When Angels Fall by AJ Hampton

nearly irresistible, heat filled her eyes. “ No. ”
    His mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding. He didn ’ t ask, didn ’ t wait for her to open. His tongue pressed inside, demanding entrance. Another unwanted image hit him. He saw Grady pushing Eva onto her stomach, shoving into her from the back.
    The leopard slammed against his self-control, a battering ram plowing through splintered wood. Blood. Death. Revenge.
    He pulled from her mouth. “ You might not be fucking him now, but you used to. ”
    She glared up at him, chest rising and falling with every breath. Her heaving breasts pushed at her gaping coat. Silence hung between them, heavy and damning. It was all the confirmation he needed.
    Tonight he dies , the feline demanded. Agreed.
    To Eva, he said, “ Answer me. ” His voice was more animal than man.
    “ It ’ s none of your business. ”
    “ You bet your sweet ass it ’ s my business, Angel . ”
    She flinched, but stopped her struggles to pull away from him. “ I told you not to call me that. ”
    He licked her lower lip before closing his teeth around the flesh. He tugged. When she leaned in for his kiss, he indulged her. Breaking away, he kissed her chin, nipped her neck. He drew his tongue up the column of her throat, sucked her earlobe into the heat of his mouth and earned a trembling moan for his efforts.
    He whispered against her ear. “ You are mine. ”
    Desire filled her eyes and possessiveness swirled inside him at her body ’ s acceptance of his claim. She drew her lip between her teeth. Lifting and then twisting, Eva climbed onto his lap. Slowly, oh so fucking slowly, she straddled the ridge in his jeans. The heat of her bare pussy soaked through the denim. Damn, she was naked beneath her dress.
    Unable to resist, he thrust, rolling upward to press along her sensitive clit. She sucked in a breath and rocked her hips in a sensual rhythm that had him ready to come in his pants. He let go of her hair and closed a hand on either side of her thighs, just under the hem of her skirt. He skimmed up silky flesh, drew the dress with him. Her skin was creamy. Soft. Perfect.
    She leaned in close and pressed her breasts against his chest. Mouth an inch from his, she whispered, “ You know what I think? ”
    He could barely speak he was so turned on. His hands tightened on her flesh. He ’ d play her game. For now. “ What? ”
    “ I think, ” she let out the sound a woman makes right before she orgasms. Breathy. Low. Normally followed by “ Oh, Peter, ” and a “ Yes, God, I ’ m coming ” . Her voice hardened against his ear. “ I think you should go fuck yourself, you arrogant prick. No one owns me. ” Her hands came between them and she pushed off his chest, trying to remove herself from his lap.
    The conniving little bitch. God, he loved it.
    He might have laughed if he weren ’ t moments away from bending her over the seat. Before she could move an inch, he tightened his hands around her thighs and held her in place. Eva needed another lesson. He smashed his lips against hers, taking her mouth in a deliberately rough kiss. Her moan was immediate. The sound gripped his cock, stroked it. The hands that had been trying to push him away now ran up flannel stretched tight over muscles in his chest. Her palm stalled over the pounding beat of his heart. She fisted the fabric, yanked him closer.
    Yes.
    She belonged to him. No one else. The hand he had up her skirt curved inward. A rumbling noise of approval vibrated through him. He tore his mouth from hers, stared into her eyes. “ This, ” he plunged two fingers into her sex. She gasped, and he leaned in close to taste the sweetness of the sound. “ Is mine, Eva, and I ’ m going to prove it. ”
    Curving his fingers, he found the hard knot of her G-spot and coaxed a ripple of pleasure from her. Pressing against her clit with this thumb, he thrust in and out of her channel. She ’ d sing for him, he ’ d make damn sure of