From Kyra Davis, New York Times bestselling author of Just One Night, comes Book Two in the Pure Sin series that Sinfully Sexy is calling “angsty, intriguing, and off the charts sexy.” Seeking revenge on Lander Gable, Bell has seduced her way into his arms. But will she let her lust for Lander cloud her judgement? Or will she continue down her vengeful path and destroy his wealthy family?
“Why? What do you want me to do?”
“It’s what I want us to find. Travis bought a personal safe a while back. I have no idea where it is, and from what I can tell Jessica doesn’t even know it exists. But I do think it’s in the penthouse somewhere, just waiting for the right person to discover it and unlock its secrets.”
“Ah,” I say, my smile returning. “You mean the wrong person. A person who’s wrong in all the right ways.”
“Like me,” I agree, smiling mischievously. “And I know how to break into a safe.”
“Do you really?” Lander asks, clearly impressed.
“If it’s a combination safe, yes. I did pick up a few tricks during my juvenile delinquent days. It takes a while but I can do it.”
Lander shakes his head. “I probably shouldn’t, but I find that incredibly sexy.”
“Why, thank you!” But then my smile dies on my lips as the challenges of the task ahead begin to weigh on me. I gently place my forehead against his, weave my fingers into his hair. “Promise me. Promise me we’ll get them.”
“I promise you, Doncia,” he says, caressing my nickname with a gravelly whisper. “Travis, my father, and all their cohorts.” He takes the now-empty flute out of my hand and casually throws it toward the fireplace, punctuating the moment with the sound of breaking glass. “We’ll get them all.” He places his hands on my thighs again, this time grasping them firmly as he tilts forward and lifts me up and onto the table as he stands before me, my legs spread open, my weight leaning backward as I support myself with my hands. “Together, you and me.”
I love the sound of that. With Lander what was a dark task of revenge now feels like an adventure. Like he’s Zorro and I’m his lover, Señorita Lolita Pulido. Or he’s Robin Hood and I’m a feisty Maid Marian. It’s a dark fairy tale, the kind I used to gobble up as a kid.
With one hand Lander unbuttons the Kiton shirt I wear and pushes the fabric aside so that I’m completely exposed to him. His eyes move over me slowly, touching me like a feather that both tickles and arouses. I wait for him to touch me for real. But he simply leans forward to take the other champagne flute. “If I had my way you would never be dressed,” he says softly. “Hiding you in clothes, it’s like draping a masterpiece with a veil. And you know,” he adds, putting his fingers under my chin, tilting my head even farther back so I can only look into his eyes, “I do like to show you off. Just like in a gallery, I want them to see, but not touch. No one but me.” His fingers slide down the center of my neck. “Isn’t that right, Adoncia.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then say it.”
“No one touches me but you.”
Lander turns to me, his eyes dancing with the light of possibilities, his smile broad and unaffected as he slips the flash drive into his shirt pocket. “We may actually have them.”
I giggle and throw my arms around his neck, clutching the keys in my hand as his lips press against mine. When we finally break away I squeal, “We might have them!”
Lander laughs and picks me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel like there should be music, confetti, fireworks, everything! This could be the defining moment of my adult life!
And I’m sharing it with Lander.
I bend my neck and find his lips again and this time the kiss is even more passionate. My free hand moves into his hair as he pushes me up against the hard wood of the open door. His kiss, his strength, the heat of his body . . . it all feels like delicious victory.
“I want you,” I whisper as his lips find my throat. “Right here.”
I feel his smile against my skin as my nipples harden, scratching against the lacy fabric of my bra, pressing against him, broadcasting my desire. And all the while the words we have them, we have them, we have them are echoing through my mind.
While I cling to him, his hand moves to my panties, which are already wet for him. He pulls them aside and I groan as his fingers find my clit, his heat mingling with mine.
My entire body shudders against him and I bite down on his shoulder, practically ripping the fabric of his shirt with my teeth as he continues to play with me. His erection is now against the most sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the rough fabric of his trousers a frustrating reminder of all that separates us.
“Enter me,” I whisper. “Here, in this room.”
“In the home of our enemies,” Lander replies as he uses his free hand to unfasten his belt. This is everything I’ve wanted, everything I’ve worked for . . . and so much more.
“Adoncia,” he whispers.
I open my mouth to say his name in response but the word that comes out is “Triumph.”
I taste the salty skin of his neck as the fabric of his pants falls lower. Now I can really feel him. He removes his hand from between my legs and uses his cock to massage me, teasing me, bringing me to the brink of a new, luscious insanity.
Because that’s what this is. This risk we are taking is insanity. Our victory dance could be our undoing.
And yet I know it won’t be. Because I’m Adoncia, his sweet warrior.