“Finish your story.” His voice sounded darker but maybe her ears were playing tricks on her. “How do you know he wasn’t looking at something else? His concerts always sell out. It could have been anyone.”

“Maybe that would be true if after he saw her leave the theater, he didn’t drop his microphone in the middle of the song, leap off the stage, and run after her.”

Dom’s smile fell flat, and then in the next second he was at his phone on the desk.

“Vas, no, listen to me.” He paused and Felicity watched as his shoulders tightened, his eyes flashed with anger at the poor soul on the other end of the line. “It’s about, Luc. Whatever you have doing or whoever you’re doing can fucking wait.” Her eyebrows rose high. She’d never heard him cuss.

Quit acting like you know him, Felicity.

“Luc took off with a human tonight in the middle of a concert. I need you to get Grayson and find her. Find them both.” He paused and let out a long breath. “I don’t care what the fuck you’re doing right now. This is a family matter. Just fuckin’ do it, Vas.” He slammed the phone down making Felicity nearly jump out of her skin.

The air in the room so thick she could cut it.

He was breathing hard, leaning over his desk as if the weight of the world had sunk his shoulders low. Felicity crossed the room before she could stop herself. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to help. Somehow this situation felt like it was her fault and seeing the strong and powerful Dom look fatigued didn’t sit well with her. She wanted to do whatever it took to make him feel better—it was like a craving inside her screaming at her to do it. What the heck was wrong with her? She barely knew him. Heck she knew more about how he kissed than anything else. She should not be doing this.

But I can’t stop myself.

She stopped beside him, her hand held tentatively above his back, trembling. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and touched his back. She could feel his tremendous heat through his jacket. If they were skin to skin, he might burn her. Wanting to calm him down, she tried talking. Talking could usually calm her down. Of course if the conversation went in the wrong direction then she could also end up even more pissed than when she started.

“Who’s Vas?” She kept things light and simple.

“My brother.”

Well didn’t that just peak her interest. “I didn’t know you had another brother.”

He smiled a cruel smile as he turned to look at her. “My father loved my mother just not enough to keep from fucking other women. Vasilius is only a year younger than me. He and Luc are almost the same age. Grayson was born a month after me. All different mothers.”

Felicity winced.  That meant that he’d impregnated the mothers all near the same time.

“My father loved his dalliances. He said it kept him alive. Obviously that didn’t work out.”

She sucked in a breath at that. His father had only died a mere two months ago and he spoke so bitterly about it. Felicity wondered what his relationship was like with his father. From what she’d read in V-Society, she’d always assumed it was pretty standard. A political businessman who raised son that would take his place when he died. The Blackmoores always seemed professional and content. Obviously, dark waters lingered under that bridge.

Felicity struggled to find something to say. She realized her hand was still on his back when he stiffened, his body slowly curling to a stand before her. Breathing became a challenge. She could smell his pleasant, male scent. Could hear his steady breathing.

“I want you, Felicity.”

Gulp.

The air in the room suddenly grew hot as a sauna. “I should really be going.” Her voice croaked. Yet, she didn’t try to move. His eyes had captured hers and like a deer in the headlights, she stood and waited for him to make his move.

“I don’t think you want to go. I think you want to stay here with me.” Slowly, he moved in closer to her, pushing her thighs back against the lip of his desk. His grabbed the desk on either side of her waist, trapping her. “You feel it as much as I do. Maybe even more.” He tipped his head down near her neck. She stiffened waiting for the touch, but it never came. Waves of heat thrummed through her starting in her core and shooting outward.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His eyes flew up to hers, darkening with anger. “Don’t lie to me, Felicity. Don’t ever lie to me.”

She quivered, this time with a lick of fear. “Okay,” she said softly.

His eyes turned hungry again with that look and his eyes hooded as they trailed down over her breasts to the tops of her jeans as if he was picturing pulling open the button and tugging down her zipper right now.

Or maybe that was her own fantasy she was picturing.

God, why was it so hot in here? A bead of sweat pulled at the nape of her neck and slid down the curve of her spine.

“I’m going to tell you something and I want you to listen closely, you hear me?”

Felicity only nodded as he leaned in closer. His hand came up to fist her hair. God she loved it when he did that. He tugged hard enough to make her breath hitch, her pulse race. Such a dominant gesture. All he’d have to do was yank her head to the side and he could sink his fangs into her neck.

At the thought a soft, moan escaped her.

His nostrils flared then he dug his hips into her hard. The steel erection pulsed against her a threat of what she could have. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth then slowly dragged them across her cheek towards her ear in a barely there touch that still managed to torture her.

At her ear, his voice dipped to a whisper. “I’m going to get inside of you. I haven’t had a woman in a long time and the next time I come, it’ll be inside you with you wrapped around my cock like a fist, Felicity.”

Oh god. “Why me?” She was Felicity Shaw. She was a dammed nobody who had to lie to get a job.

He laughed savagely and his hips pumped against hers in a rocking motion created to make her eyes roll into the back of her head. When he spoke his voice was so low it vibrated along her nerve endings. “Because from the moment I saw you, I knew. I knew you were perfect for me. Everything about you drew me to you like a moth to light. I’m going to have you Felicity...many, many times. I want you on your knees so I can watch your sweet ass as I pound into you. I want you to ride me so I can see your tits jiggling in my face, and I want you on your back so I can claim you like I’ve wanted to from the moment I saw you. I want your pussy. I want your mouth, Felicity. And I’m going to have it.”

Felicity couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even think.

Ho-ly. Shit.

He wanted that from her and he meant it. He’d meant every single word of it. Just his words made her ache, made her body melt into his touch and her eyes darken with need. What would happen if he actually touched her? She might actually explode if he touched her right now.

“And before you leave this office I’m going to give you two choices. You can give me some of what I want right now or you can let me keep touching you.” The hand in her hair kept hold of her while the other moved to grip her hip in a possessive touch. His thumb rubbed up and down along the skin of her hipbone.

Her head fell to the side, breaths escaping in ragged gasps. His eyes flashed and then he groaned deep in his chest as his fingers deftly opened the top button of her jeans.

She couldn’t even hear the hiss of the zipper over her loud breaths.

The man wasted no time.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to touch you. You’re going to be perfect. I just know it.” She shivered from head to toe in anticipation. His fingers flattened against her stomach then slowly slid down. He found the cotton of her panties and slipped under the material. His fingers curled in her thatch of hair.