“I swear Simon, come closer, and I’ll stab you.” I was hysterical, my clammy fist, grasping the wood of the sharp, pronged wine-opener, was shaking uncontrollably.
Simon was barely two arms lengths away from me. In a blur of movement, he had my wrist in his grip, the weapon falling uselessly to the floor, his other arm wrapping around my chest in a powerful embrace. “Ughh!” I exhaled, the air forced out of my lungs violently.
His lips caressed my ear as he growled coldly. “Didn’t Gavrik tell you? We’ve trained in Krav Maga together for the past ten years. There’s nothing you could have done to me, Avalina.” I felt his heart pump rapidly beneath his chest, despite his calmly spoken words. His heated breath seemed to scorch my skin as he pressed his lips against my jugular. He kissed me, sucking so voraciously, I knew it would leave a bruise.
I struggled against him. “Leave me alone. You heard von Richter, I’m remaining with Sabine and you have no authority here!” His hold tightened on me and he suddenly ripped me around to face him, my lips inches from his. Like Gav, he was tall and his sheer physicality was paralyzing. His eyes crinkled at the sides with humor and he chuckled. “Authority? You’re kidding yourself, woman… I don’t need authority for anything. Werner’s an idiot. He’s simply a pawn in this game. I don’t need his or anyone’s approval to do what I want to do. And sugar, right now what I want to do is you.” He licked my ear roughly. He actually licked my ear! Handsome and dangerous, he could have been a perfect villain in a bad play.
“Simon!” I pushed back against him and knew instantly that I had made a mistake. I initiated a physical response, and he countered. He pressed his front against me, and the unmistakable hard eagerness of his member surged up against my lower half. Oh God, I was turning him on. Every time I struggled against him, it excited him. I needed to stop. I went limp instead, but he seemed to anticipate that move. He lifted me with his powerful arms and pressed his mouth against mine, forcing me to open. “Don’t,” I mumbled through the kiss, “I’ll bite down!” I warned. But he penetrated my soft lips, charging in with passionate and expert licks, coddling and coaxing my tongue to play with his. I pushed against him, too scared to actually clamp down and hurt him.
He pulled away, breathless.“You want to bite me, sweetness, then do it!” He forced himself on me again, sucking all my air out. My nostrils flared in response. To my horror, the heat in my belly rose and moisture pooled in my panties. His large palm had cupped my bottom and with his other hand, he began to wrestle with my breast harshly. “Ava!” he whispered feverishly, covering my mouth whole. Suddenly, I tasted a sharp tang. My God, he’d bitten down on his own tongue! Our mouths flooded with his blood and I thought I was going to gag, the sweet metallic taste assaulting my taste buds with a savage tingle I’d never experienced before. He continued to kiss me forcefully, yet unhurried, groaning and seemingly oblivious to the sting of his wound, as he crushed our bodies together as if trying to devour me whole.
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