The Vampyre Legal Chronicles - Marcus by CC MacKenzie

rough voice that held something she couldn't understand.
    She
blinked.
    He thought it
was a personal sacrifice for her to make love with him?
    Was he crazy ?
    What was it
about him that made her want to scream in utter frustration.
    "Don’t you worry,
darlin’," he said without missing a beat. "You’ll be screaming all
right, but in a good way."
    Stunned that he'd
somehow read her mind, Anais opened her mouth and then it snapped
shut as he turned and stood before her with his hands on his
hips.
    She couldn’t drag her
eyes from his amazing body. He was built like a Gladiator. All
smooth skin over sculpted muscle. The need to touch that skin with
her fingertips, her mouth, and shockingly, the need to sink her
teeth into him nearly brought her to her knees. The urge to bite
him was so strong her mouth watered.
    What was the
matter with her?
    His watchful
eyes never left hers as he began to unbuckle his belt.
    Those deep blue
eyes burned a path over her body.
    "Strip," he
said in a voice that chilled her to the bone.
    Controlling.
    Dominant.
    She'd read
about men who liked to be dominant in the bedroom, of course she
had. But surely there had to be trust between consenting adults
before they explored their sexuality in that way?
    And then she
realised that she did trust him.
    However, Anais
wasn't sure she had it in her to submit.
    It wasn't in
her nature.
    Her hands
trembled as they covered her small breasts now, even as they
swelled in a way that caught her breath in her throat.
    How could she
be so turned on and so terrified at the same time?
    "Marcus,
please..."
    "It’s up to
you. Do exactly as I say or lose your job."
    His voice
sounded hard and totally devoid of emotion.
    Right there was
the clarity of her situation. And Anais decided she hated him for
doing this to her. Hated him. But walking away before she'd
had a taste of what it was like to feel him buried deep within her
was simply not an option.
    She had a
choice to make.
    A choice she
knew had the potential to change her life.
    She wanted him,
but not at any price. And she certainly was not prepared to turn
her back on her ethics and values. So she would have sex with him,
however he wanted it. And afterwards she would tell him she didn't
want the job and walk away with her integrity and her pride
intact.
    The small smile
that curved that fabulous mouth, made her nervous and now those
dark eyes were hot with a burning desire. And the heavy pulse of
his need, thick and strong jerked between his legs.
    Her hands were
trembling so much she fumbled with the button and zip of her
skirt.
    It pooled to
the floor and she stepped out still in her shoes.
    Her stockings
were sheer holdups in black silk.
    She moved to
take off her shoes and his rough command stopped her in her
tracks,
    "Leave the
stockings and the high heels."
    She froze.
    Kinky sex?
    How could this
be happening?
    The trembling
afflicting her body made her legs weak.
    Anais stood
before him in her matching bra and thong.
    "Marcus," she
whimpered.
    “Strip, Anais,”
he ordered, his voice deep and throaty with arousal.
    Now she went
hot and then cold.
    The room
spun.
    Perhaps this
was a dream?
    None of it, the
unsnapping of her bra, the way it dropped from her nerveless
fingers or how the way her soft breasts swayed felt real.
    His sudden
intake of breath made her squeeze her eyes tight.
    "Darlin’, you
are so beautiful," he said, his voice no more than a whisper.
    Her fingers plucked the
silky ribbon of her thong.
    "Marcus?" her
plea was no more than a whisper of breath.
    In response he
whipped the slim belt out of the loops of his jeans, undid the
button and pulled down the zip before he moved into her.
    His hand rose
to cup the vulnerable curve of her neck.
    It was a move
that screamed, control, possession.
    He pulled her
close.
    And all the
while those fabulous eyes never left hers.
    A sensation of
drowning, sinking into a deep blue sea overwhelmed her.
    Anais licked
her lips as the scent of his