Free Lonzo: Book 1 (Tycoon Series Book 1) by Kat Madrid

face and this amazing body to go with it, there was no way she’d reached her age and not experience sex. A virgin? No fucking way.
    He almost laughed at the idea. There was no way she could be an untried virgin. Not when she was the one who climbed his bed and initiated the entire escapade.
    Role-playing must be her thing.
    “Let me go! Where am I? Where did you take me? Who are you? Damn you, let me go!” she uttered, her voice almost hysterical, her eyes accusing. She looked like a frightened rabbit looking for a way to escape him.
    He smiled. She was definitely big on role-playing.
    Now, he liked that idea.
    “Who are you?! Let me go or else I will sue you for rape!” she wailed, the anxiety in her voice almost sounded real.
    Lonzo decided to play her game, his appetite whetted further by her innocent act.
    “Rape? Now, now. Look around, this is my room. I didn’t force you to climb on my bed, woman. You did the climbing all by yourself.”
    The woman looked mortified, as if the very idea of being in bed with him scandalized her. She was about to bolt but he prevented her from leaving.
    “Although I must say that finding you naked in my bed is ingenious. Quite an introduction. Tonight promises to be highly pleasurable for both of us,” he said sardonically.
    To emphasize his point, he held her defiant chin in his hand before puling her face down for a searing kiss.
    Time to start the ball rolling.
     
     
    Jordana was about protest, to ask him to stop but before she could do so, he was kissing her, parting her lips with his wildly erotic tongue, sweeping inside and at the same time, brushing away the last vestiges of her control. Her blood rushed madly in her veins and sang with heat.
    A red mist of lust enveloped and took control of her traitorous body. She was drowning in a sea of hot sensations, her blood overheating. Her breathing became labored and from her mind’s eye she knew that this man felt the same.
    She was so into their kiss that she wasn’t totally aware that he had flipped her beneath him.
    She was lost, hardly even aware of her own submission or that her own arms went up to clasp this unknown stranger’s neck, drawing him closer to her.
    The rational part of her brain had shut down. The voice of reason inside her head silenced.
    He short-circuited and broke down her walls with just a kiss.
    She closed her eyes.
    Why haven’t I been kissed like this before? Why do I feel this way with a stranger? If this is just the kissing part, God help me with what goes beyond this…
    He stopped kissing her.
    She eyes popped open. Her gaze clashed with his olive green ones and she couldn’t look away.
    Then he spoke, his voice hypnotic.
    “I’m already hooked, sweetheart. No more games.”
    “But—”
    “Shhh. Your body is incapable of lying. Don’t deny it. I felt it, too.”
    He too felt the connection?
    His statement struck her core.
    She thought she was incapable of feeling passion and desire. She shunned intimacy. Her exes thought she was frigid. James even called her Baked Alaska.
    She had come to accept that sex would never be enjoyable for her. Not after the ugliness of her childhood.
    This man, this stranger proved her wrong.
    She wasn’t a freak.
    She almost cried from the realization.
    “…I never wanted to fuck a woman as much as I want you. I’m going to fuck you, cara . Over and over,” he rasped.
    Jordana’s mouth dried up, her throat suddenly parched from the intensity of his words, making her weak and tingly all over.
    She was seduced. Heaven help her. It was true. She wanted this. She was burning up with need.
    “You want this as much as I do. Don’t fight and lie to yourself.”
    “Okay.”
    “You really sure?”
    Is she? Her subconscious asked.
    Several seconds passed, increasing the anticipation a thousand fold.
    “Y-Yes...” she finally answered.
    He smiled slowly. A devilish smile that produced a thousand knots inside her stomach.
    No more turning back now, she