Possessive Stepbrother

"So, will it do?"

"Will it do?" she echoed, amazed at the question. "I've never seen a room like this before, Lucian, much less stayed in one. How could it not do?"

He grinned and she felt her heart thump hard in her chest. "Well, you might not like the color," he said, his hand going out to touch the soft drapes that hung around the bed. There were pink rosebuds against a snowy white background. "These remind me of your cheeks."

She felt the heat of her blush and turned her head, refusing to look at him. "It's a beautiful room, Lucian. I don't know how to thank you."

His hand came up and turned her so that he could see her eyes. "You're welcome. But it's no more than what you deserve." He bent his head, his lips covering hers again. This time, his tongue pressed into her mouth and she welcomed it eagerly, feeling the trail of heat that rose from her depths. His cold lips moved over hers, his body pressing against the soft heat of hers.

The moan was ripped from his chest and he pushed