Page 24 of Iron Princess
Another wave of need and power wash over me, spurring me on. I circle the tight buds like I’m about to pluck them, but I don’t. I’m a tease.
Kane takes a menacing step forward before he remembers his jeans and boots. The shoes go first, and then he makes quick work of the button fly. His cock pops out without briefs to hold it back, and he shoves the jeans down before kicking them aside. He takes another step forward, but instead of ripping the door open, he leans against it, his fingers splayed on the glass as he stares at me.
“You don’t have any fucking idea what you do to me. You’re an unholy temptation.”
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Kane
Temperance, the unholy temptation. It’s exactly what she is. Maybe that’s why I was so drawn to her even from the beginning, when I told myself I wouldn’t touch her. But everything about her—from each strand of the thick, dark hair on her head to the smooth skin taunting me as it wraps around every curving inch of her body—was made to destroy my control.
Maybe to destroy me.
I’ve never wanted anything in my life as badly as I want her. And all it does is grow and spread until I’m consumed by her.
Throw in her attitude and the streak of vulnerability she tries to hide? She has no idea of the power she has over me. It’s not because I’m watching her tease herself, dragging her fingertips over her nipples and back again, that I’m caught in her snare.
No. It’s everything that is Temperance Ransom. She’s got me by the balls.
I’m trapped. Willingly.
God help me if she ever finds out.
“Are you coming in?”
She plucks at her nipples again, and I want to tug one between my teeth and make her moan myself, but that’s not what started this. I want to watch her touch herself more than I want to live to see tomorrow.
“Are you going to be a good girl when I do?”
A catlike smile curls her lips upward before they form a single word. “No.”
Fuck. This woman is beyond dangerous.
The first time was supposed to be playing with fire and getting out before I got burned, but when she ran from the room, I was nowhere near ready for her to go. But still, I told myselfnever again.
Then I saw her at the auction. Saw her and watched her.
I knew I’d been lying to myself. I would have gone after her. Found a way to lure her back to the club. I should have waited. Shouldn’t have met her that second night when I covered her in a blanket. It took every bit of my self-control to walk out of that room. I wanted to sayfuck itto the job I was already late leaving for, even though it would have destroyed my reputation and possibly cost me my life.
Temperance Ransom has no idea how dangerous she is. Every man has one thing that could lead to his downfall. I’ve always been so fucking smug that I didn’t.
Until I met her.
I should be cursing her, but all I want to do is make her feel the same storm that’s raging inside me. I want her to feel this addiction.
Fuck. I want to keep her.
And that would be the final nail in my coffin. But not tonight. Tonight, we steal whatever we can get.
“Are you coming?” she asks.
Fuck yes, I think. We’re both coming tonight.
I let a lazy smile stretch my lips before wiping it away, and grip the metal handle on the glass separating us. “When I open this door, you’re mine. You follow my orders. Obey my commands.”
Her dark eyebrows rise. “I guess we’ll see if you can make me,Kane.”
She emphasizes my name, and it unleashes another rush of need as I yank the door open. Staring at me through her lashes, she plays with her nipples, and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
