Seduced by a Dangerous Man

by Cleo Peitsche

  I made an acquiescing noise in my throat.

  “Good,” Corbin said. “Sit up.”

  I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, licking my lips and trying for innocent.

  Corbin laughed loudly, and I scowled.

  “Why do I even bother?” I said, frustrated. And even watching Corbin strip away those clingy clothes to reveal layers of hard muscle didn’t wipe the irritation away.

  “I like you slutty and depraved,” he said with a growl. “When you asked me if I liked one-night stands, I knew we were going to have fun.”

  “Good thing, too, because I wasn’t going to change for you,” I snapped.

  That made him laugh. “I know you weren’t asking for my permission, baby,” he said. “But after the other night, with you and your fake boyfriend… that gave me an idea. Something I think was a long time coming.”

  I racked my mind, trying to figure out what sexual things we hadn’t yet done.

  He laughed again, his voice deep. “Not for now. For another time. I’m gonna pick you up in a bar. Like we’re strangers. You’re going to wear a teeny little miniskirt that shows off those gorgeous legs and that juicy ass.”

  “You want me to dress like a slut?”

  He nodded. “And I’m gonna walk up and hit on you, and you’re going to climb on my lap. I’m going to fuck you right there. Everyone will know, but no one will see a thing. Just a sexy, horny woman rubbing her ass on a stranger who buys her a drink. And I’m gonna come in you and you’re going to stay like that for me.” He pulled me up toward him, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “Legs, too,” he said, his hands going under my ass. One of his fingers dipped into my pussy, drawing out wetness, then pushed into my pucker, past the tight, resistant ring. “Ride my dick, baby.”

  His hard, smooth buttocks felt amazing under my calves as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His whole body was pure muscle. I loved the ripples of his taut stomach, the bulge of his flexed arms as he reached for me. It was… incredible.

  He lifted me up, and when he lowered me, I tipped my hips to accept his erection. I slid deeper onto his pole, and when I was settled on him, I felt full.

  He dipped his head and caught one of my nipples in his teeth. I leaned away, my chest heaving. So many amazing sensations coming at me from all different angles.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. That I would get to see him every day from now on.

  I was truly the luckiest woman to ever walk the planet, and I would never forget it. Would never forget how close I had come to losing him. So many places where my story could have turned out differently, but the moment I laid eyes on him, I had known he would change my life.

  He nibbled at my tightened nipple, then lathed it with his tongue. I felt so small in his arms, so helpless impaled on his erection.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  I did.

  He stared straight into me, right into my soul. “I love you.” He twisted the finger in my ass, and I felt his shaft pulse in my pussy.

  It was probably a strange face I made, smiling while my brow was creased with the beginning of an orgasm. Corbin’s arm around me tightened, and he shifted me, supporting me while not relinquishing his place in my ass.

  “Hold tight,” he said. Once he had me balanced, his other hand squeezed between the press of our bodies. “Say it,” he said.

  “Say what?”

  Those electric blue-green eyes stared. Saw everything, I felt. All my pain, my insecurity, my worry… but also my excitement about our future together.

  His finger slipped around my clit, toying with me. I knew what he wanted me to say. Wasn’t it enough that he knew it was true? My breath was coming fast… and soon, so was I. I cried out, squeezing my eyes closed. Corbin’s cock shot off inside me, massaging my walls as his powerful organ contracted, filling me with all that slippery warmth.

  “I love you,” I gasped. My hips were sliding up and down against him. He jiggled his finger into my ass… it felt amazing.

  He gently placed me on the bed, leaning over me. It wasn’t comfortable with his hand still behind me, his finger still inside my dark hole.

  “I don’t deserve the love of a good woman,” he said. He was fighting a smile as his gaze roamed to my lips, then back to my eyes.

  “Guess it’s lucky for you that I’m not a good woman,” I said.

  “You’re a little good,” he countered.

  “Only because you’re spank-happy,” I said.

  “Not only because of that.” He eased himself out of my ass, but he stayed buried in my pussy. I felt the wetness leaking out slowly despite the still-snug seal of our bodies pressed together.

  “So I like being bossed around sometimes in the bedroom.”

  “You don’t just like it. You need it. Don’t tell me that you never suspected.”

  “I don’t see it happening with anyone but you,” I said truthfully. “If any other man had tried…” I shook my head.

  “You’d better not see anything happening with any man but me,” he said with a growl. “You do know what monogamous means, Miss One-Night-Stand?”

  “Enlighten me,” I said with a smile. It turned me on to see him get a little bit possessive. I knew he wasn’t the type to be distrustful, to want to take over my life, to make a big deal out of who I spent time with.

  “It means you’re mine.”

  “That works both ways,” I said.

  “I’ve always been yours. When I saw you in the road, I thought ‘that is a damned sexy lump.’”

  He bent in for a kiss, and soon I was panting beneath him. His body was cool with light sweat, and when he breathed, it made his broad, deep chest expand against me. I could feel the pulse of his heart. I could practically feel the whoosh of blood in his veins. I knew his taste, his smell, the way his lips felt against mine. I knew the pattern of the veins on his thick cock, the exact texture and color of his dark hair. I could have named every one of his eyelashes.

  His kissed turned from exploratory to urgent, and I felt him stirring inside of me, his cock coming to life again. I liked feeling a man grow hard while in my pussy. Usually it went the other direction.

  It was weird… and strangely powerful. It made me feel powerful. Desired. He liked fucking me that much, apparently. I sighed, smiled.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I… read about this study once.”

  Corbin rolled his eyes, but he was joking. “You and your news stories. Ok, let’s hear it.” His cock had gotten fully hard now, and it was distracting as hell.

  “Um…” I shifted my hips, urging him to move. He raised a dark eyebrow. “You gonna use that thing?” I asked.

  “Maybe,” he said. “Haven’t decided yet. Just because my dick is hard doesn’t mean I’ve got to do something about it.”

  “You’re the weirdest man I’ve ever met.”

  “Baby, you have no idea. Now tell me the story.”

  I sighed. “I don’t even know why it popped into my head.”

  Corbin sat up a little, looked around. “I think it’s safe to assume that you don’t keep a hairbrush handy, but there must be something I can use to paddle your sexy ass until you decide you want to tell me this story.”

  He rocked to the side, bringing me with him, and he slowly pulled his cock away.

  “No,” I gasped, suddenly terrified he was going to stop fucking me altogether. My desperation made him laugh. He turned me over and pulled me into him, spooning me against him. His dick was warm and sticky on my thigh. The sheets underneath us were wickedly wet.

  He slid his cock back into my pussy, and I gasped, pressed my wrist between my teeth. I wiggled against him, but he easily held me still.

  His lips tickled the back of my neck. “Tell me,” he said.

  “Ok,” I whispered. And I meant to, but then he moved inside me, and every thought flew out of my mind.

  “You leave me no choice. Even when I wa
nt to treat you gently, you beg for my domination.”

  My pussy clenched around him. Traitorous thing. His large palm caressed from my hip down to my ass, then he pulled his hand away and slapped my butt sharply.

  “Ouch!”

  I heard my phone ringing, but there was no way in hell I was going to answer it.

  Corbin slapped my ass again, a lazy, possessive gesture. He didn’t try to restrain me; he knew that his cock buried deep in my dripping folds would keep me where he wanted. Each slap felt like a biting caress—and the movement served to slide me on his shaft, just enough stimulation to make me breathless.

  “Come on,” he said. He nipped at my shoulder, and I arched my back. His hand slid up my hip to cup and fondle my breast. Then another slap, sharp enough to count, and I whimpered.

  “It was about men after orgasm,” I panted. “That right after, men rated their partners as less attractive.”

  “Less attractive than what?”

  “Than before, I guess.”

  “So after you come, you find me even hotter, and you’re wondering if I find you repulsive?” Corbin’s barely contained laugh made me want to bite him.

  “You never used to be so cocky,” I said. “Anyway, it just popped into my head. You’re the one who absolutely had to hear it,” I said, trying to defend myself. “I do wonder how it meshes with the looking at the dripping pussy thing.”

  “No idea.” Corbin leaned over me and grabbed the eavesdropper off the table next to the bed. “This what I think it is?”

  “From the night we met, yeah. It’s broken now.”

  “What a piece of crap,” he said, laughing.

  “It’s not that bad.” My feelings were a little hurt, and Corbin kissed my neck.

  “I’ll buy you a better one.” He tossed it back on the table and used the force of his hips to turn me onto my stomach. He let his weight settle over me. “Cross your ankles.”

  I crossed them. Corbin’s cock made me feel like I was trying to smuggle a 2x4 between my thighs.

  Corbin growled. “I like how your ass feels when I’m fucking you like this,” he said as he began to slowly work his hips, driving them against my buttocks, thrusting his cock through my channel, rubbing every inch of my swollen sex.

  He slapped my ass, a nice stinger, his fingers whipping against my flesh. “Ask for more.”

  “More,” I gasped.

  He dug his fingers into my buttocks and pushed down on them as he rode me.

  Each time he slammed into me, I grunted.

  “Push your ass up toward me, baby,” he said.

  I arched more, pushed up higher, squealed louder. Then I was bucking against him. He made a low, masculine sound as my pussy milked his shaft. I felt him coming, too, and his frenzied excitement dragged out my own orgasm.

  Afterward, we lay in a tangle of sated body parts. I didn’t care about how wet the sheets were, or that he played with my frizzy, messy hair, or that where our bodies touched, we were damp and sticky with sweat.

  It was perfect.

  ~~~

  I woke up. The first thing I noticed was Corbin’s brawny arm across my torso. Even when he slept, he seemed to be trying to keep me safe. Smiling, I carefully slid out from under him.

  He opened an eye to look at me. “What time is it?”

  “Just gotta pee,” I said.

  “Not my kink,” he mumbled. “Have fun.” He turned over and went back to sleep.

  I slipped into my bathrobe and tied it tight around my waist. There was an empty water glass next to the bed. I grabbed it and went into the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind me.

  Rob’s door was still open. He hadn’t come home yet. I smirked. I could just hear him tomorrow. “But Audrey, you forced me to sleep with that hot chick. I couldn’t come home knowing you and Corbin needed some privacy.”

  I used the bathroom, then brushed my teeth and washed my face. I downed a glass of cool water.

  Now I was wide awake, but Corbin had seemed tired. And in any event, I could definitely use a shower. Just a rinse off. And a quick shave. I piled my hair atop my head and turned on the water.

  I was never the kind of woman who sang in the shower, but that song by The Proclaimers had gotten stuck in my head. I sang quietly, humming sometimes, sometimes making up lyrics—because I didn’t really know any of them except for the hook.

  Maybe one day Corbin would talk about what he’d had to do since he’d last left me. What was clear was that he’d been through hell so many times in the years since he’d lost his wife. Yet he’d come through the other side, miraculously intact. He’d come back to me.

  I shut off the shower and used a towel to dry off, then put the robe back on. I thought I heard a thump.

  I opened the door. There was definitely a thump, then another one. It was coming from downstairs.

  Thinking Rob had come home after all, stumbling drunk, I started down the stairs. I heard a strangled sort of gasp, and I paused, turned, prepared to go back up and mind my own business. The last thing I wanted was to walk in on Rob and his conquest getting hot and heavy.

  But it didn’t sound like that. Not that I was an expert… but it sounded like a struggle.

  If Rob was in trouble…

  I hurried down the stairs. Better that everyone be embarrassed than to have regrets that couldn’t be fixed.

  The lights were dim, but I was shocked to see two men. One struggled on the floor. The other, much larger, bent over him. Naked.

  It was Corbin. And he was choking the other man.

  At first I thought he had attacked Rob, and my hands flew to my mouth in horror as I started toward them. Then I stopped short because it wasn’t Rob at all.

  It was… Henry?

  I turned on the lights. Henry’s face was purple, and his eyes bulged. His hands flailed uselessly. He clumsily tried to pry Corbin’s fingers from around his throat, but the panic in his eyes—not to mention the color of his skin—said it was hopeless.

  Never mind that Henry was supposed to be in jail at the moment. That he was here in the condo, at this time of night, could have only meant that he intended to do us harm. At the very least, to do me harm.

  I’d learned something about myself the night Zachary died, when Corbin showed up and made my problems go away. For all of my moral posturing, I had been thankful for Corbin’s expertise, so grateful that he was able to quickly and efficiently handle everything. The only thing I’d felt, other than relief, was fear for myself and my future.

  That night I’d learned how utterly human and selfish I was.

  And now I was learning that it went far beyond that. Corbin was going to kill Henry unless I stopped him. Corbin had surely weighed the pros and cons and had decided on this course of action. He wasn’t a man who did things lightly.

  How easy it was to defer to his choices when they aligned with what I wanted deep down. If someone had asked me, I would have sworn I didn’t want to see Henry dead, no matter how much I hated him. Hadn’t years of tracking criminals taught me anything? Didn’t criminals make their own problems by deciding they could live outside of the law? Take justice into their own hands?

  Yet while I would not have said aloud that I wanted Henry dead, the truth was undeniable; I did. And not just because I didn’t want to have to worry about ever seeing him again. I wanted him out of my life, true, but I wanted… revenge. Later, I would be disgusted with myself. Maybe. But now…

  The veins in Corbin’s arms bulged as he tightened his grip. For all the kicking that Henry did—and his movements were slowing, becoming more feeble by the second—Corbin was completely silent. This was something he’d done before. I instinctively would have known even if he hadn’t told me, once, about killing a man using his bare hands because it was quieter. Corbin had probably done it multiple times.

  This cost him nothing, to take Henry’s life.

  Yet… Corbin’s words came back to me. After finding me, he realized he didn’t want to kill.
It was the reason he’d fought to get free of his organization. It was a quiet promise he’d made to me, to become a man he could be proud of.

  And it was for Corbin that I found myself walking forward. I touched his shoulder, and he looked at me.

  It was like he was gone. If he had been angry, I could have accepted that. But he was cold. Shut down.

  No, this was costing him everything.

  “Stop,” I said. My voice was but a whisper, and I was sure Corbin heard how conflicted I was. “Please, stop,” I said, more decisively this time. It wasn’t about sparing Henry’s life. It was about saving Corbin. “Please!” I grabbed onto one of his massive arms with both my hands and tried to pull, but he was like a wall.

  “Corbin!” The unhealthy color of Henry’s face told me there wasn’t much time. And there was only one thing I could think of to get through to Corbin. “Snowstorm!”

  Those cold eyes swung toward me in surprise, then he released Henry, who had gone still.

  I knelt, pressed my ear to Henry’s chest. I heard Corbin take a step away.

  Henry suddenly wheezed, a thin, reedy gasp that wasn’t at all promising.

  I looked up, now worried for Corbin, and found myself staring into an expressionless face. I wondered what he was thinking, if he hated me for using my safe word to save Henry’s life.

  He suddenly knelt beside me. I rocked back on my heels, thinking Corbin wanted to administer first aid. Instead, he began digging in Henry’s pockets.

  I turned and ran back upstairs. I grabbed my phone and saw I had a text from Rob… letting me know he’d heard a rumor that Henry had gotten released somehow. Why was it that whenever I ignored a phone call or a text, it turned out to be important? Not that knowing those details would have changed much. I never would have predicted Henry’s first objective would be revenge. Not with Corbin by my side. It was irrational.

  I dialed 911 and asked for police and an ambulance. The operator wanted me to give her information on Henry’s vital signs. I grabbed Corbin’s jeans and hurried back downstairs.

  Corbin was leaned up against a wall. He only glanced briefly at me, so I threw his clothes at him, then knelt next to Henry.