across his mouth in a desperate attempt to
wipe the taste of her from his lips. Chaos in hell! She had tasted so sweet.
Dark chocolate and strawberries.
Decadence and innocence.
The sensations lingered on his tongue, refusing to
dissipate. How fucking typical! Lorcan’s latest bitch, coming on to him and he’d
actually felt something for a change, other than the usual vicious rage that
was his constant companion. For one small moment as his tongue delved into the
moist berry wine of her lips, their mouths fused in a wild tangle of passion,
he’d experience an overwhelming sensation of…something…in his chest.
The emotion fizzed like a sparkler, bursting with pinpricks
of heat, bubbling in the usually hollow empty space that others called their
heart. The sound of that name had been enough to extinguish any life-giving
oxygen to that flame. Out it petered, suffocated in an instant.
Just like he had been.
Just like his life.
But her. Chaos save him! She was a forest fire setting light
to a drought-ridden land. She burned so brightly. He remembered his first
glimpse of her in the club. The way she had stood on the stairs radiating such
confidence, legs up to heaven ready to send him to hell. Her eyes had locked on
to his, full luscious lips curving into a perfect smile as their gazes
connected. So damn sexy! The green of her barely there dress accentuating the
blazing red flame of her hair that glowed in the darkness, a beacon of danger
too hot to ignore. He had to touch and who cared if he burned! Then she had
waved at him and he had responded without thought, his brain in his dick.
Fuck! He’d followed her outside like some kind of dog on a
leash. And then, Chaos be damned! He’d been all over her. She hadn’t even
spoken before he had her pushed up against the wall, ready to fuck her brains
out. And he would have too.
If she hadn’t said his name.
That fucking name.
Fucking Lorcan.
His fingers tingled with sensation. He lifted his hand to
inhale her scent that still clung there. He breathed in deeply, savoring her
fragrance. Chaos be damned! His palm could still feel the slide of soft silken
strands of that fiery red hair and those eyes! Crystal amethyst pools framed by
long dark lashes. Chaos, the bewildered look on her face! Of course she wasn’t
to know that Lorcan was his brother.
His twin brother.
His fucking bastard of a twin brother.
He hated him and now he hated her.
What really burned him most was not how she had responded so
passionately to his kiss all the while believing him to be Lorcan, but how he had ignited for her .
“Fuck!”
His body had responded to hers in a way he’d never
experienced with any woman before. And he’d fucked lots of women. When he’d
touched her, he couldn’t explain it, but his whole body had seemed to recognize
hers. He felt as if he knew her on an elemental level with every bone in his
body. He knew her and he wanted her. She was his! She damn well wasn’t his—she
was Lorcan’s. She was a bitch and right now he hated her even more than he
hated Lorcan, if that was possible.
No one was going to make him feel that way. Not ever. Rage
was his alma mater, his BFF and no bitch whore of his brother’s was going to
change that.
* * * * *
Tani stood at a loss, wretched, dazed and confused as Lorcan
strode away, ignoring her calls. What the… He’d kissed her like that and now he
was leaving! Gah! She was so horny—how could he do this to her? She knew he had
desired her; he’d practically devoured her, almost given her what would
probably have been the best orgasm of her life and now he was walking away! She
could barely stand! The throbbing ache between her thighs wept at the loss of
his attention.
Her hand found the cold stone as she steadied herself, heart
still racing wildly. What had made him walk away? It was as if he’d had a
moment of sudden enlightenment or maybe, horror of horrors, he hadn’t actually
enjoyed the kiss. Maybe she
wipe the taste of her from his lips. Chaos in hell! She had tasted so sweet.
Dark chocolate and strawberries.
Decadence and innocence.
The sensations lingered on his tongue, refusing to
dissipate. How fucking typical! Lorcan’s latest bitch, coming on to him and he’d
actually felt something for a change, other than the usual vicious rage that
was his constant companion. For one small moment as his tongue delved into the
moist berry wine of her lips, their mouths fused in a wild tangle of passion,
he’d experience an overwhelming sensation of…something…in his chest.
The emotion fizzed like a sparkler, bursting with pinpricks
of heat, bubbling in the usually hollow empty space that others called their
heart. The sound of that name had been enough to extinguish any life-giving
oxygen to that flame. Out it petered, suffocated in an instant.
Just like he had been.
Just like his life.
But her. Chaos save him! She was a forest fire setting light
to a drought-ridden land. She burned so brightly. He remembered his first
glimpse of her in the club. The way she had stood on the stairs radiating such
confidence, legs up to heaven ready to send him to hell. Her eyes had locked on
to his, full luscious lips curving into a perfect smile as their gazes
connected. So damn sexy! The green of her barely there dress accentuating the
blazing red flame of her hair that glowed in the darkness, a beacon of danger
too hot to ignore. He had to touch and who cared if he burned! Then she had
waved at him and he had responded without thought, his brain in his dick.
Fuck! He’d followed her outside like some kind of dog on a
leash. And then, Chaos be damned! He’d been all over her. She hadn’t even
spoken before he had her pushed up against the wall, ready to fuck her brains
out. And he would have too.
If she hadn’t said his name.
That fucking name.
Fucking Lorcan.
His fingers tingled with sensation. He lifted his hand to
inhale her scent that still clung there. He breathed in deeply, savoring her
fragrance. Chaos be damned! His palm could still feel the slide of soft silken
strands of that fiery red hair and those eyes! Crystal amethyst pools framed by
long dark lashes. Chaos, the bewildered look on her face! Of course she wasn’t
to know that Lorcan was his brother.
His twin brother.
His fucking bastard of a twin brother.
He hated him and now he hated her.
What really burned him most was not how she had responded so
passionately to his kiss all the while believing him to be Lorcan, but how he had ignited for her .
“Fuck!”
His body had responded to hers in a way he’d never
experienced with any woman before. And he’d fucked lots of women. When he’d
touched her, he couldn’t explain it, but his whole body had seemed to recognize
hers. He felt as if he knew her on an elemental level with every bone in his
body. He knew her and he wanted her. She was his! She damn well wasn’t his—she
was Lorcan’s. She was a bitch and right now he hated her even more than he
hated Lorcan, if that was possible.
No one was going to make him feel that way. Not ever. Rage
was his alma mater, his BFF and no bitch whore of his brother’s was going to
change that.
* * * * *
Tani stood at a loss, wretched, dazed and confused as Lorcan
strode away, ignoring her calls. What the… He’d kissed her like that and now he
was leaving! Gah! She was so horny—how could he do this to her? She knew he had
desired her; he’d practically devoured her, almost given her what would
probably have been the best orgasm of her life and now he was walking away! She
could barely stand! The throbbing ache between her thighs wept at the loss of
his attention.
Her hand found the cold stone as she steadied herself, heart
still racing wildly. What had made him walk away? It was as if he’d had a
moment of sudden enlightenment or maybe, horror of horrors, he hadn’t actually
enjoyed the kiss. Maybe she
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