Lonzo: Book 1 (Tycoon Series Book 1) (19 page)

He grasped her chin, forcing her to tilt her head up.

“I told you we’re not done,” he sneered. “Not by a long shot.”

Both of them stood there, breathing hard as they tried to out-stare the other.

Her breasts felt heavy and swollen as his nearness awakened her body against her will. She clenched her hands at her sides to recover and regroup.

His lips twisted in a slow, wry smile. Slowly. He knew. He knew he could arouse her traitorous body. Damn him.

She raised her hands to his chest to push against him. He wouldn’t budge.

“After what you did?! I don’t owe you anything, you evil bastard! You’re despicable! Get out!” she yelled as she continued to shove at his hard chest.

“Did you sleep with Chris?” he demanded harshly.

She gasped. “That’s none of your damned business!”

His hands moved and held her arms immobile. “Answer the fucking question. Did you sleep with him or not?”

“No! You happy now?”

His smug expression made her snap.

“But that was because I was really busy. But I probably will..so I can erase your touch and forget I ever slept with someone like you!”

His jaw hardened . She tensed when she saw his fierce, almost feral expression that reminded her of the conquerors of yore. His eyes smoldered and blazed with obvious intent.

To ravish, plunder and possess.

Her.

She quivered as she renewed her efforts to get away from him. It was futile.

Like a snake, he suddenly struck.

He pulled her toward him. He captured her mouth and silenced her with a punishing kiss. His lips forced hers open for his seeking tongue. The ferocious kick of lust hit her when his invading tongue breached her mouth. She mewed, her blood thickening with need. He tasted so delicious—all male and totally primal.

His large hands got busy and took advantage of her supine body. One went underneath her robe while the other cupped her ass cheeks. He yanked her and crushed her pert breasts against the unyielding hardness of his chest.

Despite herself, she found herself whimpering softly to his touch— it fired up her skin to fever-pitch and melted her insides into goo.

All that self-talk about erasing this man from her mind evaporated into thin air. He simply threw her off her axis into an unknown universe.

His kisses soon turned ravenous, the feel and warmth of his mouth intoxicating and highly addictive. She moaned when he bit and proceeded to suck her lower lip slowly.

Her arms reached around his wide shoulders to pull him closer to her, to deepen their exchange.

She felt the hard ridge of his erection press against the flatness of her stomach.

She closed her eyes. The swell of potent desire swept over her. She’d go crazy if he stopped kissing her. She ached so much, her hunger for him, so great.

He lifted his head and pulled himself away from their kiss. Her eyes flew open.

They were both panting, their desperation and longing barely contained.

No one made her feel this alive. No one.

She gasped when she met his gaze. His eyes were darker than she remembered.

“Say it,” he growled. “You’re mine.”

Alarm bells went off inside her head.

He wanted her surrender.

No!
Her mind screamed.

She belonged to no one but herself!

All it took was a kiss to shut her up. One freaking kiss and he had her rubbing against him like a cat in heat .

This has to stop!
She was just screaming at him a few minutes ago.

She was mortified.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’m behaving like a nymphomaniac around this man!

“I’m not yours. And I hate the sight of you,” she spat.
But I hate myself more for wanting someone like you.

He let out a mirthless laugh.

“Likewise,” he said softly. “But I’m fucking done debating with myself on why I even bother with a mercenary bitch like you. You’ve got your hooks in me so deep, there’s no other way around it. So hate me all you want,
bella
. You’re fucking mine until I’m done with you.”

She opened her mouth to dispute his claim over her, she was no freaking doormat he could just ran over! But his lips swooped down and put an end to her feeble protests.

At first his kisses were persuasive, coaxing. She fought with every cell in her being not to lose herself into it. She thought she was winning over her traitorous body at last. Then he changed gears. His warm kisses grew demanding, his insistent tongue snaking inside her mouth, undermining her defenses.

He was laying siege.

And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it except yield.

When he left for Paris to see her, Lonzo’s purpose was to confront her
about the leakage of the pictures to the press. While on the plane, he carefully planned his course for action. He’d insist that she admit her crafty scheme to the public.

But when she opened the door, all the words, his entire objective for being here vanished. His eyes hungrily feasted on her.

She looked so good. Scratch that. She looked delicious enough to eat.

Preferably naked.

Fuck! Barely a minute had passed and he was already imagining her naked!

Good thing his reflexes were fast and got in before she could slam the door.

Standing this close, her unique smell assailed his senses immediately. Potent desire clawed its way from his guts. When he took and devoured her soft lips, he was pretty much a goner.

Before he met this woman, jealousy was an entirely alien concept.

Now, the thought that other men, particularly Rocco’s jock cousin, had managed to tap her sweetness gnawed at his self-control.

She may be a mercenary bitch but she was
his
mercenary bitch. No one else’s.

The need to possess her thoroughly, completely until no man would ever doubt she belonged to him was so great. He wished that he had more hands so he could touch her everywhere all at once.

Shit, he was behaving like a brute! He willed himself to slow down. The night was still young.

He let go of her lips, now all bruised up and red from his kisses. He opened her robe to expose the chemise beneath. He trailed slow, feather kisses along her throat while his hands got busy unfastening the tiny pearl buttons of her top to reveal her full, rose-tipped breasts.

Her nipples were hard points that invited his touch. And he did. First with a swipe of his tongue over one puckered peak while possessively cupping the other.

Her head fell back as she made a low, strangled moan from the back of her throat. Cum filled his balls to bursting when he heard it.

“Sweet,” he murmured before sucking one nipple deep inside his mouth. “Like candy.”

She continued to moan softly, clawing his head toward her succulent pink flesh. He did the same to its twin, softly grazing her with his teeth. She whimpered and arched against his mouth. He almost lost it.

Slow the fuck down, Vitale.

He wanted her total surrender.

He kissed his way down her body, the passionate sounds she produced music to his ears.

Her half-discarded chemise got in the way. With an impatient yank, he tore the offending garment off, leaving her standing in her white lacy thong.

Her eyes widened but he give her no opportunity to protest. He quickly got down to business.

He knelt in front of her but was rendered immobile when he saw the wet spot seeping through the front of her panties. He almost groaned out loud when he saw what he just uncovered.

As soon as he inhaled her sweet musk, he was intoxicated, overwhelmed with the need to taste her again.

He knew how delectable she was. Once he delved right in her delicious folds, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself until he had his fill.

“Open your legs for me,” he ordered before he blew over her mound.

She trembled and tried to close her long legs.

“W-We shouldn’t be doing this!” she said, embarrassed.

“Why the hell not? We’ve done this before.”

She looked conflicted. “I don’t think—”

“Don’t think. Just feel,” he coaxed. “Let me in.”

He almost thumped his chest like a fucking ape man when she acquiesced and opened her legs a little. It was enough to gave him an opening. He gently pried her thighs wider to expose her more to his gaze. He inhaled her heady scent. He knew she tasted as good as she smelled.

“Can’t you see? You’re all wet for me, Jordana.”

“Please, L-Lonzo…this isn’t a good idea—” she squirmed.

He held her hips firmly. He would not allow her to change her mind now!

“Don’t move. I will kiss, lave and eat your sweet pussy because it’s mine, you hear me, cara? Mine.”

“It’s not!”

He smiled up at her. “I licked it first. It’s mine.”

Her eyes darkened. He gave her no time to reason her way out of this. She gasped when he ripped her lace panties and descended on her to reacquaint himself with her honeyed taste. He could have her for hours and he wouldn’t tire of her unique flavor.

“Lonzo,” she sobbed as he latched on her clit, sucking her swollen button gently as he inserted a finger inside her warm and snug channel.

“So gorgeous,” he grunted. He reveled when he felt her quiver at his dirty words. So fucking responsive.

“Don’t…please—!”

But Lonzo couldn’t stop. He wanted her too much.

He lifted her left knee to his shoulder and tipped her body at an angle, spreading her more.

“No,” she sobbed even as she arched to meet his mouth.

“You’re delicious,” he murmured against her sensitive skin. “I want more of your cream, cara.”

This time he moved on to stab her hot tunnel deeply with his tongue.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh!” she cried out in rapture. Eyes shut, she writhed at his voracious onslaught but he held her trembling limbs as he continued to lap at her juices, stroking her deeper and deeper with his tongue. He tight walls clenched. She was on the brink.

“Come for me, cara,” he whispered against her, his words vibrating against her sensitized skin.

She keened and bucked against him, shouting his name in the throes of her release.

Her juices flooded his greedy mouth, shattering his control.

He stood up, supporting her limp body with his while his hand hurriedly unzipped his pants.

He was panting hard.

“Ready for more?” he growled in her ear.

He shoved himself into her still clenching channel.

“Ooooohhhh God!” she cried.

She was tighter than he remembered. How the fuck was that possible? Did he hurt her? Fuck it. He had to restrain himself from moving.

“Please—”

“Did I hurt you,
micio
?” he asked, his voice guttural.

“No more…don’t tease me…move…”

He surged inside her so deep.

“Say you’re mine,” he commanded, his hips slowly rocking inside her tight passage.

She moaned louder but didn’t respond.

He smiled down at her. He moved, this time, almost pulling out from her pussy. She whined, her arms tightening around his neck while her legs went around his waist to prevent him from leaving. He nibbled her ear.

“Say it,” he ordered again.

Still no answer. She was being stubborn.

He began a succession of shallow, quick thrusts…allowing only the head to enter her drenched center.

“Please…no…more!” she cried, bucking against him.

“Then say the words,
cara
. Tell me,” he whispered as he slowed his movements.

“I’m…yours…” she sobbed in surrender.

With that, he reared and entered her again, this time pressing deep until he reached the mouth of her womb.

They were a study of contrasts. Here he was, still fully dressed, except for where they were intimately joined. Her lush, pale-tipped breasts were pressed against his coat.

He had to slow down, make it good for her.

“You feel so good. Like silk. So fucking tight.”

“Lonzo—” she mewed.

“Tell me how you like it,
bella
. Tell me how to fuck you.”

“Harder. Please. Fuck me harder—”

His control snapped. He thrust harder, pounding away at her g-spot.

She cries escalated to shouts with every slam of his body.

His heart drummed against his chest as he trashed her depths, loving the way her exquisite breasts swayed with each plunge.

He was doing her so hard that he feared that he would bruise her.