Chapter 1: A Tempting Glimpse
The city lights twinkled below my penthouse window, a glittering backdrop to the storm brewing in my veins. I, Vivienne Black, am not a woman easily swayed by a pretty face, but Marco—oh, Marco—was a whole different beast. I’d caught sight of him at the gallery opening earlier, his tailored suit hugging every curve of that sinfully sculpted body. And that ass? Let’s just say it was a work of art I was dying to explore.
‘Didn’t think you’d show up,’ Marco drawled as he stepped into my apartment, his voice a low, teasing rumble. He leaned against the doorframe, all casual confidence, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.
‘And miss the chance to see if the rumors about you are true?’ I shot back, arching a brow as I poured two glasses of crimson wine. ‘I’m not one to shy away from a challenge.’
He smirked, taking the glass I offered, his fingers brushing mine with deliberate intent. ‘Oh, Vivienne, I’m more than a challenge. I’m a damn conquest.’
I laughed, sharp and unapologetic, stepping closer until the heat of his body was a tangible thing. ‘Careful, Marco. I don’t just conquer—I dominate.’
His gaze dropped to my lips, then back up, a slow, predatory sweep that sent a thrill down my spine. ‘Prove it,’ he challenged, setting his glass down with a deliberate clink.
I didn’t need a second invitation. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I yanked him toward me, our mouths crashing together in a battle of wills. His lips were firm, demanding, but I gave as good as I got, nipping at his bottom lip until he growled low in his throat. My hands roamed down his back, fingers digging into that infamous ass I’d been fantasizing about all night. Big, round, and temptingly firm—it was even better than I’d imagined.
‘Damn, woman,’ he muttered against my mouth, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. ‘You don’t play nice.’
‘Nice is overrated,’ I purred, giving his ass a sharp slap that made him jolt against me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. I pushed him back toward the plush velvet couch, my eyes locked on his as I straddled his lap. ‘Let’s see how much of me you can handle.’
His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress higher, his touch igniting a fire that had me aching for more. ‘Bring it on, Viv. I’ve got all night to make you beg.’
‘Begging’s not in my vocabulary,’ I retorted, grinding down against him, feeling him grow hard beneath me. My breath hitched, but I kept my voice steady, taunting. ‘But I bet I can make you lose control first.’
Marco’s laugh was dark, dangerous, as he flipped us over in one swift move, pinning me beneath him. ‘Oh, sweetheart, you’re about to find out just how wrong you are.’
His mouth descended on my neck, teeth grazing my skin as I arched into him, my nails raking down his back. The room spun with the scent of wine and desire, my body already wet and ready for the chaos he promised. I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against me through his pants, and I was damn near dripping with anticipation. This was just the beginning, and I knew—oh, I knew—we were about to tear this place apart.
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