Page 63 of Brutal
His mouth crashes onto mine.
Harder than before. Less controlled. Like he’s already past the point of restraint.
My body reacts before my mind catches up.
I grip his shirt. Pull him closer.
He moves his hand high on my neck, threads his fingers through my hair again, and pulls.
With his other hand, he cups my breast.
God… My nipples are so hard. So ready. This man… Samson Vexley. He’s not kind. He’s brutal. He gripped me enough to hurt.
And all I want is for him to keep kissing me.
The kiss deepens.
Hot.
Demanding.
And for a moment everything else disappears. My apartment. The search. The violation. Victor Halstead. My research. The danger.
All of it.
Until he breaks the kiss abruptly.
He takes in a deep breath. Then another as he locks his gaze onto mine. “This is what happens,” he says quietly.
My pulse is racing. “This? A kiss?”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing, Delaney?” His voice is a growl. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Fire doesn’t scare me.”
A muscle jumps in his jaw. “It should.”
“It doesn’t. So show me the rest.”
“That’s not how this works.”
“Then how does it work?”
“You stop,” he says.
“No.”
His eyes darken. “Then you deal with what comes next.”
“Good.”
He shakes his head. “You think you can handle what’s coming. You’re wrong.” He looks around the apartment once more. “Don’t leave here tonight.”
“That’s not your decision.”
“It is now. Be sure to lock the door.”
“I always do.”
