Excerpt (unedited) ... Lick of Darkness

EXCERPT: His chest was hard, his shoulders broad. As he swayed with my body plastered to his, I allowed myself to run my palm over his pectoral muscle and slowly down over the rigid bumps of some abs concealed beneath his collared shirt. His breath became heavy with underlying lust when I intentionally thrust my groin into his hips. Oh, he’s hanging out for a fuck. I can almost smell it. “Not that I’m complaining,” he whispered in my ear. “But why do you wear such sexy outfits? Is it to torment poor blokes like me by showing such a tantalizing sight of what may be on offer?” He leaned back to look me in the eye, still swaying to the beat of the song playing. “You’re a naughty girl going out dressed like that.” Mistress Hellion bubbled up inside me…and this time, I couldn’t silence her. “If anyone’s going to dish out punishment, it’ll be me,” I stated boldly, holding his gaze. With a chuckle, he drew me close once again. “Well now,” he crooned in my ear, his tone still holding some amusement. “And why is it that you’ll be the one to dish out some punishment? In my opinion, you should be the one punished for the alluringly seductive outfit you’re almost wearing that is driving every male inside this establishment wild with mindless desire, hoping for a more intimate glimpse if only that skirt of yours rode up just that bit higher.” Bryce’s hand began to slide down over the curve of my ass. Cupping the lower curve, he pulled, crushing my groin into his swaying body. His burgeoning erection pressed against my lower stomach. But his hand kept sliding, down over the back of my thigh. His fingers toyed with the top of my thigh highs, the tips briefly sliding in beneath them before they began their upward journey. Every part of flesh he touched, crawled with disgust. When I felt them divert and try to edge beneath the hem of my skirt, I bent my free hand around to firmly halt his hand from reaching its intended destination. “No-one touches Mistress without consent,” I bit out, unable to contain myself as I withdrew his arm from around me and stepped away from him. “Mistress?” he asked with a touch of confusion mixed with enlightenment. “Mistress Hellion,” I responded with stern emphasis and his brow rose. “What’s with the ‘mistress’ part,” he asked inadvertently. My eyes left his and pointedly roamed down the entire length of him, before I lifted them and met his gaze. “I don’t know if you’re the sort of person who would appreciate someone with the title of mistress.” I’ve thrown out the line---is he going to take the bait? “Oh?” he asked casually, stepping closer, raising his brow even higher. “And what sort of person appreciates someone with the title of ‘mistress’,” he emphasized as his hand snaked back around my back, pulling me into him. “Someone who’s willing to give up control. You don’t look like you’d give that up,” I answered frankly with a challenging tone in my voice. He wrenched his head back and stared at me for almost a whole minute. I didn’t break eye contact. “Control of what?” he finally asked as if seeking clarity of something he already knew. “Of yourself.” His eyes narrowed and the top of his nose scrunched up as he thought about my answer. “In what way?” he asked slowly, pinning me a determined look. Oh, is that a challenge growing in your eyes, Bryce? I smirked dirtily and leaned forward, bringing my lips near his ear as if I was about to tell him a naughty secret. He inclined his head just that little bit closer and my lips briefly brushed his ear. I heard the sharp inhale of his breath when I blew a slow steady stream of hot breath over the outer shell. “Mistress Hellion will dominate your body,” I whispered heatedly. His inclined head inched a few millimeters closer. Now his ear was resting against the outer curve of my bottom lip. “She can drown you in the sort of pleasure you’ve only ever dreamed of,” I emphasized quietly. Then I slowly drew back, regaining eye contact with him. “The sort of pleasure I’ve only ever dreamed of, huh?” he smirked and pulled my groin in even closer. He never looked away from my intense hold. He arched one brow. “Prove it,” he challenged and I watched the flames of heat begin to dance in the depths of his eyes. The brown color deepened, and his eyes turned to an intense chocolate, an arousing inferno raging in their depths. His bulky frame towered over me, but his face was so close, we were almost touching noses. Turning my face broke the intense hold of my gaze and I leaned forward, bringing my lips back to his ear. “I’ll give you half an hour to think about completely surrendering yourself to me,” I paused, and licked along the outer edge of his ear. He was holding me so close, I felt the slight tremor of desire roll through his body. “If you decide all power is mine, to do with as I wish, meet me on the third level of the car park across the road. I’ll be in row F.” I leaned back and used my hand to push against his hardened chest. His hand dropped away from the small of my back and he stood up to his full height. The carnal smirk pulling at his lips had mine turning one up in return. 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