Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
K ara
I should be afraid of him, terrified. He had his hand wrapped around my throat. With a quick snap of his wrist, he could easily break my neck.
But he had no intention of doing so. This was all about asserting his control.
I’d gotten under his skin when commenting on the phone call he’d received. I’d easily read between the lines. He’d attempted to keep me from knowing he was preparing to interrogate someone, but I’d seen this before. In real life, not just in movies.
The thought of him killing someone for revenge was both stimulating and horrifying. I was shocked from feeling both sides of the coin.
There were all types of men in the world. Some were beautiful reminders of why a girl should always keep a sharp knife and a can of pepper spray with her. There were others who were sweet as could be and very reliable, but not attractive in the least. Then there were the jerks, the ones who believed themselves to be God’s gift to women, acting as if the girl they deemed decent enough to be in their lives should bow down and kiss their feet.
Then there was Havros.
He was in a class all his own.
Confident to the point of being cocky.
Intelligent to the point of being brilliant.
Sexy to the point women fawned over him every day.
A man who also knew exactly what to say to a lady to keep her hot and wet.
As I was in this glaring moment of need.
He also looked as good in a pair of emerald swim trunks and messy hair as he did in a high fashion suit and leather shoes that cost a year’s salary.
I’d done everything to right my mind, to make the passion we’d shared seem completely wrong. But given what I’d just spouted off, I obviously sucked at giving myself a pep talk.
The look on his face was primal, carnivorous. The bad girl inside of me had known exactly what I’d done when inviting him in for a drink. I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want him when the wafting scent of our combined longing was penetrating our skin.
But I was still fighting the hunger, pushing my hand against his chest while languishing over the way he was looking at me.
“As I will always say to you, kitten. Be very careful what you wish and ask for.” His voice was gruff, the tone laced with an entirely different level of husky sensuality. I was breathless, barely able to swallow as he continued rolling his thick fingers around my clit.
The sensations kept my body tingling. His shirt was open and I slipped my fingers between the two edges, teasing him as he’d done with me by rolling them down the length of his chest.
I’d been captivated by his demanding ways. While he hadn’t been trying to intimidate me, he’d done so with his predatory advance seconds before. He was a jaguar in the night, a man constantly on edge, ready to kill at a moment’s notice. I knew it. I felt it in my bones.
The man was pure muscle, so rock hard and solid that all I wanted to do was to take minutes, hours to gaze at his naked body. I dipped my eyes toward the bulge between his legs, biting my lower lip to keep him from catching I was lusting after him.
He stretched my neck, his fingers digging into my skin. As he removed his hand from between my legs, he took his sweet time brushing the tips between my breasts, running his forefinger across my collarbone. The touch was featherlight, enough to send a wave of red-hot current dancing through me.
The man was ceremoniously peeling away every layer of hesitation and inhibition, exposing the soft vulnerability of the true woman.
“You are one beautiful woman, Kara.” The words were tender, caring, and defusing as he slipped his juice-soaked fingers past my lips. “Now, suck for me, kitten. Give me a preview of how your voluptuous lips will work while sucking off my cock.”
I found myself doing exactly what he asked, sucking his two long fingers greedily.
He was watching me the entire time and I was even more mesmerized by the golden flecks surrounding his irises. When he seemed satisfied I had the skills to give him good head, he pulled his hand free, flexing his fingers. I watched in sheer awe as he entwined the sash of my robe around his fingers, going round and round, at the same time tugging the belt from the two loops.
After freeing the thick material, he lifted it further into the light.
“Close your eyes, kitten. Keep them closed.”
I wanted to watch every move he made. When he cocked his head, his expression as commanding as I’d seen, I obeyed him, but peeked only seconds later.
“You don’t want me to be forced to discipline you, my sweet kitten. Now, do you?”
Only after cinching them closed did I feel the heat of his touch as he eased both hands under the shoulders of the terry robe. He trailed behind the material as he rolled both sides down my arms. The comforting weight of the material was gone and it took a few seconds to realize I was standing in front of a wide open window completely naked.
I was also standing in front of a killer. There was no doubt. For all the strong convictions I’d maintained throughout my adult life, I was breaking every one of them by being here with him.
But God help me, I didn’t want this to end.
“Hands over your head, gatáki .”
When I didn’t obey him right away, he pinched my clit, the pain immediately soaring through me.
“I suggest you learn obedience,” he growled. “I have no issue punishing you when necessary.”
Punishment.
I should be repulsed from the thought, but instead, it turned me on tremendously.
As soon as I did what he asked, he wrapped the sash around my wrists.
“That’s it, Kara. Be a good girl and just relax.”
There was no reason for the words to keep me electrified, but they did. No one had ever called me a good girl before him. I wiggled in the bindings, quickly discovering I wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it.
“So beautiful. So perfect.” His husky voice continuously sent shivers through my system.
I heard rustling sounds and shifted against the window. My entire core was aching, my raging desire fueling lust-filled visions. If he was removing his clothes, I would demand to be allowed to see every inch of him. I bit back another moan, the stark cold feeling from the glass in direct conflict with the explosion of heat in my core.
It was extremely difficult to keep my eyes shut, especially when he blew hot air across my chin. When he blew lower and lower again, I sensed he’d dropped to his knees.
“That’s it. Relax. Allow this very bad man to take care of you.”
I wasn’t used to being able to relax even when taking time off. It wasn’t a frequently used word in my industry or in the life I’d chosen. Everything was fast paced. Yet here I found myself doing exactly what he requested. Or was it simply another demand?
Havros stroked my stomach, every brush of his fingers reactivating the rush of tingles. Part of me continued to dig down, telling me to stop this now before it got out of hand.
But I didn’t.
I was suddenly overwhelmed with dozens of feelings, none of them anything I was used to. My fingernails scratched at the glass as he rolled his lips from one side of my stomach to the other. The hot sex from before wasn’t nearly as intimate as this moment. I was embarrassed and ashamed that I felt so much joy, but the fire burning deep within was everything I’d ever wanted from a man.
He dragged his tongue around my bellybutton and when he had his mouth close to my most intimate parts, my muscles jerked in confusion.
“Someone is watching,” I told him, although I didn’t care.
“Good. Let them become jealous that they don’t have what I do.”
He kissed and licked my skin, moving closer and closer to my sex. Goosebumps popped along my arms and legs, my heart thudding as if running a marathon. I wanted to feel free, to completely let go, but I’d never been allowed to do so.
No one had kissed me this way, planting his lips on my heated skin with practiced delicacy.
Kiss. Lick.
His growls continuously permeating the room.
I was slumping down, but my body jerked the moment he licked the top of my slit.
“Oh. God.” I felt nervous titillation threatening to push me into doing something I didn’t want to do. This was almost too intimate, too intense.
“My sensitive kitten. I adore that about you.” His voice was now almost unrecognizable. “Utter perfection and you smell so sweet.”
I wasn’t a perfect anything, especially my body, but around him I felt special. Cared for. I lolled my head, an explosion of heat erupting in my core when he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit.
His growls only intensified the moment he drove two fingers into my tight channel. “So tight. So wet.” Every guttural sound he made was something I’d never heard before, but it matched mine as he surged his lips toward my clit once again.
This time he pulled the tender tissue between his lips and teeth, sucking as I squirmed in his hold. The man knew how to drive me crazy, adding a third finger and flexing open as he finger-fucked me.
The roughness immediately pulled me into a blissful vacuum. I tossed my head back and forth, constantly moaning as my body reacted to every lick. He rolled the rough pads of his fingers along the insides of my thighs, going down one and up the other.
I was in a complete daze, panting as he licked me all the way down my pussy. Was I really jutting my hips forward? Oh, God. Yes, I was.
When he buried his face into my wetness, I threw my head back, tapping it into the glass while making sounds I’d never made before. I had no idea who I was any longer.
Havros wrapped his arms around my thighs, yanking my sex toward him. As he buried his face in my wetness, I issued a series of bedraggled moans. He licked furiously, using his tongue and fingers like pistons.
I wanted to run my fingers through his thick hair, but knew he’d make good on his promise. Maybe I craved a spanking. Maybe I needed him to take full control over me.
The man was devouring me, his sounds more raucous than before. I shifted back and forth, rolling onto the tips of my toes as I offered him all of me. I was a little wanton hussy and loved every second of it.
Panting, my pulse racing, I could tell I was close to a powerful orgasm. Before this man, this brutally handsome man, I’d never had a climax this way. He knew my body. He sensed exactly what I needed. Soft and tender. Hard and fast. I was blindsided by the pleasure.
“That’s it, kitten. Come for me. Fill my mouth with your sweet juice.”
He had no idea how much I wanted to do just that.
He stroked my legs with the fingers of one hand as if coaxing me. I could feel the wave as it began, one so full of pleasure that my voice was temporarily lost.
“Oh. Oh. Oh…”
I could feel the moment the eruption began, the crazed heat becoming an inferno. I felt outside my body, incapable of moving. My pulse had skyrocketed, my mouth open as I tried to scream from the extreme ecstasy. But other than rough pants, there was no sound.
The wave was amazing, driving me closer and closer to pure nirvana.
Havros continued to lick, refusing to let me go, his hold so firm I felt as if I was floating on air.
I crested the wave, the slow motion of easing down just as startling as when the climax had begun. Every muscle tensed and as if I was fighting for self-preservation, I could no longer keep my position or hold my hands above my head.
The grip I suddenly had on his hair was insane. I could tear his long locks from the roots as my body bucked to the perfect rhythm of his magical tongue. I shifted my arms, locking them around his neck. When I dug my fingers into the top of his back, he didn’t react in any way. I’d seen the blood I’d drawn earlier and I’d done so on purpose.
What did that make me?
As a wave of light and sparkles floated in front of my eyes, I lolled my head. I could no longer keep them closed, but was unable to see anything but shadows and forms. The waves of emotions crashing over me were perhaps the most incredible experience of my life.
My legs were no longer usable. If he wasn’t still right there between my legs, holding me up, there was no way I wouldn’t have tumbled to the floor.
He licked my inner thighs before starting to rise. I peeked, incapable of following his instructions. As the bad girl reared her head, I was glad I had. He was even more magnificent without his clothes.
As he stood in front of me only a foot away, I sucked in my breath, another series of intoxicating vibrations dancing over me. No man had the right to be that damn good looking. He was perhaps the most exquisite creation of sensuality I’d ever seen in my life.
He loomed over me, his massive body seemingly twice the size of mine. I expected him to show signs of anger, but his devilish grin drew me into a moment of rapture. The way he rolled his index finger from one side of my jaw to the other was the most possessive action so far. He lifted my chin, shaking his head so slowly that I knew I was in trouble.
“Now it’s time for you to suck my cock, baby girl. Do you think you can handle me?”
The stunning man allowed me to lower my head so I could take a full look at his incredible cock. I’d been right when I’d questioned whether it would fit. His shaft was long, thick, and throbbing, the veins on the sides matching the pulsing cords in his neck.
“Yes. Always.” My answer was cut short as he pushed me to my knees. With my hands still tied, he had full control, but I was determined to bring him to his knees.
He fisted the back of my hair, holding me in place. I was offered an up close and personal look at his muscular legs. The man lifted weights, likely had since he was young. His muscles stretched and ebbed as he flexed, his entire body tensing as I teased him the way he had with me.
Blowing across the tip of his cock.
The bulbous head of the masterful creation was purple, pre-cum already slicking his sensitive slit. I was momentarily entranced by its beauty, licking my lips in appreciation. Continuing the tease was my prerogative and I raked the edge of my nail down the underside.
He yanked on my head, giving me a stern look as he pointed a single index finger, slowly lowering it to the tip of my nose. “You should remember how dangerous you consider me to be.”
In response, I darted out my tongue, licking straight across the pearl beads. He roared his response, slamming his hand on the window with enough force it rattled.
Using two hands, I stroked his cock, both twisting and turning gently at first. He watched me, his eyes never blinking. I could swear they already had difficulty focusing. He kept his hold, his chest rising and falling.
I licked down the underside, enjoying the taste, tangy yet sweet. His scent was even more intoxicating than before, the deep musk invigorating my senses.
“Look at me, kitten. I need to see your eyes as you suck me.”
I did as I was told, tingling even more from the way he was studying my actions. Nudging his cock with my nose, I rolled my fingers around his thick balls. I was still teasing him, wanting nothing more than to experience every inch of him. It became tough to see his face, but I could tell by the way he was twisting his mouth that I was driving him crazy.
He yanked on my hair, forcing my head up by a few inches. The way he wagged his finger brought a smile to my face. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re far too tempting. Open your mouth.” He pressed the top of his cock against my lips, which I refused to open. In response, he bent down, wrapping his long fingers around my throat just as he’d done before. “Be careful, little kitten. My punishments are harsh.”
I shuddered from the thought, but opened my mouth. He pushed a couple of inches inside, jutting his hips forward a few seconds later. As he filled my mouth, I swirled my tongue back and forth, savoring the taste as his scent wafted into my system. I pressed my bound hands to the base of his cock, twisting and turning my fingers as he face-fucked me.
The tip was shoved against the back of my throat and I gagged briefly. He stroked my face in response. His smile had turned practically evil, his entire body rigid to the point his muscles were strained.
“My good girl. Yes?”
I moaned my answer and he tapped his fingers on the side of my face. His actions forced me to suck even harder. He rolled onto the balls of his feet, pumping harder and faster. I could tell only seconds later he was close to coming. I craved to taste him, taking every drop of his sweet cum down my throat.
But as he pulled out, taking a decided step backwards, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. He took a deep breath, holding it as he raked both hands through his hair. He headed toward the table, fiddling with his glass before picking it up and tossing the remainder of the liquid down his throat.
After slamming the thick tumbler onto the table, he advanced as he’d done before, but I sensed his needs were more pressing. My instinct was correct. He slipped his arms under both of mine, lifting and pushing me against the window. He thrust his cock deep inside seconds later, filling me completely.
I wrapped my legs around him, my tied arms over his head as he pulled out, driving into me again. The ache from the size of him returned, but I was so wet, my muscles easily gripped his thick shaft.
He bent his knees, switching the angle as he plunged into me with tremendous force. The pane of glass rattled and I pressed my knees against him to try to keep upright. Although I knew he wouldn’t let me go.
If I read him correctly, he never intended on letting me go. The thought spiraled out of control as he slid me up and down the cool window. While every action was rough, befitting the rugged man, the look in his eyes was completely possessive. As if he might worship me.
Silly thought, yet it fueled the raging fire, turning it into a firestorm. He lowered his head, both our breaths heated and heavy.
“I could fuck you for hours,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I could let you.” It was a true statement, the passion we shared one of the most powerful experiences of my life. His cock felt so good as it slid in and out.
He planted both hands on the window and crushed his mouth over mine. I moaned into the kiss as he swept his tongue back and forth. The tang of whiskey filled my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him as tightly against me as possible. There was nothing like being held by this man.
When he broke the kiss, we both took gasping breaths. He spun me around, pulling me away from the window and dumping me onto the couch. He bent me over the back, immediately bringing his hand down on my bottom several brutal times.
“Ouch!” I complained, yet felt a rush of kinetic energy, my pussy even wetter than before. He cracked his hand down several additional times, chuckling darkly as he did so.
“I think you like it, sweet Kara. In fact, I think you crave more. Don’t you? My bad little girl.”
I gripped the back of the couch as he pressed his hand on the small of my back. He shifted his hand from one side to the other, the spanking much harder than the few cracks from before. With every inch of me tingling, I continued to squirm, but was panting from the raging desire. How was it possible being spanked like a bad girl could feel so good?
“No,” I moaned.
He laughed and rolled his finger down the crack of my ass, thrusting it inside my pussy. “Yes, you do.”
After four even harder smacks, he used his knee to push my legs further apart, once again sliding his cock inside.
“So wet for me, kitten. So tight.” He lowered his head, nipping my shoulder and dragging his tongue up to my ear. “But I have other things in mind.” He rubbed his thumb down the crack this time, but I wasn’t expecting him to shove it into my asshole.
“Oh, my God.” I was shocked at how it felt, a strange numbness shifting over me. I could feel myself stiffen, unprepared for the twinge of discomfort. I’d never done this before. In truth, I’d never wanted this to be done to me. Not once.
“Yes, every hole belongs to me.” He wiggled his thumb, driving it in even deeper.
I threw my head over my shoulder, my mouth suddenly bone dry. The second he gripped my hip with one hand I braced myself, closing my eyes and digging my fingers into the couch.
As he pushed the tip of his cock just inside, I gasped. “Oh, God. Oh…”
“This will feel so good, kitten. Just relax. I’m going to make you feel amazing.”
I gritted my teeth, trying to keep from yelling at him. How could he imagine this kind of discomfort would feel good?
With his fingers pressing into my skin, he guided more of his cock inside. My ass muscles were over-sensitized, trying desperately to accommodate his size.
“Fuck.” The harsh word was almost screamed. Lights flashed in front of my eyes and I bucked hard against the couch. Yet as he dropped his head, pressing kisses against my neck, I was immediately pulled into a wave of desire. The slight pain began to subside, but the raw sensitivity remained.
I was floating on air as he thrust the remainder of his cock inside. Together, we moaned and he folded his arms around me, placing both hands on mine. As he fucked me, he intertwined our fingers. I dug my nails into his palms as we rocked together, his face buried in my neck.
Being this close was incredible and I was able to feel the hard thudding of his heart against my back. I’d never felt so filled, so alive. As our bodies molded together, another moment of true bliss wrapped around me like a soft blanket.
The closeness, the connection, and the way I remained in a dream state shoved aside my worries. Maybe I shouldn’t want this, but there was nothing I could do about it. He’d already captured my body. I smiled, leaning my head against his shoulder, squeezing my muscles until his body tensed.
Yes, I could still be a tease even if he had full control.
When he erupted deep inside, I pressed my body against his.
Together, we were pure magic.