Page 111 of Possess Me

He refused to take no for an answer, whisking me onto my feet and toward the small and already crowded dance floor. When he defiantly snapped me into his arms, one strong arm around my back, butterflies suddenly appeared in my stomach.

He also had that level of control over my body.

The very bad man that I found impossible not to adore.

His eyes never left mine as he twirled me around the dance floor, his moves more sensual that I thought he was capable of. In his light trousers and stunning ice blue shirt, he was even more handsome than in his more formal attire.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, shifting my hips back and forth. He pulled me more tightly against his body until his throbbing cock was pressed between my legs.

As always, just being this close to him left me breathless.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Can I dance?”

“Eh.” I giggled seeing his expression and he decided to kick up his game a notch. Suddenly, we were doing the cha-cha, his moves either practiced or taught. Yes, I was impressed.

I was also breathless, my nipples aching. Being in his arms felt so right, even if everything I knew and believed in continued screaming our connection was wrong.

Yet, I doubted my sister would mind. In fact, I had a feeling she was looking down from heaven, smiling. And I could also hear her whisper in my ear, telling me to take care of him.

Was it possible that I could? Or should?

Maybe my mind needed a little more of a fantasy and less of a reality. Whatever the case, I was alive and our adventure continued.

This time he pulled me so tightly against him I could barely breathe. As he slowly lowered his head, our lips almost touching, the moment of sheer intoxication became exhilarating. He twirled us around several times on the makeshift dance floor, keeping the close position, his hot breath caressing my skin.

My pussy ached, the deep and intense throb even more powerful than before.

As he brushed his lips across mine, a series of tiny tremors skated all the way to the floor.

“Tak ocharovatel’no.” His whisper was as soft as his lips.

“What did you say?”

“It was something my father has always said to my mother. So enchanting.”

As he captured my mouth, I felt as if I’d drifted into suspended animation. The rough pads of his fingertips seared my skin and the way he held me against him was seductive, sinful in a way that left little to the imagination. The taste of him was so sweet, the tang of lime mixing with the kiss of powerful domination.

The vibrant music seemed to fade, giving way to the thrumming of my heart. Everything about his touch kept me engaged, lost in the moment. He swept his tongue inside, dominating my mouth the way he’d done with my body.

I slipped both arms around his shoulders, running my fingers along the nape of his neck. While he was controlling the moment, I’d never felt so adored.

Or so safe.

When the last crescendo of the song began to ebb, he broke the moment of intimacy, lifting my chin and dragging his tongue from one side of his jaw to the other.

“I need you.” The three simple words were ones I’d heard before, yet they held much more of a meaning and heavy presence with what we’d gone through.

“I need you.” My whisper was barely audible.

“Ahem,” the deep voice said from only a few inches away.

We pulled away from each other given the interruption, yet Vissarian continued to hold me as possessively if not more than before.

“What is it, Carlos?” Vissarian wasn’t thrilled our dance had ended abruptly.

“Why don’t the two of you return to the house. You’ll have it all to yourselves for a few hours. I’ll spend my time checking with my contacts.”

While I hadn’t been privy to the brief conversation the two men had just before we’d left for dinner, I’d gathered a sense then as I did now that Vissarian trusted the man implicitly.