“Rookie mistake.” He chuckled. “Never trust a sociopath.”
His lips slammed against mine, and our tongues found one another. My hands impulsively moved to his face, demanding more, begging, roaming, clutching, before he grabbed both my wrists with one hand and pressed my back against the length of his desk, pinning my arms over my head. He climbed over me, his erection nestling against my pussy. I wanted him withabandon I didn’t know existed in me. His teeth bit and nipped at my mouth, and I got angry, frustrated, returning his kiss with my own boldness. With demanding strokes, exploring every corner of his mouth. His free hand was fumbling all around me but not actuallyonme, and then his lips ripped from my mouth and wrapped around my right nipple, and that was when I realized I was naked from the waist up.
What the…?
My eyes flew open, but it was too dark to see anything.
I heard the ripping sound of the fabric of my pajamas.
“I was doing you a fucking favor.” His mouth moved over my nipple, sucking it with insatiable greed. “That top washorrid.”
The dagger he’d retrieved from the drawer was so close to my pubic bone I felt it lick my skin teasingly. He was still holding the weapon he used to tear my top, I realized.
“Go on then.” I found his eyes in the dark, and they were gleaming with menace. “Kill me. I know you’re capable of it, Tate.”
He pressed the dagger—a letter opener, I realized—to the tip of my chin, nostrils flaring.
I tilted my chin up, still meeting his grinds thrust for thrust through our clothes, never breaking eye contact. “I should be on the list too,” I said.
“Shut up,” he snarled.
“If it weren’t for me, Daniel would still be alive.”
I had to push him.
I had to show him he wasn’t beyond redemption.
There was something brilliant inside me, something that deserved to be loved, and he needed to know that.
The letter opener pressed harder into my skin, not yet breaking it but enough for me to feel the pinch. I swallowed but pushed through, pressing my pussy to his cock, feeling it nestling inside.
“Kill me, Tate.”
“I’ll do you one better, Apricity. I’ll ruin you.”
He tossed the letter opener to the floor, scooping me into his arms, sucking my entire breast into his mouth. Every nerve ending in my body concentrated in the rigid, tight bud of my nipple while he suckled and teased and bit it. He freed my wrists, and his hands were everywhere I wanted them. Teasing my other nipple. Caressing my stomach, my waist. Kneading my ass. Moving farther down to my panties. The base of his palm pressed against my slit through the flimsy fabric. It was wet with my want for him.
A low groan escaped his throat.
I didn’t know if I could survive this man.
I didn’t know if I wanted to.
His mouth slid down from my nipple to the length of my rib cage and stomach, kissing and nibbling on every inch of flesh, on my sweat and my scent. I had never been worshipped before. Splayed on an altar and ravaged so thoroughly. Tate did not miss one cell of my upper body before his tongue teased my hip bones, kissing them softly, hooking his thumbs into the junction between my center and my thighs, spreading me open and nuzzling his nose into my slit through my knickers.
I cried out, arching, grabbing the back of his head and pressing him to my core shamelessly.
“Take off my bottoms,” I urged him between desperate pants.
He chuckled darkly into me but, being the arsehole that he was, didn’t remove my knickers. Instead, he began nibbling me through them. Teasing with pressure and heat.
He knew it wasn’t enough to hurl me over the edge but was just sufficient to drive me mental. He trailed his tongue along my labia, then sucked my entire pussy into his mouth. Flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue.
Again.
And again.
Faster.
