Fallen For My Enemy

Chapter 2

Dean hand embarked on a journey from her hip, gliding smoothly to the front of her body, before he audaciously cupped her through the thin fabric of her thong. The radiant heat emanating from his palm sent a potent shockwave of desire that coursed straight to her core, igniting a flame of lust within her.

"I wager you utter those sweet words to all the men you cleverly swindle," he whispered into her ear, his voice a delicate blend of sweetness and danger.

Lizzy was rendered motionless, her sensual dance abruptly grinding to an unexpected halt as she attempted to decipher his cryptic words through the dense fog of desire that was currently clouding her rational thought process.

This was not part of her plan.

Before she could even contemplate formulating a plan for escape, he seized her hair in a firm grip, yanking her head back with a force that was startling.

"Did you honestly believe I wouldn't discern your ulterior motives simply because you possess a curvaceous posterior and perky breasts?" he questioned, his voice akin to a whip, each word lashing out at her.

His authoritative tone caused Lizzy to involuntarily shudder. She found herself significantly more aroused than she should have been in such a situation, and considerably less terrified than she ought to be.

"I'm clueless about what you're insinuating," Lizzy lied, squirming uneasily as his grip on her hair tightened even further. Her movements resulted in his arousal aligning perfectly with her center, and she bit down on her lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape.

He was still hard. Dean was clearly enjoying this unexpected turn of events. Almost as much as she was, to her own surprise.

"The last woman who dared to lie to my face found herself in a position of servitude a few minutes later," he murmured, his hot tongue tracing a tantalizing path up her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Lizzy shivered in response, closing her eyes momentarily to fully savor the sensation of his teeth gently grazing her pulse point. The downside of her unconventional desires was that instead of inducing fear, his actions filled her with a perverse anticipation of his next move.

"Promises, promises," she retorted with feigned nonchalance, confident that he wouldn't dare to try anything in this setting. She was under the protection of the establishment. She was safe. Or so she hoped.

"You need to acquire some decorum, princess. And perhaps enhance your pickpocketing skills," he chastised.

Her mouth dropped open in sheer indignation, both at the condescending nickname and the blatant insult.

"I'm an exceptional pick-"

His teeth abruptly sank into her neck, effectively cutting off her retort. The moan that slipped past Lizzy's lips was fraught with a blend of pain and desire. He grunted in response as she writhed against him, her body rubbing suggestively over his hardened arousal.

If he was up for this game, she was more than willing to play along.

"Watch. Now." He extended his palm in front of her face, his other hand firmly gripping her short black hair until she complied.

Lizzy slapped the watch into his waiting hand, fully anticipating him to release her hair and dismiss her. Surely, he wouldn't dare to cross any boundaries inside a strip club owned by the Saviour. They were the ones who dictated the rules in this city, not some affluent, strikingly handsome high-flyer.

"Get on your knees," he murmured, his teeth relentlessly gnawing at her neck until she yelped in surprise. "And if I have to repeat myself, I'm going to mark your posterior with my belt."

Without a word of protest, Lizzy complied with his directive, lowering herself to her knees until her chest brushed against his legs. He cradled her face with a tenderness one would expect from a lover, tilting her head back until she was staring into the depths of his sapphire eyes. He looked like a monarch reclining on his throne, comfortable in the dimly lit back room of a questionable nightclub while he held her captive. The subtle neon red glow behind him gave him the appearance of a demon out to ensnare her soul. He was intimidating and relentless, and Lizzy wondered how she had failed to see this side of him earlier.

"You look appealing on your knees, darling."

Any semblance of the timid, affluent gentleman persona he'd been projecting for her earlier evaporated instantly, replaced by a mischievous grin that had Lizzy realizing she hadn't been manipulating him at all. Not for a single moment since she'd been in this room. He'd been controlling her from the start, and the arrogant look on his face was enough to make her blood boil.

She clenched her hands into fists at her sides, contemplating bolting and calling for Xander to come toss this jerk out, just so she could regain control.

But she remained where he'd instructed her to, her body pulsating with anticipation as his grip on her chin tightened. He stopped just before his touch could be deemed truly painful, looking down at her as if uncertain of his next move.

"I knew you could be a good girl for me, darling. Look at you, sitting here so elegantly."

"Stop referring to me as that," she retorted, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand away from her face. She let go of him before the warmth of his skin could seep into hers. She despised that pet name more than anything she'd ever loathed in her life. Well, almost. It reminded her of memories she'd prefer to forget. Of a life she wished never existed, and the betrayal that came with it.

He smirked, and damn him, he was so captivating.

He gently held her jaw, before sliding his hand down to her throat. And then he squeezed, applying just enough pressure to make her tremble with desire when his fingers flexed over where he'd marked her.

Had he left a mark? She hoped so.

"Would you prefer being called a thief? Or perhaps you'd like me to address you as a little harlot instead of a darling?"

Lizzy inhaled sharply before she could stop herself, his resonant voice stirring her in all the right ways.

"Ah, you would. I didn't expect you to enjoy being belittled," he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, but then he leaned forward, pushing her back until the heels of her provocative stilettos were pressing into her bare posterior.

She winced at the burst of pain from the unyielding material. His free hand ventured between her thighs, his fingers slipping past her thong and caressing the crease of her waxed core, and that burst of pain dissolved into pleasure almost instantly.

Lizzy relished a touch of pain with intimacy, and this man was providing it in abundance without her even needing to ask. She didn't even comprehend what was transpiring- she'd just attempted to rob him so she'd anticipated his hostility and rage. Instead her body was throbbing with vitality and longing from his touch, and she was powerless but to yield to that exquisite pressure.

"You're already drenched," he observed, resting his forehead on hers. His thumb tantalized her sensitive spot, flicking her bundle of nerves until she moaned, grinding against his hand as her climax ignited.

God, how mortifying. He was barely touching her at all, and already she was on the brink of climaxing.

In her defense, she hadn't expected him to be like this. She thought he'd be dull, not nonchalantly satisfying all her carnal desires as if it was trivial. As if he had a manual covering all her needs and was exploiting it mercilessly against her.

"I told you I liked you," Lizzy responded, parting her legs a smidgen wider just to be accommodating. Rough fingers plunged into her core, curling slightly as he began to pleasure her.

The scent of his cologne enveloped her almost as snugly as his hand encased her neck, and she inhaled deeply. Their noses brushed as she let out a stifled moan when the pads of his fingers glided over her sweet spot.