Victor uses my moans to slip his tongue into my mouth, claiming me as his. He sucks in my frenzied gasp as if he'd swallow my soul if he could.
He devours me, and there’s not a thing I can do to stop him.
Not a thing Iwoulddo to stop him. Pleasure leaks in as the kiss deepens, and his hands slide down, skimming beneath the slender strap of my silk night slip.
“I’m undressed, and you’re not, Little One. We can’t have that.”
There's no hesitation as his fingers snatch the material from my burning hot flesh, no leisurely seduction. This is him taking ownership of whatbelongedto him at first sight.
He ruthlessly pinches my nipple, and I throw my head back, breaking the kiss. Reaching down with his free hand, he grabs my ass, hauling me up against his hard body as he spins and slams us into the door now behind me. Still in a thong, my legs lift, thighs guided around his waist.
“Vic, ouchhh.” I gasp as his teeth sink into the side of my neck.
“Where are your manners, Little One.” His hard body traps me against the bathroom door, and while my spine screams in agony and my pussy cries a similar tune, Victor runs his lips over the pain he inflicted on my throat.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“That’s not enough, Lux.” Victor’s desire presses against my stomach, and my hips roll, welcoming his massive length. His heat rubs over my lace panties, taunting my swollen, wet lips. Victor reaches between us, tearing my panties off. My heart slams against my ribs as his admiring gaze falls over me.
He lifts my arms over my head. The chilly wooden door attempts to cool my aching body as Victor’s blue eyes take on a feral glint. He lines himself up with my convulsing channel, and in one fell swoop, my spine hits the door again.
Bam.
Bam.
Bam.
“Oh fuck!” I cum instantly, nails biting into his biceps. My mouth sucks at the muscles of his shoulder as if attempting to gain a purchase on my sanity. Possession and danger shine in his eyes. I scream my appreciation, begging for mercy as the feeling of fullness tips me over the edge again and again.
Later in the evening, Victor whisks me out of the house, saying he’d shared too much of me with Alba, his brother, and a bloody wedding over the past few weeks. I joke that Alba hates the color red, so there will be no blood-red roses as we enter the clichéd classic restaurant with white linen-draped tables and flickering tea candles. As Victor greets a few people, I take a seat at the bar across the dining room. After ordering tea, I turn around to see if Victor has finished chatting. There are so many people wanting to talk to him. Every eye follows his commanding presence, except for one.
A man stands apart from the rest of the patrons in a dark hooded jacket and jeans. There are leather gloves on his hands. Sunglasses cover the only bit of his face that is visible. I find the man unnerving, but my attention is diverted when someone takes a seat at the bar rather close to me.
“Good evening, Luxury.” Seductive green eyes spark in my direction.
“Oh, Lake, was it?” I offer a pleasant smile as a greeting before taking a sip of my drink.
“Did you try thespicycurry?”
“Actually, I did.”I probably would’ve gotten alcohol poisoning if I hadn’t.Alba and I had enjoyed bowls before I finished Momma’s diary. “Good suggestion. Now, I’m sure you know that I am taken.”
“To be honest, those were my exact thoughts, until—” He cocks his head with a sexy smile.
My eyes track the direction of Lake’s gaze and narrow into slits.
“Miss Luxury, when I saw Victor with Madeline, I cocked-up. Or rather assumed that a beautiful woman like you was free.” Lake whispers in my ear as we watch the two of them talking. “And a unique, rare jewel that you are, I made it my mission to be at your service. Would you like me at your service?” he asks, lips almost grazing my ear.
“Have you eaten?” I stand.
“Nope.” Lake downs his whiskey. Catching my drift, he arises.
“Since you were a walking foodie the other day, would you be willing to join me for dinner?”
“Certainly.”
All right, so I might be playing with fire, but I don’t trust Madeline Elliott. When Lake Russell and I step over, Victor’s jaw could crush diamonds.
