Etienne Hirsche was in a race against time, and the only hope of his race rested in the form of a human girl whose virginity he had purchased through an auction house. The girl had requested for anonymity, and while he had come to her under the cover of darkness, what she didn't know was that he wasn't human...and that the absence of light did nothing to impair his sight.
And it was then he found out that the woman waiting for him in bed was none other than the snarky brat who had been working for him for years.
I don't think I can do this!
She pushed the hand away without thinking, but before she could even turn or crawl away, hands unerringly found her waist, and then she was being dragged down---
Her lips parted, but her scream was lost in the hard, hot mouth that was suddenly covering hers in a kiss that made not the slightest attempt to woo or soothe. She tried to fight back, tried to push him away, but he was too strong, so impossibly strong, and God, of course he wouldn't stop, not when he was only keeping to her third request: don't let me back out.
But even so, she tried to struggle, even tried to knee him in the groin. She tried everything, and everything failed, and even worse was the way she could feel her body already weakening, the arousing heat of his powerful, hard body making her feel things she had never thought possible she would feel for any other man. God. Oh God. Was this really going to happen? Was this really supposed to happen?
Confusion was starting to make her lose focus, her body starting to tremble for another reason under the relentless force of his kiss. God. Oh God. She felt the kiss deepen, demanding control and dominion, and as his mouth finally pried her lips to fully open, his tongue immediately drove past her teeth.
It was like...like sorcery at work, her resistance yielding little by little under every stroke of his tongue. This kiss demanded her total submission, but at the same time it promised something else and offered a seductive glimpse of the other thing she had asked for: this man would be so good in bed...she wouldn't want the night to end.
That promise was all hers, that promise could and would come true, and all she had to do was...surrender.