Seduction: a fine art of manipulation and temptation, used to lure your prey. That's how Lexa Callero, the deadly and sadistic first born daughter of the Italian Mafia leader, sees the world. Her prey....
Her enemy, Kace Hollander, the ruthless and...
"I've seen many monsters in this lifetime. Non as stunning as her."
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Lexa Callero's POV
Lust, rapture, bliss, ecstasy...those emotions are not even a fraction of what I feel as his lips crash against mine. Like on instinct, I waste no time to wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him even closer to me, giving in to the euphoric kiss.
Our lips dance together, fitting so perfectly against the familiarity. Just one touch of him can knock me senseless, and I find myself longing for more. Feeling him against me is like a breath of fresh air, freeing me from drowning in my ruled mindset.
The kiss is frantically fast paced, rough and intense, like our kisses always seem to be. One of his hands pushed against the back of my neck as the other grips at my lower back, pulling us even closer and seeming to never want to let go.
His tongue traces the seem of my lips, desperately imploring for entrance, to which I grant him and drastically deepen the lively kiss. His hands travel down to the bottom of my thighs where he picks me up in one swift motion, not breaking the kiss, and slams me against the elevator wall. I wrap my legs around his waist as his head dips down and his lips travel to my neck.
A moan escapes my lips as he roughly leaves hickeys trailing my neck. I don't know how I'm going to explain them to Dimitri, but at this moment I don't really give a fuck. His hands travel up to the hem of my tank top where he pulls it down and lets the straps fall down my shoulders, kisses the top of my half exposed breasts.
His fingers trace over the lace of my dark red bra before pushing it down and completely releasing my full breasts from their captivity. He wastes no time to dip his head and swirl his tongue around around my nipple, as his hand massages the other one. My hands tangle in his hair as I breathlessly moan his name.
"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," he grunts as his head comes back to my face and reconnects our lips once again. I get lost in the blissful sensation, but the ding of the soon opening elevator knocks me out of my trance and snaps me back into reality of what it is I am doing.
"Fuck, Kace!" I aggressively yell as I harshly shove him away from me.
He stumbles back a step and smirks with his now slightly swollen lips, probably expecting that reaction from me.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Stop randomly kissing me dammit!" I spit, readjusting my clothes and fixing my top back up.
"Baby, if that's really what you wanted then you wouldn't have been moaning my name," he seductively responds, causing me to roll my eyes and scoff.
The elevator door opens right after and I waste no time to storm out, leaving an entertained Kace strolling behind me a few steps. I get to our hotel room 643 and shove the room key in, quickly twisting it and harshly shoving the door open.
