was reckless.
Max’s thumbs pressed against her chin, his palms cupping her jaw, fingers splayed along the back of her neck, as he tilted her head so that she had no choice but to look up into his eyes. Her body succumbed to the ecstasy of his touch as he pressed against her, his hard, muscular thigh once again sliding between her legs, grinding against her pussy, waves of pleasure crashing inside her, intensifying until she could hardly breathe for wanting this man.
Thankfully, she had an ounce of common sense left.
“No.” She made sure there was no mistaking her adamant denial that time.
And just as she had hoped he would, Max released her, slowly stepping back, but his piercing gaze still pinned her in place.
“I’ll never force you, Courtney. But I will have you. Make no mistake, I will have you in my bed, where you’ll be beggin’ me to make you come. It will happen.”
Courtney swallowed hard. She hated him. Hated what he did to her. Hated how much she wanted him, despite knowing better. Hated that, when it came to him, her body seemed to be making all the decisions.
But more importantly, Courtney hated him for the man he was.
Despite the lavish exterior—mocha-brown hair and glowing gold eyes, a sexy body, and exquisite mouth—Courtney knew exactly who this man was beneath it all. No matter how attractive or polished he looked on the outside, Max wasn’t the man he appeared to be.
He was evil. Pure and simple. A killer.
And her mission was to get information on him and his family, the transfer of power, the businesses that they ran … not to get into his bed. Yet here she was, battling with her conscience, weighing the difference between right and wrong, good and bad.
Righting her dress and sliding her hand over her hair in an effort to tame it, Courtney stood straight and squared her shoulders. “Tell yourself whatever you have to in order to sleep at night, Mr. Adorite. But make no mistake ,” she said, throwing his words back at him, “it will never happen.”
To her surprise, Max didn’t argue, but the smirk that flirted with the corners of his mouth said more than words.
“Good night, Mr. Adorite,” she told him, turning and walking away without looking back.
As she headed back to the ballroom, where the party was still going strong, Courtney felt his eyes penetrating her, the same as they’d done for most of the night. She inhaled deeply, trying to regain her composure.
That man…
Damn it.
Fighting the urge to turn back and run into his arms, Courtney rounded the corner, grateful that no one was there to see her loss of equanimity as she leaned her back against the wall, her breaths coming in shallow and rushed. Her body was on fire, her insides melting from the pleasure his touch had promised.
How had she gotten herself into this position? How in the hell had she allowed herself to be seduced by Maximillian Adorite? A freaking gangster.
Get a hold of yourself.
Taking a long, deep breath, then exhaling slowly, she stood straight once more, refusing to let him win this round.
Walking away from Max was the smart choice. Her only choice. And as her breathing returned to normal, she made up her mind to do just that.
Not that she thought Max was giving up. He was the type of man who got exactly what he wanted. And she understood that she presented a challenge to him. One that he would likely conquer eventually, but Courtney knew she had to walk away. And stay away.
Easier said than done.
Exhaling deeply, Courtney ignored the unnerving feeling that slammed into her … the one that told her, without a doubt, she was on a collision course that she couldn’t repave, one that would end, based on what she’d just experienced tonight, either beautiful or brutal.
Then again, based on what she knew of the man, she was more inclined to believe it’d be beautifully brutal.
And part of her was anxious to find out.
The reckless part.
Chapter Two
He still wanted her…
That would
Max’s thumbs pressed against her chin, his palms cupping her jaw, fingers splayed along the back of her neck, as he tilted her head so that she had no choice but to look up into his eyes. Her body succumbed to the ecstasy of his touch as he pressed against her, his hard, muscular thigh once again sliding between her legs, grinding against her pussy, waves of pleasure crashing inside her, intensifying until she could hardly breathe for wanting this man.
Thankfully, she had an ounce of common sense left.
“No.” She made sure there was no mistaking her adamant denial that time.
And just as she had hoped he would, Max released her, slowly stepping back, but his piercing gaze still pinned her in place.
“I’ll never force you, Courtney. But I will have you. Make no mistake, I will have you in my bed, where you’ll be beggin’ me to make you come. It will happen.”
Courtney swallowed hard. She hated him. Hated what he did to her. Hated how much she wanted him, despite knowing better. Hated that, when it came to him, her body seemed to be making all the decisions.
But more importantly, Courtney hated him for the man he was.
Despite the lavish exterior—mocha-brown hair and glowing gold eyes, a sexy body, and exquisite mouth—Courtney knew exactly who this man was beneath it all. No matter how attractive or polished he looked on the outside, Max wasn’t the man he appeared to be.
He was evil. Pure and simple. A killer.
And her mission was to get information on him and his family, the transfer of power, the businesses that they ran … not to get into his bed. Yet here she was, battling with her conscience, weighing the difference between right and wrong, good and bad.
Righting her dress and sliding her hand over her hair in an effort to tame it, Courtney stood straight and squared her shoulders. “Tell yourself whatever you have to in order to sleep at night, Mr. Adorite. But make no mistake ,” she said, throwing his words back at him, “it will never happen.”
To her surprise, Max didn’t argue, but the smirk that flirted with the corners of his mouth said more than words.
“Good night, Mr. Adorite,” she told him, turning and walking away without looking back.
As she headed back to the ballroom, where the party was still going strong, Courtney felt his eyes penetrating her, the same as they’d done for most of the night. She inhaled deeply, trying to regain her composure.
That man…
Damn it.
Fighting the urge to turn back and run into his arms, Courtney rounded the corner, grateful that no one was there to see her loss of equanimity as she leaned her back against the wall, her breaths coming in shallow and rushed. Her body was on fire, her insides melting from the pleasure his touch had promised.
How had she gotten herself into this position? How in the hell had she allowed herself to be seduced by Maximillian Adorite? A freaking gangster.
Get a hold of yourself.
Taking a long, deep breath, then exhaling slowly, she stood straight once more, refusing to let him win this round.
Walking away from Max was the smart choice. Her only choice. And as her breathing returned to normal, she made up her mind to do just that.
Not that she thought Max was giving up. He was the type of man who got exactly what he wanted. And she understood that she presented a challenge to him. One that he would likely conquer eventually, but Courtney knew she had to walk away. And stay away.
Easier said than done.
Exhaling deeply, Courtney ignored the unnerving feeling that slammed into her … the one that told her, without a doubt, she was on a collision course that she couldn’t repave, one that would end, based on what she’d just experienced tonight, either beautiful or brutal.
Then again, based on what she knew of the man, she was more inclined to believe it’d be beautifully brutal.
And part of her was anxious to find out.
The reckless part.
Chapter Two
He still wanted her…
That would
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