Vicious Seduction (The Byrne Brothers, #4)

by Jill Ramsower

“Oran Byrne.” He held his hand out for mine. I obliged, not wanting to be rude, hating the flush that crossed my cheeks when his lips grazed my knuckles. “At your service,” he murmured, eyes never leaving mine while his hand lingered longer than appropriate.

The tiny movement was invisible to everyone else, but I felt like he’d stripped me naked, splayed me wide open on the table, and swept his tongue the length of my center. I had no idea the palm could be so erotic.

Lina was flawlessly impassive. A living, breathing Barbie doll with no greater purpose than to be played with and admired. It was a shame, in a way. Like opening a meticulously wrapped Christmas present to find nothing inside, and her packaging was nothing short of perfection. She reminded me of a 1950s pinup model—Marilyn Monroe with the most vibrant blue eyes I’d ever seen. And that voice. Jesus Christ, that voice. The natural huskiness made every word sound like something whispered naked in the dark. All together, it was enough to make a man forget his own name.

She collided flush with my chest, gasping as she bounced off me. I grabbed her arms to keep her from stumbling backward into what appeared to be a small powder room. That was when it hit me that she was soaked.

Her ivory silk blouse clung to her like a second skin, exposing every intricate detail of the black lace bra she wore beneath. Lips parted and hair still clumped in damp, wavy strands, she peered up at me with wide blue eyes. It was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen. Fucking Christ.

Every shallow breath was owed to the graphic image that burst into my mind of Oran fucking me against a wall while my legs were wrapped around his middle. It was so hyper-realistic that it could have come from a memory, but I’d never once been with a man like Oran. I would have remembered.

“Who are you?” I breathed, my voice abandoning me. “I’m whoever you want me to be, so long as you want me.”

Oran nodded and grabbed several napkins, which he then wrapped around the side of my glass to keep my fingers from getting cold. He did it matter-of-factly as if we’d been together for years.

Instead, he turned eyes sharp as silver daggers on me, every muscle in his body stiffening. “You are not fucking wearing this for him.”

Like a needle to a balloon, chaos exploded when Lina launched herself at me, her lips colliding with mine and arms tugging me close. Thank Christ. I responded with equal abandon. Pulling her luscious body against mine and devouring her kiss. The sweep of her tongue along mine turned my cock to solid stone. It pressed so hard against my zipper I worried it would leave a permanent mark.

Oran had set up my arrest—framed me for drug charges—in order to then blackmail me into being his fake fiancée.

“Not for you, Lina,” he said in a velvet caress. “You’d be beautiful without even trying.”

“Good girl. Now, let’s go. We’re already late.” Then the Neanderthal erased any kind thought I might have had with a resounding slap on my ass.

I glared at him. “Try that again, and I’ll cut off one of your fingers.” “So long as it’s not this one.” He held up his hand and curled his middle finger as though signaling me closer. “I’ve been told it’s rather … skilled in certain situations.”

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce Lina Schultze, my fiancée.”

Do you have any fucking manners you bitch ass

I gave her a quick tug, bringing her back flush with my front, and wrapped my arms around her. “You have any idea what that mouth of yours does to me?” I rasped quietly, my cheek close to hers.

Lina shook her head. I lowered one hand to her belly and pulled her against my thickening cock. I felt rather than heard her sharp intake of air.

“Sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck who knows I’m hard for you.” I brought my face closer, my stare melding with hers. “Now, unless there’s something more … sophisticated on the menu, it’s time for cake. I’m famished.”

I’d wanted to fuck the feisty side of her two minutes earlier, but this rare glimpse of vulnerability didn’t make me want to fuck her. It made me want to own her.

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I brought my lips to her jaw and kissed a path down her delicate neck.

My hand caressed up her thigh beneath her dress.

“You are a fucking queen.” My hand cupped her sex over silk panties before I slipped one finger beneath the elastic edge and into her warm folds. “You bow to no one but your king.”

I lifted my fingers to my nose, savoring her musky scent, then lowered myself to my knees and trailed my nose along her slit. “A king is never afraid to get on his knees for his queen.” I slid her black panties aside and began to devour her.

“What are you doing?” she asked when I opened the fridge. “Feeding you. You never ate any dinner.”

A sleepily murmured thank you erased the entire concept of self-discipline and had me hauling Lina into the curve of my body with a grunt. My arm over her waist, and my nose happily buried in her hair, I abandoned strategy and went with my gut. Minutes later, her body relaxed into sleep, followed quickly by mine.

Before I consciously decided to do it, I took his hand, heavy with sleep, and brought it to my lips to place a delicate kiss on the scarred flesh. He didn’t wake, but I still felt a wave of embarrassment when I reminded myself that Oran might have done a good thing, but that didn’t make him a good man.

He flipped on the light, then hooked a finger in the waistband of his briefs and slung them off in one swift motion.

“You’re welcome to join me in the shower.” He peered over his shoulder, smirking when he caught me gnawing on my bottom lip, eyes glued to his backside. “I’m … my toiletries are in the other bathroom. If I used yours, I’d smell all wrong,” I blathered with my two functioning brain cells. “We couldn’t have that, now could we?” he rasped, amusement coating his words like honey.

He closed the shower door and stepped into the spray. His hands lifted to smooth back his hair, and the movement drew my eyes to his flexing abdomen—water rivulets running down the carved dips and peaks of his chiseled muscles. The sight was mesmerizing, which was why he caught me staring when his eyes reopened. His darkening irises sparked with challenge as he held my gaze while spreading bodywash across his chest, arms, then down… I couldn’t resist. I was a weak, weak woman.

I tore my eyes from his and stared raptly as his hand encircled his engorged cock. The delicious Adonis V pointing down at the main attraction flexed more prominent...

My fingers twitched with the desperate need to do the same—to touch between my legs and relieve some of the intense pressure he’d created. Instead, I spun around to flee so quickly that I bounced off the doorframe on my way ...

falling more every day for a man who had literally killed on my behalf.

“I suppose I’ll just have to be patient because I suspect it won’t sound right until you’re calling yourself my wife.”

“I don’t know what to think,” she admitted softly. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t even have a home anymore.” “Fuck, woman. Have you heard nothing I’ve said?” My frustration broke free. I yanked her to me and slammed my lips on hers, stealing the breath from her lungs in a brief but savage kiss. “I’m telling you that you belong with me. I’m your home, and all the other bullshit doesn’t matter. Now, can we get out of the cold, or do I have to throw you over my goddamn shoulder?”

“Having you here—everything I’ve done—it’s all about you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”

I let all my reservations about Oran fall to the floor. My doubts and worries. Everything.

And without their leaden burden, I practically floated up to kiss him. Or maybe he kissed me. I wasn’t even sure. Suddenly, I was in his arms, my legs around his waist, and our tongues intertwined.

One minute, I was Lina, desperate and alone. The ...

“You want honesty? What I want is you. I want you to give yourself to me in every way possible. Your body. Your trust. Your fucking soul. I want all of it, but I know some parts will take more convincing than others. So for now, what I want is for you to strip because you love having my eyes on your naked body. I want you to spread yourself wide because you can’t wait to feel me inside you. I want you to scream my name as you come all over my cock because you know I’m the only man who has ever … or will ever … own you

Oran allowed me room to stand, stepping back a foot farther when I swept my shirt over my head. His ravenous stare devoured me piece by piece until I was fully exposed, bare before him. And he’d been right. I adored the way his greedy stare begged for more. I wanted to give it to him, so I did. Once his eyes returned to mine, twin silver flames of desire, I lifted myself back onto the desk, scooting back before reclining to my elbows. Oran’s body went inhumanly still. Every muscle was locked with restraint as he waited for me to give my final consent. …spread yourself wide because you can’t wait to feel me inside you. I licked my lips, then slid my feet slowly out to the corners of the desk, opening myself to him completely.

She was playful and quirky in ways that made me want to get her naked.

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