Chapter Twenty Nine

“Do you understand what you do to a man like me when you say that?” he growled.

“A man like you?” she rasped.

“I told you,” he said, voice rough, harsh. His hand shifted from her face and up into her hair, loosening the bun and gripping the strands. “I’m greedy. Selfish. And will take without conscience what you’re offering me.” He tugged on her hair, and pinpricks of pleasure danced across her scalp. She sank her teeth in her bottom lip to trap a moan. “What are you offering me, Kelly?” he asked. 

“Me,” she breathed. “For tonight. All of me.”

As if those words snapped a fraying leash on his control, Dimitri swooped down and crushed his mouth to hers. Oh God. She hadn’t been prepared. Maybe she’d believed she was. But foolish, foolish her—she wasn't. One hand rose to his wrist, the s