Chapter 6 #3
Maybe I was fighting for words to try to stave him off whatever horrible deed he had planned for me. The ridiculousness of what I’d just said weighed heavily. Why was it that this man unnerved me more than any other?
“When was the time of death, Catherine? When did the man I supposedly killed die?”
I wanted to scream at him to stop saying my name. Hearing the syllables oozing from his lips was far too sexual, the deep timbre of his voice cascading prickles down my arms.
“When?” he pushed.
The question caught me off guard. I scoured my mind to try to answer the question. “I will need to look that up. In truth, I didn’t remember seeing it on the information I was provided.”
His laugh was laced with bitterness.
“Mmm… I find that interesting because it’s pivotal to the case.
It’s something that any first-year attorney should know to look at when accusing a man of a crime that he insists he didn’t commit.
And yes, even a monster like me can be wrongfully accused of a crime.
Or are you so jaded that you can’t see the possibility? ”
Taking another step away, I threw out my arm. “There isn’t a criminal alive who’ll admit their guilt, especially you.” Maybe I was jaded. The man was making me question everything, which was ridiculous. Who the hell did he think he was?
“You don’t know a thing about me, Catherine. As you just said, you were only assigned the case this morning so you assuming guilt surprises me. We’re not much different, you and I.”
“Bullshit. We are very different.”
“Why? Because I’m a killer? Are you so certain of that? If so, why is it that you’re craving to learn more about me, including if your earlier accusation about my dick is accurate?”
“You fucking son of a bitch. How dare you.” Why was my pussy throbbing so much? Why was it that I couldn’t breathe around him?
“How dare I? My life is on the line, Counselor. But you should be searching for the real killer as there have been two dead bodies in the last week. My guess is that there will be more.”
What was he getting at?
I had no idea what he was trying to say. Maybe putting doubt in my mind, questioning the officials? I’d yet to inform him that I’d likely be yanked off the case faster than my head could spin after what had occurred.
Playing word games with him held no interest for me. “I’ll be certain to tell the DA when I talk with him. I’m certain he’ll want to reassign the case since it’s already been tampered with.”
“Perhaps you should ask him why you were assigned at the last minute, forcing you to be in that courthouse at the right time.”
“Stop. Just stop. I’m not going to hear this.” If he continued to crowd my space, I was going to punch him in the face. My nipples ached, my body swaying. Why?
“I can tell by your expression that there is some reason you might have enemies of your own.” He glanced all the way down to my feet. Once again, he was devouring me as if I should give myself to him. That would never happen.
Damn him. Damn everything about him.
I don’t know what I thought I was doing, but between the terror and the frustration, I was fresh out of managing any common sense. I headed to his fancy bar, thumping the glass down, immediately moving further away and storming toward the door.
Why I’d been stupid enough to think I could just walk out the door was beyond me. When he advanced, I spun away, almost making it to the door when he grabbed my arm. His fingers dug into my skin, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. With a hard jerk, I was in his arms once again.
My mind was having difficulty processing his insinuations, my body straining against his determined mental domination, which was why I snapped, screaming at him, “What do you want from me?”
“Your obedience.”
“Well, you’re not going to get it. What are you are going to give me is the truth. Always.”
The midnight pools of his eyes glistened from anger or annoyance, but the moment was short lived. I could see something else, a sense of something much darker exploding from deep within.
“Are you certain you want the truth, Catherine? Are you certain that it won’t rock your world in ways you aren’t prepared for?”
“Once again, don’t flatter yourself. I always want the truth. It’s whether you have the guts to provide it.”
His laugh was entirely different, oozing of danger.
“You’re here because you made the mistake of crawling into my world.
You’re here because I want you to be.” He pulled me onto my toes, his chest rising and falling from agitation and desire.
“And something you’ll learn about me. I always take what I want. ”
His lips crashed into mine and he pulled me as tightly against him as possible before I could stop him.
All the irritation and anger I’d seen in him mixed with his raging hunger and was forced onto me.
I was completely shocked, shaken to my core as his warm tongue found a space between my lips, diving hungrily inside.
When I wiggled in his hold, he fisted the back of my hair with such force, I was rendered completely immobile. I tried pushing him away, but it was no use. His hold was far too strong.
Entirely possessive.
The man was rock hard everywhere, refusing to back down as he kissed me so ferociously, I couldn’t breathe.
All I could do was moan, the sound captured instantly.
With every sound I made, he kissed me harder.
The feel of his hand as he rubbed his palm down my back created a wave of white-hot tingles.
As tense as I had been only seconds before, I could feel my body betraying me even more.
His tongue dominated mine, expertly taking what he wanted.
The man was corrupting me, his words holding meaning.
He was taking me. There was no question to ask, no chance of saying no to him. The man wasn’t built that way.
The craziness of the moment stifled all sense of right and wrong, the desire for him more than a simple matter of chemistry. Our connection was off the charts, wild and unbridled, something I would never be able to explain.
Much like my near surrender.
His actions were rough, his scent infusing my senses. There was such power in his raw masculinity and his erection pressing between my thighs. Every action was driving me close to an edge I’d never survive.
Against my will, I was suddenly sliding my hands up the length of his back, tangling my fingers in his thick hair. My core was on fire, my breasts aching for his touch. The wild throbbing of my pussy forced another moan.
I was slowly falling into the same darkness, melting into him, craving the side of passion that I’d never experienced. And that only he could provide. The vibrations were electric, my heart thudding. A part of me wanted him to strip away the remainder of my defenses.
Yet this was wrong. I hated this man, or men like him. Always taking. Never giving. A beast believing himself to be above the law.
A man with no conscience.
If so, why did I feel so alive, threatened only by the loneliness I’d feel when he walked away?
When he finally pulled back, his eyes bore into mine with a complete deference to what had just occurred.
To what he’d just taken.
He cupped my face, shaking his head slowly as he brushed the rough pads of his fingers across my skin.
We were both breathless, the man leaving me wanting for everything I couldn’t have. But he left me, walking through the double doors and closing them with a hard click.
A second click jogged me from the delicious spell and I rushed forward, immediately trying the doors.
Groaning, I turned around, leaning my head against the wood.
The bastard had locked me in, forcing my surrender after all.