His Word...Destruction ~ Book Four in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destruction

Book Four in the Trusted Saga

Release date : Available now (purchase link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

Without hesitation, my legs galvanized into action, before I made a conscious decision, seizing the golden opportunity presented to me.

The two glasses in my hands were absently discarded on the end of the bar top as I exited the room. My strides lengthened. She was about to turn, and head back to the arena. My eyes scanned the room for her security. He was nowhere to be found. What in the fuck is wrong with that guy? He shouldn’t have left her side. But I was fucking grateful he did. Three, or four more long strides, and I’ll have her in my grasp.

It happened so fast, she didn’t have time to register what the hell hit her. With lightning speed, I brought my arm up over her shoulder, and clamped my hand down hard over her mouth, at the same time I wrapped my other arm securely around her waist. When I picked her up, she began to kick her legs around, and tried to scream, and I clamped my hand down more firmly on her mouth to stifle them. Her hands flew up to my forearm, and I felt a warm trickle begin to roll down after she dragged her nails across my tensed flesh. With a growl behind her ear, I issued her with a warning.

“Don’t fight me, Cherub---you know the consequences that results in doing so.” Her efforts doubled, and my fingers dug harshly in her cheek, while I tightened my grip around her waist. I felt the rapid heaving of her ribs on top of my forearm, and the choppy expulsion of her breath flowing over the back of my hand, while I marched her through an open doorway of a room adjoining the ladies bathroom, and kicked the door shut behind us. Stifling the screams still trying to come out of her mouth, I turned her around to face the back of the closed door.

“Lock it,” I ordered. But she made no attempt to do as she was told, and began whimpering behind my hand. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me through all your struggling,” I growled savagely. “I said---lock it.” My demand was two-fold---the first was to compel her to follow my order, and with her physically twisting the lock to engage, she knew in her own mind there was no escape. The edge of my hand around her mouth began to dampen, and I knew tears were starting to flow. She extended a shaky hand, and slowly twisted the lock in place.

“Good girl.” My lips touched along the side of her elegant neck while I praised her, and I felt her body shudder in my arms. Spinning back around, I crossed easily to the other side of the small room, before I began to relax my grip from around her. When I lowered her feet back down to the floor, and released her, she spun around, and immediately staggered back against a discarded table in front of the wall behind her, and her face was draining of color. She was so pale, I was concerned she may faint on me again just like she did at the masquerade. “You will always belong to me, Cherub.”

Her eyes widened in terror at the authoritarian tone of my voice ringing through the small room, and she physically shrunk away from me, bumping hard against the sharp corner of the discarded table behind her, almost falling over the top of it, while she winced with the sudden onset of pain in her upper thigh. Despite my best intentions of simply delivering her with my personal apology for my total lack of control during her final punishment on her eighteenth birthday, my automatic lapse into resuming my dominance over her consumed me, and her reaction to me stirred my irritation. Fucking control yourself. I took one step toward her, purely to ensure she didn’t injure herself on the corner of the table, but she pushed my patience when she flinched, and tried to scramble up on top of the table---unsuccessfully---to remain out of my reach.

The hem of her short dress rode up, revealing the lacy see through thong she wore beneath, and my eyes dropped down to feast on her smooth little pussy. Her divine scent wafted beneath my nostrils, and I inhaled, breathing her essence in. My taste buds worked overtime recalling the unique flavor of her addictive crème, and flooded my mouth with saliva in anticipation of tasting her again. Fuck. My throat worked to swallow, and I commanded my eyes away from her tantalizing flesh.

“Get the fuck away from me…” Her voice wobbled, and my eyes narrowed at the tone she was using to address me. I pinned her with a look she knew well, clearly conveying my disapproval.

“That is not how you speak to me---apologize.” My demand for an apology was met with a firm clamping of her lips, and I reached out, seizing her elbow. Her eyes briefly flittered over to the locked door behind me. I knew her brain was working furiously to devise a plan to escape from the room I had her in, and I chuckled. Her attention immediately focused back on me. “You know there is no escaping me---you locked the door yourself,” I crudely reminded her, while I curbed my desire to admonish her for her failure to utter an apology.

She’s going to listen to me---she doesn’t have a choice. Standing within inches of her, the heat from her body radiated down along the front of me. My closeness panicked her, and she opened her mouth. Without giving it another thought, I released my grip on her elbow, and brought my hands up to cup either side of her face, and immediately crushed her lips beneath mine, forcing a path with my tongue through her lips, mindlessly absorbing the sweet taste of her with deep sweeping strokes.

She struggled against me, her hands flailing, and swatting at both forearms, until I moved one hand down to hold around her throat, and she stilled beneath me. With my grasp secure around her throat, I eased back, and whispered along her trembling lips.

“Angelica…” My fingers tightened slightly in warning not to let the scream I knew was in the back of her throat, loose. Nibbling along the edge of her bottom lip, I uttered the apology I was intent on giving her. “I’m sorry---for the level of punishment I dealt you.” The taste of her heated the blood coursing through my veins, the scent of her invading my mind with images of the time I spent with her all those years ago. I dropped my other hand from her face, and wrapped my arm around her lower back, while I tasted more of her soft full lips, and pulled on her, releasing a sigh of frustration when she tried to resist being pressed up against me.

“It was not my intention to hurt you like that.” My tongue traced the outer edge of her trembling lip, and she attempted to turn her face away. I reclaimed her mouth, thrusting my tongue through her warm moist depths with a tightening of my grip around her slender neck, exerting my authority over her. Releasing her lips, I growled along them. “I should never have let you go…”

“You didn’t let me go---I left you.” Her words were harshly whispered, like she was loath to let them pass through her lips. Her body was trembling beneath my arm---even her hair was shaking. The hateful sneer of her tone stabbed through my chest, squeezing my heart---hardening it.

“Angelica…” The warning tone I used saying her name, spoke volumes---enough that she didn’t resist---too much---when I thrust one knee between her thighs. “I’ve apologized---but don’t push me.” She wisely remained silent, and she avoided looking me directly in the eye. I took that as a sign to continue. “I have not---nor will I ever---release you.” Her throat worked beneath the palm of my hand as she swallowed. Her mouth opened, ready to retaliate, and I pinned her with a stern look that clearly indicated the outcome such insubordination deserved. Her bottom jaw slackened with hesitation, and I saw the brief flicker of confliction through her eyes, before she slowly closed her mouth. “Good girl---that’s a very wise decision.” Her hands were gripped tightly around the lip of the table pressed hard up behind the back of her thighs---so tightly, her knuckles were white from lack of blood flow. And her face was still very pale. “Angelica…” Her name wrenched from the depths of my throat. She tried to lean away from me when I attempted to reclaim her mouth, and the table behind her slid across the carpet, until the outer edge contacted against the wall.

She was almost attempting to climb backwards up over the top of the table to get away from me, despite the grip of my hand around her throat. Enraged, I removed my arm from around her lower back, and thrust my hand in between her silky thighs, palming the delicate softness of her cleft.

“This---is mine,” I growled. When she tried desperately to avoid the seal of my lips, my temper emerged, and I pushed on her throat to lay her down across the top of the table. With a forward motion, my body followed her backward descent, until my bulk was covering her, trapping her beneath me. I firmed the grip of my palm over her cleft. The heat of her petal-smooth center burned along my flesh, and with a growl of longing, my fingers dug into the lace of her thong, and tore a hole through them, allowing my fingers access to slide through her slickened bare lips, and penetrate deep inside her heated depths.

Asserting my power over her, I crushed her lips beneath mine in a savage kiss, and began to slowly fuck her with my finger. She clawed at my face with her long nails, dragging them down both sides at once. Abruptly pulling my head away from her sharp claws, I wrenched my finger out of her tight warmth, and angrily captured one wrist at a time, before I pinned them down by her sides using my thighs.

With a ferocious hunger that was consuming me, I recaptured her swollen lips beneath mine, forcing my tongue through to savor her taste---a taste I’d longed for, dreamt about, imagined for all these years. She was struggling beneath me, but I didn’t slacken my grip around her throat, while I raised my hips to slide my hand back down, returning my finger to slide up inside her fiery heat. Not when I’d waited so long to have her again. I wasn’t letting her go without a fight.

My brain kicked in, and prompted my thoughts, alerting to me to the amount of time I’ve already kept her locked inside. My time’s running out. Fighting my desperate urge to take her right here, right now, I knew at any moment either Webber, or her bumbling security detail, were going to be searching for her, and I reluctantly withdrew my finger from her tight wet channel.

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