Vicious Temptation

Prologue

The silence in the room weighed heavily on me, broken only by the faint hum of the city below. I could feel his eyes on me, that intense gaze searing into my skin as I stood frozen near the glass door of his cabin. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm gathering, his quiet intensity pulling me in.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest, a rhythm that only grew louder as he stepped closer, closing the space between us.

I hadn't planned on saying it, but the words spilt out, raw and unguarded. "I'm not a virgin."

The confession hung in the air between us. My heart raced, not knowing how he'd respond, but desperate to see his reaction.

Would he care? Would it change the way he looked at me? I didn't know. I expected judgment, maybe even anger. But his silence stretched, and every second felt heavier than the last.

His lips twisted into a slow, dangerous smile, his eyes darkening with a primal hunger that made my breath catch. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, consuming, like a storm on the verge of breaking.

"Ohh," his voice was a low, guttural murmur, the sound of it sending a shiver down my spine. "Is that so?" His hand shot out, gripping my waist with possessive force. "And why do you think that matters to me, vixen?"

His smile was dark, knowing, and I felt like a prey caught in the gaze of a predator.

Before I could even process his words, his hands were on me, swift and strong. He lifted me from the floor as if I weighed nothing, my back slamming gently against the wall. The sudden force of it knocked the air from my lungs, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs, my hands instinctively grabbing at his shoulders, searching for balance. My nails dug into his shoulders.

"I would prefer your nails on my back, vixen! But this isn't also bad. Nice start."

His face hovered inches from mine, his breath warm against my lips as his words came in a low, raw growl. "Wrap your legs around me."

The command left no room for hesitation. My heart pounded, my body acting on its own as my legs wrapped around his waist, locking tightly. His grip on me tightened, possessive and unrelenting, pressing me harder against the wall. I could feel every inch of him against me, and it was maddening, the heat between us an electric storm.

"You think that changes anything?" His voice was thick with desire, but there was something else too, a ruthless promise behind the words. "I'll still take you like it's your first time..."

His hips pressed into me, his eyes locked onto mine with such intensity that I felt like he could see right through me, stripping me of any defense I had left. My breathing hitched, and I couldn't help but gasp as his hand slipped under my shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of my waist.

"Now, I'll take you," he rasped, his breath hot against my ear, "so hard to make sure you feel like your virginity is tearing apart." His words were a dark, twisted vow, each syllable sending a shiver through my entire body.

His hands roamed lower, gripping my thighs tightly as he turned us, his movements swift, urgent. In one motion, he carried me over to the desk and sat me on its edge. The cold wood beneath me was a sharp contrast to the heat burning between us. My legs stayed wrapped around him, holding on for dear life as his fingers dug into my skin with a possessiveness that made me tremble.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he whispered,

"Spread your legs."

It wasn't a request. It was an order. A demand.

The command sent a pulse of electricity through me. I did as he said, my body no longer mine but his to command, trembling with anticipation. His hands gripped me like he owned me, like there was no escaping what came next. And truthfully, I didn't want to escape.

His lips found mine, rough and demanding, and I felt the last of my control slip away. The kiss was urgent, all-consuming, and I melted into it, letting him take everything from me. My fingers dug into his shoulders as if I could ground myself, but the world was spinning too fast. There was nothing but him, his touch, his strength, the way he dominated the space between us.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes locking with mine. His hand cupped my jaw, firm but gentle, and the command that followed sent my pulse racing. "Unbuckle my belt, my little vixen." His voice low and dangerous.

The words hit me like a lightning bolt. My body reacted on its own, obeying him before I could even think. Every nerve in my body was alive, buzzing with anticipation. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it was as if I was his, completely and irrevocably.

My hands shook as I obeyed, fumbling with the leather strap, my mind clouded with the heat of the moment. His gaze never left mine, watching, waiting, like a predator savouring its prey.

The moment the belt slipped free, he was on me again, his hands everywhere, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss so fierce it stole my breath. There was nothing gentle about him, nothing soft, and I didn't want it to be. I wanted him like this: wild, relentless and consuming.

"I'll tear you apart," he growled against my lips, his words more a promise than a threat. His hands gripped me tighter, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough.

His lips found my neck, and I felt him bite down softly, sending another wave of heat through me. I gasped, my fingers gripping his shoulders tighter as he explored my body with a kind of urgency that left me breathless.

His hands roamed over me, possessive, like he was memorizing every inch of me, like he needed to make sure I was real, that this moment was real.

"I'll make sure you remember this night, I will make sure you remember every second of it." He growled into my ear, his words sending a delicious thrill down my spine. His lips claimed mine again, harder this time, more desperate. I kissed him back with equal hunger, losing myself completely in him, in the moment.

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