Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love At First Taste: Her Stepfather's Pet: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Linc takes a sip of his wine. I can't help it, I mirror him. Except I drain the glass. I feel the dull thud of my heart as the red wine settles. A waiter appears out of nowhere to refill our glasses, Linc looks at me curiously across the table, he eyes the waiter like he wants to tell him not to refill my glass but sees that it is already too late, he eyes human and looks away. I can't wait for him to leave so Linc can answer my question. The need to know the answers press into me with an urgency that threatens to leave me breathless. I don't know what the hell I am doing bringing this up now but it is out and this is where we are. Finally the waiter leaves and I grab the full glass of deep red wine, it is sweet and smoky on the tongue, perfect for the madness engulfing me. I gulp down more than a sip."Amelia, you should ease up on the wine." Linc says in a calm tone. "You should answer a question when you are asked, Linc." I can't help the rebuttal that leaves my mouth. Linc look

I am surprised at Linc's self control, feeling how hard he is against my ass as he walks up the stairs in the dark house. His thick erection strains against his pant, pushing into me. I strain to reach down and touch it but I can't because of how he is holding me. His jaw ticks, showing he is doing his best to focus. I decide to make it a bit harder on him. I kiss his neck and he groans. A strangled sound that comes from his belly. "I don't want to drop you." He grunts. I smile slyly against his skin. He smells divine. Deeply masculine and fresh. Linc drops me on his bed, not quite gently and he sinks in after me, his body covering mine immediately. I have missed the delicious smoldering weight of him on my body. He rips my dress off me in the dark, I am all sensations and heat under his desperate touches. Breathing hard. Needy. Responsive. Roaring for more. I have never wanted to be fucked silly as I do right now. Maybe it is the red wine. Maybe not. It doesn't matter. Linc drives

"I am not bringing up the kidnap because that would give them motive." I say tightly. I love Amelia's stubbornness and resilience but that is mostly when she is not going against me. In times like this, it really gets me that she wouldn't listen to my reasoning. "Oh, that makes sense.""Thank you." I can't keep the snark out of my tone. She promptly ignores it. "So, how do you intend to dismiss them without raising any kind of suspicion?" She asks, wolfing down her eggs with renewed relish. I have lost my appetite. I really don't want her with the police. I know her. She would crack. She would show some emotion that can be picked up. I am still thinking of a way out of allowing her join me. "Well, my plan was to meet them alone." I reply testily. She does a great job of not picking up on it. "Well, I hope that was not your only plan." She says. She pushes her plate aside. Dabs at her lips, she riverts stunning blue eyes to me and I am immediately disarmed, I can't seem to remember

"Mr. Dmitri. We are sorry to drop in unannounced like this." The ginger haired one speaks first. They are both plainly dressed. Though their typical ensembles of dark sunshades, top and pants and even black leather shoes, does nothing to conceal their actual identities. The ginger one has a friendly disposition, unlike his partner, a balding dark haired man with harsh features stares openly at me. I hate that I have immediately caught his attention. I am extra self conscious because of what Linc and I was just up to. I feel like he can see it in my flushed features. Maybe that quickie wasn't well thought out afterall."Yes. What do I owe this visit to?" Linc cuts to the chase. You wouldn't be able to tell he was just fucking my senses out and screaming along with me a few minutes ago. He is so composed. It is very easy for him to slip into his reserved billionaire mode whenever necessary. Watching him is mesmerising. I have to remind myself to rip my gaze away from him because of the

"What do you mean he is dead? You killed him? Oh my God. Oh my God. Why didn't you say anything! Oh my God. What do you mean he is dead?!" The panic consumes me. I fly out of the hold of the couch and Linc, I pace the room, I am vaguely aware of Hernandez leaving the den and Linc watching me calmly. It only makes me more agitated. I don't know what to think but the panic doesn't leave me. I claw at my throat, maybe that would relieve the unmovable lump there, but it doesn't. I feel like I could be choking. But I know I am not. "Amelia. Can you calm down? Come on. Come sit with me. You misunderstood me. I didn't say he was dead. I only said it was possible. I didn't kill him. Though it is something I probably would have been able to do in the heat of the moment, but I didn't. Because he fled." Linc's gentle voice doesn't do anything to relieve my panic. I hear him but I don't actually process his words. Images of Tyler lying dead somewhere keeps flashing before my eyes. I hate him a