Caleb Killic was pure sex, and he knew it.
But the part that scared me most? Was that I wanted it. I wanted to taste him again,
"You won't go far. My men only allowed for you to get in but I haven't ordered them to let you out yet."
Killing him would have been so easy. Why couldn't I have just killed him?
He slid out of bed and made his way to me. All long, muscular limbs, and six-pack abs. He was a fucking Adonis, and I was this weak bitch who couldn't even walk out that door.
Just go.
Run. I said to myself, not knowing why I stayed.
He smiled at me as he cupped my cheek, and my heart skipped a fucking beat.
“I know you’re mad…”
"Don't," I swept my head away.
“What did you expect me to do, Duchess. I had to get your attention somehow.”
“So, you decided to take the most important thing I have?” I seethed.
“Not take it. Not yet. Just own a little piece of it. It’s only fair that you start to pay back what you stole.”
“Go eat ass,” I spat out.
“Oh, I will. All the ass you’ll give me.”
He pulled me in closer. “Because you can try and hate me, Duchess, but in the end, you'll only keep coming back. And do you know why?”
He didn’t wait for my response. “Because I have something you want."
I narrowed my eyes on him. "Yeah? And what would that be?"
"This."
He leaned in slowly, and I froze, knowing what was coming. When his lips finally crushed mine, it was the kind of kiss that left no room for thought. It was all-consuming, reckless, and soul-snatching. It was the kind of kiss that ripped your name right out of your mouth and made you forget the world was still spinning.
I whimpered against his lips, that soft, involuntary sound betraying just how badly I wanted this. How badly I wanted him. It was all the permission he needed to drive himself over the edge.
With a low growl, he wrapped one strong arm around my waist and spun us effortlessly, like I weighed nothing at all. My breath caught as he carried me backward, and before I could utter a word, I was crashing down into the center of the mattress, the sheets folding around me, trapping me in their silkiness and the scent of him.
His body followed mine, heat and muscle and hunger pressing against me as we clawed at each other’s clothes. Buttons popped, fabric tore, and the second my panties slipped down my thighs and hit the floor, he stilled.
The air around us turned electric.
He dragged his gaze down the length of my bare body like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. Then he crawled forward, looking like a predator, like he had all the time in the world to ruin me.
His mouth found my inner thigh first. A whisper of a kiss. Then another, a little higher. And another, closer still.
He didn’t rush it. Didn’t speak.
He let his lips and tongue do all the talking, marking a trail up my trembling skin, devouring me, and damn me, I wanted him to.
I fisted the sheets, my hips already lifting to meet him, and all I could think was that if he didn’t claim me soon, I was going to come undone from the anticipation alone.
And from the heat in his eyes as he looked up at me…
