She sighed as she gripped one hand on the railing. I could tell how tense she remained and when she took a deep breath, she tilted her head, breathing out in an exaggerated manner. I was completely mesmerized by her actions, fighting with my growing needs. If she only understood just how much of a predator I truly was, she would be more frightened than she appeared to be.

  I took another sip of scotch, holding the liquid in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. Nothing was going to ease the tension or replace the longing. I needed to taste her again.

  Fuck her.

  Consume her.

  Own her.

  The thought scared the fuck out of me. I’d fallen into an abyss of my making, acting as if I could dare risk losing someone else who I cared about. That could possibly break me.

  When she licked the rim of her glass, shifting her tongue back and forth, another growl threatened to expose me. There was no way I could relax, no method of stripping away the darkness furrowing inside.

  I wanted her and there was little I could do to control my urge.

  The moment she stiffened, I realized she could feel my presence. The connection we shared was something I’d never experienced before. She hesitated before shifting further away, still keeping her eyes on the area in front of us, using every ounce of energy to fight the same urges I’d felt the night before. There was no mistaking the hunger I’d seen in her eyes. She’d called me a monster.

  I was so much worse.

  We remained quiet, yet the electricity continued to build. There was a heightened level of pressure between us, swirling to the point my head pounded. When I finally couldn’t take it any longer, I stood, moving very slowly toward the railing. While I kept my distance, there was no doubt just how uncomfortable I was making her.

  Hope did everything to keep from looking in my direction, holding the glass of wine barely an inch from her face. As the light breeze floated in my direction, I could easily tell how aroused she’d become. The scent of her pretty pink pussy only drove my sadistic desires closer to the surface.

  My chest ached as my breathing became more ragged and with every shift of my hips, my cock rubbed against the jeans I’d changed into. The friction was increasing to the point I couldn’t take it much longer. Losing control was the worst thing I could do.

  And the best.

  As I inched closer, she blinked several times, the bright moon accentuating her porcelain skin. When I was finally only a few inches away, she shook her head, holding out her arm with her palm up.

  “Don’t,” she whispered hoarsely. “I don’t want you to come any closer.”

  “But you do want me, Hope. You want me to take you hard and fast just like before.”

  “No. No! You’re wrong. All I want is to be left alone. Can’t you do that?”

  “No. You seem to forget. I take exactly what I crave. Anywhere. Anytime.”

  She snapped her head in my direction, continuing to take ragged breaths. “That’s not fair. I didn’t agree to anything. You’re just so horrible. You’re… horrible.” The last words were barely a whisper, her entire body shaking.

  I pressed forward, refusing to give her any options. The monster inside of me had broken free, demanding to be fed. I placed my drink on the railing, moving slowly and taking the glass from her. She didn’t fight my actions, opening her fingers, gasping as they touched mine. I could tell she was darting her eyes back and forth, struggling with her emotions and her own increased needs.

  What the woman couldn’t understand was that the fire that had nearly consumed us the night before continued to burn hot. Every second we spent together only added gasoline to the flames. While there was no doubt that at some point they might consume us, the passion we’d share before that happened would be explosive.

  Reaching out, I slid the tip of my finger down the side of her face, hissing as the adrenaline continued to increase. I was nothing but a live wire, my heart thudding to the point the sound echoed in my ears. It was like brushing my hand against smooth velvet. She was so soft, so vulnerable.

  She kept her eyes down for a few seconds then finally lifted them, locking eyes with mine. “I don’t want you or this. Ever.”

  I knew better. The scent of her desire wafted into my nostrils, continuing to add to the excitement. Maybe this was very wrong. Hell, some might consider my lurid thoughts taboo. What had I ever cared about anyone else’s thoughts?

  With a single hard yank, I dragged her against the heat of my body, immediately wrapping my hand around her throat. As I’d expected, she fought me, smashing her small fists against my chest, as if that could possibly hurt me or deter my actions. I dug my fingers in, knowing that I had the power to end her life at this moment. What I wanted more than anything was to give her life, to provide the kind of protection that she would need.

  And I wanted to ravage her.

  I crushed my mouth over hers, holding her in place as I ground my hips back and forth. Just being able to press my throbbing cock into her stomach was a moment of unexpected bliss, something I’d forgotten about. She continued to struggle, doing her best to keep her lips closed, squirming in my hold. What I adored the most were her soft moans that managed to escape. The sound was utterly delicious.

  A growl erupted past our locked lips, filling the night air. Within seconds, I thrust my tongue inside, drinking in her sweet essence. The combination of scotch and wine was almost as delicious as her pussy juice.

  Almost.

  I wanted to take every inch of her, sliding my cock deep inside her mouth before thrusting past her swollen folds.

  And deep inside her tight little ass.

  Then I wanted to start all over again, finally filling her with my seed. I was consumed with the thought as I dominated her tongue, refusing to let go.

  She finally stopped fighting me, twisting her hands around my shirt. As the kiss continued, becoming explosive, I was rewarded with soft purrs. I became even more of a savage, sliding my hand down her side, shifting my fingers between her legs.

  Hope punched me once again, shifting her hips back and forth in some crazy attempt to get away. There was no release, nor would there be any time soon. When I broke the kiss, I yanked her into a deep arch, immediately pressing my lips against her jaw.

  Panting, she clung to me, still shaking like a leaf. “You’re a bad man.”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Horrible.”

  I chuckled as I nipped her neck before dragging my tongue all the way down the length, rolling the tip to the other side then pulling back. “Now that we’ve established exactly the kind of man I am, you need to accept the fact that you belong to me. All of you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass. There isn’t an inch of you that I don’t own.”

  Her lower lip quivering, she glared at me with hate-filled eyes, but the spark ignited deep within them could not be denied. “You will never own me.”

  I blew a swath of hot air across her face and neck, rubbing my lips down to her cleavage as I fisted her hair, jerking until she was forced to look directly into the stars. Her harsh breaths combined with ragged moans continued to fuel the ugly side of me, the one who would never take no for an answer.

  Using my teeth, I jerked on her tee shirt, managing to lower it until I was able to see the rise of her voluptuous breasts. As I rubbed my other hand over her jean-covered pussy, I could tell exactly how wet she was. The scent of her sweet juice was already driving me crazy, pushing me into a heightened frenzy. How had things gotten to this level, so completely out of control? The beast inside of me pushed away the concept, only concerned with fulfilling his carnal desires.

  After a few seconds, I released my hold, immediately jerking her shirt over her head. She seemed stunned at my actions, her eyes opening wide. She immediately crossed her arms over her breasts, acting as if the embarrassment was too much for her to endure. I’d seen every inch of her, but I hungered to keep her naked and ready for my use at all times. I could imagine being able to sit across a dinner table, drinking in her lovely essence while enjoying a glass of scotch and a rare steak.

  Only dessert would have nothing to do with cookies or cake. I snickered at the thought as I advanced again, no longer the nice guy I’d been in refusing to carry out my assignment. I was the rabid wolf who needed to feast in order to stay alive.

  She trembled but a sly smile crossed her face. The woman actually thought she might get the upper hand. When she jerked to the side, racing toward the door, I took a single deep breath before lunging toward her, snagging her wrist then dragging her back to the railing. When I pushed her over the edge, I crushed her body with the weight of mine, ripping strands of hair from her face as I peered down at her.

  “Did you really think you could get away from me?”

  Her breathing was labored, her mouth twisting as she clawed the wooden surface. “I will. Trust me. One day I will get as far away from you as possible. But only after I kill you.”

  Her challenging words would have normally pissed me off. Instead, they were an even more powerful aphrodisiac, keeping me in the delicious bubble I’d allowed myself to fall into. “Challenge accepted, but be very careful, little girl, who you play with. I am one formidable enemy.”

  “We shall see about that, you asshole.”

  Why the hell did her nasty words add gasoline, pushing me to additional limits of sadistic desires? I was thrown yet focused, enjoying shoving my cock into her rounded bottom. Maybe now she’d understand what to expect. Over and over again.

  As I ripped down the straps of her bra while maintaining my position, she did everything in her power to squirm in a useless effort to get away from me. Even with her wild movements, I was able to unfasten the clasp, finally releasing her breasts, tossing the unwanted item over my shoulder. I cupped both, squeezing as I lowered my head, biting down on her neck.

  Instantly, she stiffened, taking gasping breaths as she moaned. “You’re such a horrible man.”

  “Which you enjoy. You want to be taken hard and rough.”

  “No. God… no.”

  Her voice sounded so far away. I was consumed by the softness of her skin against the rough pads on my fingers. I shifted my attention to her already hardened nipples, pinching them lightly at first. The action forced her to catch her breath until she made short panting noises. When I increased the tension, twisting and pulling, she finally cried out in pain.

  I dragged my tongue along her neck to her ear, nipping her earlobe before whispering, “Do you enjoy pain, Hope? Do you crave being pulled into absolute ecstasy?”

  She didn’t respond but her body seemed to relax as she pushed up on the railing. I continued for a full minute before needing more. After yanking her further away from the railing, I unfastened her jeans, peeling apart the dense material. Now she seemed frozen, staring out at the grounds as I tugged them over her hips, forcing them to fall to her feet.

  “Kick them away, Hope.”

  There was still no response, no instant reaction to obey me. I smacked her hard against her bottom, the force shoving her against the railing. “You will obey my commands.”

  As if every move was nothing more than perfunctory, she did as I directed, very little sound coming from her mouth.

  I rolled my finger down her side, brushing it against her breast then continuing further down until I was able to finger the thin elastic on her panties. “I’m going to feast on your pretty little pussy.” There was no question, only a simple statement of what I was going to do to her first.

  Hope remained stoic as I slipped her panties down her hips, gravity taking them to the deck. I didn’t need to ask her to kick them away. She did so without hesitation. However, another single moan erupted from her throat. I eased her legs further apart then brushed my hand up the inside of her thigh, teasing her wetness by rubbing lightly.

  When she finally slumped further against the railing, there was no doubt she was enjoying the sensations as well as the powerful electricity surging through us. The light breeze had caused goosebumps to dance along her skin, further adding to her vulnerability and beauty. My mouth watered just thinking about sucking on her clit.

  I took a few seconds to continue teasing her, rolling my fingers up and down, my breathing becoming scattered as my heart pounded against my chest. My patience was almost drained, my mind a huge blur as the desires outweighed the consequences.

  The little vixen acted docile as I fingered her pussy, barely sliding the tip past her swollen folds, but I should have known that she wasn’t going to surrender without a fight.

  She jammed her elbow into my stomach while shoving her body away from the railing, issuing an angry hiss when my body didn’t budge.

  I twisted her hair in my fingers, enjoying the silky feel. “That wasn’t very nice of you, Hope.”

  “If you thought I was a nice girl, you were wrong.”

  “Bad girls face consequences for misbehavior.” The woman didn’t seem fazed to any degree as I brought my hand down, smacking one side of her bottom then the other in rapid actions. The hard cracking sound floated into the night air, but she refused to cry out. I could see by the shimmer of the moon that her jaw was clenched, her determination established. She refused to allow me to break her.

  The woman was tougher than most men I’d known.

  Damn if that didn’t make me hot as hell.

  I continued spanking her, ensuring that one day she would learn that obeying my rules was in her best interest. While she continued to quiver, she refused to give in.

  “If you don’t start listening, your punishments will become more severe,” I huffed.

  Laughing at first, she actually had the audacity to snarl. “I can’t wait to see what that will entail.”

  If she only knew what her continued defiance did to me. My balls were ready to explode, but that would have to wait.

  After taking a step away, I slowly eased her around to face me, cupping her jaw as she acted as if she was going to punch me. “Now, now, little girl. I thought we just went through this.”

  Her nostrils flared out of anger, but she said nothing.

  I yanked one of her hands from the railing then the other, easily able to hold both her wrists in one. Then I slowly eased to the deck, pushing her legs as far apart as possible. She stared down at me, her chest and shoulders heaving from her deep breaths.

  “What are you doing?” she managed, her words barely a whisper.

  “I already told you. Feasting.”

  “Oh. Oh…”

  The angle was perfect, her scent intoxicating. I was insatiable, desperate to have my thirst quenched. I shoved my head between her legs, licking from one inner thigh to the other. While she tried to hold back her moans, she failed, the sounds like sweet music. I took another deep whiff, allowing her fragrance to rush into every cell before darting my tongue around her clit. The tender tissue was already swollen and oh-so wet.

  “You can’t,” she breathed. “I mean…”

  Growling, I squeezed my fingers around her wrist then sucked on her clit. The taste was just as sweet as the night before, like juicy peaches or the perfect strawberry. I could eat her for hours, taking my time to bring her to the ultimate heights of pleasure but denying her any satisfaction.

  Unless she was a very good girl.

  I continued to suck as I used my fingers to explore her wet heat, sliding them up and down but waiting to thrust them deep inside. Her tremors became even more intense, her moans ragged. Within seconds, I’d pulled her into utter bliss.

  As I brushed my lips down, the way she bucked her hips couldn’t allow her to lie any longer. She was as aroused as I was, longing to be set free. I allowed myself to enjoy the moment, darting my tongue inside, adding a single finger. Within seconds, I could tell I’d brought her close to an orgasm.

  Immediately backing off, I resumed sucking on her clit as she bucked even more, rocking hard and fast.

  “Oh, God. This is so… wrong,” Hope purred, throwing back her head with a series of strangled moans.

  For her good behavior, I gave her what she craved, plunging several fingers inside as I licked up and down furiously. She tensed all over again, her whimpers louder.

  “Please. Oh, yes. I’m going to come. I’m…”

  I buried my head, sucking on her trickles of juice as her pussy muscles clamped around my fingers. When she exploded, her wails turning into a scream, I ravaged her, refusing to stop. A single climax roared into a second and I consumed every drop, enjoying the way her juice covered a portion of my face.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her sounds were almost as animalistic as mine. She was already hungering to submit to me in body and soul.

  I wasn’t finished yet, my needs far from being fulfilled. As I started the process all over again, swirling my tongue around her clit, she bucked against me, panting and squirming.

  “It’s too… sensitive. You have to stop,” she protested.

  “Only when I’m ready.” I resumed sucking on her now swollen clit, taking my time and enjoying the moment. I allowed my fingers to roam, rolling them down and under until I was able to slip my thumb into the crack of her ass.

  “No. No!” The second I shoved it inside her asshole, she jerked up onto her toes, fighting to free her hands.

  Using a combination of my fingers and tongue, within seconds, I brought her to another blazing orgasm.

  “Oh. Oh!” Hope fought hard, pulling and tugging until she managed to free one of her hands. I was surprised when she tangled her fingers in my hair, doing nothing more than holding on as the orgasm swept through her like a tidal wave.

  Her climax reached a pinnacle and this time when she opened her mouth, her scream was barely audible. Only when she stopped shaking did I ease away, rubbing my lips across her thigh before rising to my feet.

  I could tell even in the dim lighting that her eyes were glassy. She took several shallow breaths as she stared at me, pursing her lips before dragging her tongue across them. It was far too enticing, adding another round of pulsing aches along my shaft. I tore off my shirt, yanking the material by the neck then pitching it without care where it landed.