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"You're mine. As of now. Right now."

IT was a command, nothing less. His face was clouded; shrouded by a veil of indifference, but Snow could see his underlying anger and even a glimpse of desire. She licked her lips and her thoughts strayed to Him and his threats, the fumbling, violent fingers that could easily end a pitiful life. and hers was pitiful. pretty fucking pitiful.

She swore silently and shook her head, her mane flaying behind her like a stallion on a canter. She couldn't. she didn't know how to accept kindness- if that was what he was offering.

"Look, mister Kidd....." He smiled at that. Ironic little girl.

She arched a thin eyebrow and drew in a deep breath, completely unaware- presumably- that she was completely naked and glorious on a monstrous bed with a monster- a demon- on the prowl. He ran his tongue over his teeth and his eyes glinted wolfishly. She shook her head again and eyed him sternly. She was so beautiful; with those soulful eyes, sinful body and yards of golden tresses that clothed her in her nude state.

"I need to make a living. I have a..... what are you doing? "

Her eyes widened and turned opaque. He slung his arm around her shoulders amd hunched to pick her up. He growled as she raked her fingernails across his neck. HE was carrying her bridal style. She blanched and struggled in his arms. He tightened his hold and she huffed, her brows furrowing. He was holding on too tight. He hissed and the smell of spearmint and vodka filled her nose.

"You're coming with me." his voice was low and gruff, sex coating every word.

He smirked, those beautiful lips quirking.

"You'll be coming a lot with me."

Those words held promise and rawness. He would follow through. Fuck, yes.

Snow shivered and her gaze locked with his; the fight in her dissipating.  Her body was on fire. Fire; his touch evoking embers and igniting flames of lust that licked her core. He was a hurricane, his eyes were a tropical storm that swirled dangerously, yet its beauty halting every fleeting doubt in her body. He was a tempest; a deceiving calm with the pitter of a rainstorm on he horizon of his brows. She wanted him. She needed him. She craved him.

"Take me."

His smile was pure chaos.

"Take my jacket. Put it on. Keep your head down. "he ordered, not glancing in her direction and preserving her tainted modesty.

Snow tentatively stepped into her ruined panties and her discarded, wrinkled clothing. She shrugged into the downy softness of the buttery leather that was padded with wooly material. She groaned blissfully. Christopher's head whipped around, his longish hair flaying slightly and his eyes darkened. He took a step toward her and his fingers binded against her hips, coaxing her near. She was afraid of him; yet intrigued. He saw it in her eyes. A tenderness overwhelmed him as he saw her ugly bruising and he softly stroked the inflamed skin. She was so soft. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, her scent- the exotic vanilla and mandarin perfume that clung to every fiber and inch of her- intoxicated him, causing an unknown emotion in Christopher Kidd's frozen, still heart. It thudded uncomfortably and he winced.

No. No!

He fisted her hair and rougly exposed her throat to him. She inhaled sharply at the cutting pain, but was soon overwhelmed by his suckling mouth at her jutting collarbone. Christopher Kidd was intensity personified. Pleasure rippled through her and he grazed her neck, his teeth devouring her and savouring her taste. She tasted of sweat and honeymelon. His long fingers thumbing and harshly caressing her hardened nipples. She was close. So very close. Her breathing was laboured, but so was his. Ragged.

"Shit," she breathed. Then he stopped.

"Let's go." He interlaced their fingers and dragged her from her own room.

"This is my house!" She yelled, his steps faltering a moment and he turned, his eyes were pleading; a dark, twisted emotion swirling in their depths.

"Please," he pleaded hoarsely. Her breath hitched and she tightened her grip on his hand. She nodded once.

Christopher Kidd couldn't do pleasure without pain. He was dangerous in every sense: to her body- he could crush her, break her. she was very frail. But to her heart, he was lethal. He could demolish her. Forever.

One night. No hurt. No pain.

She would show him how to love.

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