She quivered, her voice thick with need. “All I feel is anger.”
“Liar,” he growled, his hand tugging the other strap off her shoulder to expose the breast still hidden beneath the lamé.
“God.” Her nails dug into his chest, her head tipping back to rest against the rack.
Suckling her with growing urgency, Liam gave a tug on the swath of fabric that passed for a dress, groaning as it slithered to the ground.
“Admit that you want me,” he commanded.
She shook her head even as her fingers tangled in his hair. “You think you’re so damned irresistible.”
Liam lifted his head, his gaze taking a slow, thorough survey of her slender body.
His cock twitched, fully appreciating the sight of her dressed in nothing more than a white lacy thong and silver stilettos.
Oh hell.
As much as he wanted to spend the entire night seducing this woman, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“Only to you,” he muttered, his hands tracing the curve of her waist to linger on her hips, just above the tiny white bows that held the thong together. His entire body clenched with white-hot anticipation. Shit. She was going to be the death of him. “Do you think I missed all those covert glances when we’re working together? Or how your pulse races when I touch you?”
She gave his hair a tug. Just hard enough to make him shudder with bliss.
“Because I hate you.”
“No.” He leaned in to kiss her with a stark demand. Enough. She wasn’t going to be allowed to hide behind her resentment any longer. “You might hate the fact your father sold me the company you assumed would someday be yours.” His lips skimmed along the stubborn line of her jaw. “And the fact I won’t allow you to twist me around your little finger.” He discovered a hollow beneath her ear that made her tremble with need. “But you don’t hate me.”
A strangled moan was wrenched from her throat.
“Didn’t you just warn me that I wasn’t allowed to tell you what to think?” she growled. “Right back atcha, buster.”
“Then tell me, princess.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear. “Admit that you want me.” He nipped her lobe. “That you want this.”
“I…” She released a soft moan as his lips skimmed the line of her jaw before nuzzling at the edge of her mouth. “Damn you.”
“Say the words,” he insisted. “Admit you’re as eager for me as I am for you or this stops right now.”
She stubbornly remained silent, and with a growl of frustration Liam started to pull back.
He’d never forced a woman in his life and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start with this one.
No matter how desperately he wanted her.
But even as he moved, Holly gave a low hiss.
“Fine. I want this,” she rasped, her voice thick.
“No regrets?”
“No regrets.” Her eyes smoldered with a blazing need as she unexpectedly caught his bottom lip between her teeth. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t still hate you.”
He gave a choked sound at the sweet pain, nearly coming in his pants.
“You want to play rough?” He abruptly grasped her arms, pinning them above her head so he could snap the handcuffs around her wrists. If he didn’t get her restrained the fun was going to be over before it began. “I’m ready.”
“How rough?” she demanded, licking her lips as he bent to yank off his shoes then shucked off his jeans. The buttons scattered onto the hardwood floor as he jerked his shirt open and tossed it aside.
He ached to feel her against his skin.
“I promised only pleasure,” he said, stepping close enough he could run his fingers lightly down her upstretched arms.
She sucked in a ragged breath, her eyes traveling down his body to linger on the fully erect cock that jutted out in proud need.
Her lips parted. Did she want a taste?
Shit, he hoped so.
There was no way in hell the night was ending before he was between her legs, tasting her sweet honey.
“This is insanity, Liam,” she at last croaked.
His fingers trailed down, teasing the curve of her breasts until she gave a rough groan.
“No. For the first time in months my world is making perfect sense.”
His hands trembled, his heart banging against his ribs hard enough to hurt. He’d never wanted like this. Not when he was a poor, sometimes hungry kid in Dublin. Not when he’d been living on the streets in Vegas. Not even when he’d decided that Angeli Casinos was going to be his. Only Holly could fucking wreck him. Only her.
His fingers continued to drift downward, savoring the flat planes of her stomach before toying with the ribbons of her thong.
“What does that mean?”
“I played the gentleman and nearly lost you.” Grasping the ribbons, he gave them a tug, a hard smile curving his lips as the thong fluttered to the floor. “This time I’m taking what I want.”
CHAPTER THREE
Holly had officially lost her damned mind.
There could be no other explanation for why she was allowing this madness to continue.
And she was allowing it, she was forced to admit.
Liam had been his usual arrogant self, but there was no way she could pretend he’d forced her. Not when she knew that one genuine protest from her would have brought an end to the bizarre encounter.
The truth was that she’d wanted this man from the second she’d caught sight of him at the charity event. And that desire had only intensified over the past six months of working constantly together.
Now her entire body was on fire, demanding to have her hunger sated.
Even worse, there was a tiny, wicked voice in the back of her mind that was urging her to give in to the inevitable.
It reminded her that this was her non-wedding night.
What better revenge on her bastard of an ex-fiancé than to enjoy a few mind-blowing orgasms?
Especially with a man he’d always hated?
“And what about what I want?” she asked, her voice husky.
His fingers lightly traced her bikini line, sending shockwaves of pleasure jolting through her.
“We’re about to find out,” he promised, a knowing smile curving his lips as he felt her tremble.
Arrogant bastard.
She’d always been a vanilla girl.
She made love with Ted in a bed, lights out, and over quickly enough that she didn’t have to worry about oversleeping the next morning.
Now she was in a sex club, with a man she claimed to hate, and handcuffed to the wall.