19
Coolleather pressed against my bare skin as I lay on the massage table and slipped my face into the headrest, waiting for Daniel to finish his prep. My muscles were practically buzzing for his gifted hands to work their magic and relieve the stress weighing on me over the last several days. With everything going on, I’d been overdue for my weekly massage, and fuck was I feeling it.
“Se?orita Amalia, would you like me to start your usual playlist?”
“Yes, please.” I wanted to tell him to hurry the hell up, that I didn’t care what was playing so long as he worked out the knots in my shoulders and neck.
His warm hands were finally on me, and he tensed slightly before applying more pressure. “I see you needed me today.”
I didn’t answer and closed my eyes, letting his touch and the music take me far from the hacienda, from Texas, and all the worries and doubts plaguing my soul. The wedding was just days away. We amped up security for the occasion and changed locations to avoid unwanted guests at my home, but that did nothing to ease my concerns. Someone on our family’s payroll had been bought off. That was the only explanation that made sense behind the attack on my father’s shipment and the ambush at the compound.
Daniel’s hands were suddenly gone a little sooner than I expected, though he probably needed more oil. Seconds ticked by longer than it would have taken, and I grew impatient.
“Is there a problem?”
Instead of words, I was met with a firm stroke at the base of my neck. His hands were no longer soft and smooth but rough and firm, hitting all the right spots in the best way.
Kai.
That unique scent of his was unmistakable. Calloused fingers smoothed up the back of my nape and into my hair. I clamped down on my jaw as I moaned and attempted to escape as his other hand moved down my back and over my bare hip. He pushed the towel aside just enough to give him better access, though he was obviously trying to avoid suspicion.
A smile crept along my lips when an idea came to mind.
“Daniel, your hands are magic, you know that? No one has ever touched me the way you have.”
Kai’s movements ceased for a moment, and I thought I heard him say something low under his breath, but the soft music in the background drowned it out.
“I’m sorry I rescheduled our last appointment. Things have been crazy. I missed you.”
The fingers in my hair squeezed an ounce tighter, setting my skin ablaze. “Yes,” I moaned. “Harder. You know exactly how I like it.” Again, there was a moment of hesitation, and he released my hair, both hands now on either side of my hip, working their way onto my ass cheeks. “Just like that,” I breathed. “Touch me.”
I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he flipped the towel onto my back and spread my thighs open. I was already so damn wet for this man. “See what you do to me?” Kai gripped my ass with so much pressure that I was sure he’d leave fingerprints while the other hand slid down the seam of my pussy. He used two fingers and trailed them back and forth, spreading the wetness before massaging my clit in slow, deliberate circles.
“Fuck, Daniel…I missed your touch.”
The music and his hands were suddenly gone, until I felt them snake around my throat and squeeze.
“You say that man’s name one more time, and no one will ever find his body.”
He loosened his grip and tore the towel away.
I chuckled. “How did you convince him to leave?”
His lips swept across my shoulder. “Easy. I gave him a choice, and he opted to keep his hands.”
“Mm, I knew it was you,” I murmured, gripping the edges of the table as he ran his tongue up the back of my thigh.
“I know,” he said, lips hovering over my pussy.
“How?” I managed to ask in a strangled whisper as his tongue darted out and flicked my clit.
“Because this pretty cunt only gets wet for me.” Kai hauled my hips back and smoothed his hand down my ass, spreading me open to get a better angle. “You know, vicious, even though I knew you were just fucking with me, every time you said his name, I wanted to choke the life from his body.”
“Why?” My voice sounded more like a whine than a question when Kai suctioned me between his lips.
“I don’t care about a goddamn contract, Amalia. My ring is on your finger, and your pussy is in my mouth. You’re mine.”
My nails nearly tore into the leather as those words vibrated against my clit. I wanted him to devour me, to die between my thighs, and to take me over the edge like only he knew how…but I’d been greedy.
I owed him. And I was suddenly ravenous.
I rocked against his face for three more sinful swipes of his tongue, but then I crawled on hands and knees toward the edge of the table. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw his look of confusion and tossed him a cunning grin.
“Where are you going?”
“No way are you going to make me owe you three times over.” I hopped off as ladylike and leonine as I could muster, even on shaky legs.
I immediately grabbed his belt buckle and rose to kiss him. Kai’s strong hands framed my face, deepening the kiss and nearly lifting me off the ground as he slid his tongue against mine and along my lips.
“And what will you do to clear your debt?”
“Easy.” I dropped to my knees, never breaking eye contact, and tugged his pants down, pulling him free. Kai was a big boy with a pretty dick. “Swallow your cock.”
He cussed between his teeth.
Fisting the base, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the bead of precum dripping from his tip.
He grunted and tangled his fingers into my hair, tipping his head back as I took him entirely into my mouth, sliding up and down until it was soaking wet.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as I worked him, hollowing out my cheeks when he hit the back of my throat. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than you on your knees with my cock down your throat.”
His hands were in my hair, squeezing, guiding me forward. Not that I needed it. While I wasn’t out there giving random men blow jobs, I knew I was good. And by the look on Kai’s face and the expletives falling from his mouth, I’d say he agreed.
“How much can you take, vicious?” He pushed until tears spilled from the corners of my eyes and black dots spotted my vision. “That’s it. I’ll feed you every inch of my cock until you cry some more and beg me to stop.”
I was never one to back down from a challenge. I knew I’d never reach the base, but I sure as hell would enjoy how I made this man weak in the knees. The way he hissed and bit his lip as I sucked his cock so fucking good, he’d never remember there was anyone before me.
Reaching around his hips, I took his plump ass cheeks in each hand and squeezed, nails digging into his flesh, marking him as mine. For the next three years, that was who he would be. Who he’d belong to.
The moment I gagged and reached an impossible point, he reared back before driving into my mouth again and again. Tears streaked down my face, my legs shaking, pussy throbbing.
My hand lowered between my thighs, craving a release. But in the next moment, Kai wrenched his dick from my mouth and yanked me to my feet by my hair, fingers diving between my legs and stroking my aching clit.
And fuck, I was so turned on, I might have even let him slap me.
“I need to come inside this sweet pussy, vicious. I need to feel you. Can I do that? Can I fuck you, wife?”
“I’m not your wife yet, Cain.” I swept my tongue across one of his nipples and looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “But I’ll be your whore.”
He spun me around so fast and bent me over the edge of the table that it almost made me dizzy. Maybe it was just the haze of lust, but I was drunk and wholly gone for this man, like nothing was more important than his cock buried inside me.
“Look at you. Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered against my back, dropping soft kisses as he nudged my entrance.
“Kai, please…” I shamelessly begged. But now his teeth were open against my ass, pulling a whine from my lips as he bit down. “I can’t get pregnant… Just fuck me already before I cut you.”
He laughed and straightened, pushing me farther into the table until I no longer touched the ground and spread me open. Glancing back, my breath caught in my throat when I saw how his eyes devoured me. How his lips parted and his breathing accelerated as he admired every exposed inch.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, pressing inside me. The deliciously painful stretch of his cock had me gripping the edge of the table. He eased in slowly, feeling the slight resistance. “Easy, baby. Relax.” A man telling a woman to relax is the equivalent of fighting words, but the tenderness in his voice, the way he cared about my pain and pleasure, caused something warm to flutter in my belly.
“More, Kai. More, please.”
It was all the reassurance he needed to drive inside me as far as he could. A gasp left my lips at how utterly full of him I felt.
“You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.” Every time he eased back and plunged inside, a loud moan vibrated in my chest. “You feel that, vicious? Your pussy was made for me.”
I clenched around him with every thrust and cried out his name into the cushioned surface of the table.
Kai’s hand smoothed up my back until his fingers were in my hair, and he tugged my head back as he bent over my body and groaned into my ear, “I told you I need you to scream for me.”
I bit my lip and grinned. “You said you’d make me…so make me.”
In one swift move, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my back, and without so much as a moment to breathe, he threw one of my legs over his shoulder and fucked me so deep, I arched off the table, mouth open in a silent scream.
“I can’t hear you,” he said, circling his thumb over my clit. I shook my head and pounded the table with my fist as the whole damn thing scraped slightly across the floor.
“Kai,” I cried, lifting my head just in time to catch him spitting on my pussy, nearly sending me over the edge into oblivion. I didn’t need extra lubrication because the sounds rising from the slickness between us were filthy, sexy, and intoxicating. He was marking me.
I was his.
He rolled his thumb again, forcing another jolt and his name to echo against the walls of my studio. “Beautiful,” he said, cupping one of my bouncing breasts and squeezing, ripping another gasp from my lungs.
“Fuck, fuck,” I panted as his strokes intensified until my core tightened, and I felt myself reach the peak before shattering completely. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fell, but Kai hadn’t slowed. Both of my legs were on his shoulders, and he bucked into me, gripping my thighs until my skin paled.
His grunts were loud, his cussing even louder, until he finally came inside me.
Letting my legs slide off, he laid his head over my trembling stomach as he caught his breath.
My eyelids fluttered closed when his hands came up around my waist and he kissed my belly tenderly at first, then with more passion. “You’re incredible,” he murmured over my dampened skin.
Kai straightened, grabbing my hand and taking me with him. “Mission accomplished.”
We laughed, and I looped my arms around his back, meeting his eyes. “What are we doing?”
“Whatever we want.”
“I don’t know if this is smart.”
He held my face. “Why?”
“You know why.”
“How about we take this one day at a time.”
I nodded my agreement. “Go get cleaned up.”
I pulled a black lace robe over my body and tied it off at the waist. The hem barely made it past my ass, but it would do for now. Kai was near a window, looking at one of my paintings, his jeans loose around his hips, belt still undone, and bare chest beckoning to be licked despite my muscles still singing from just minutes ago.
“Amalia, these are—amazing. I had no idea you were this talented.” He glanced back with a knowing grin. “As an artist.”
“Nice save.”
He winked and turned back toward my painting, brushing his fingers along the edges of the canvas. “Who is she?”
The aged face of a woman with deepset eyes and a crooked smile took me back to several weeks ago when I thought I was alone in the stable, crying like a damn baby because I’d been coerced into marrying a stranger. Milly’s good friend, Daisy, snuck up on me. She didn’t ask questions or show pity. She smiled that crooked grin and held me until I could hold myself. Not one word was exchanged between us, but they weren’t necessary. I was sure Milly had told her everything.
“She’s someone special who showed me kindness when she could have just pretended I didn’t exist.”
I hadn’t noticed when he’d returned to where I was standing. Not until his arms were around me, his lips to my forehead.
“Impossible. You’re a presence everywhere you go. I remember being taken by you that day you showed up. Every time you spoke, no one else existed. You owned the room.”
“Well, I don’t remember hearing from you afterward either.”
He laughed into my hair. “You didn’t exactly seem to be interested.”
“I noticed you, Cain. And that’s all you need to know.”
“Fair enough.” His gaze was set beyond me, to a far corner of my studio. I didn’t have to turn to know what had caught his attention.
“What’s that, under the white sheet?”
“Something I’m working on.”
Kai’s hands slid down to the small of my back. “Sounds important.”
“It is. But you can’t see it…yet. And if I find out you were snooping, I’ll gouge out those pretty eyes and keep them as souvenirs.”
“I’m just flattered you want to keep them,” he said with a chuckle, sliding his hands farther down until he pulled me onto his waist. “So, you’re beautiful, good with a knife…” He kissed up my neck, forcing my head to tilt back and my eyes to close. “A good shot...” His teeth nipped gently at my lips. “You have the sweetest fucking pussy.”
“Keep going,” I said, as I tangled my fingers into his soft hair.
“You can take a cock.” Laughter bubbled up my throat. “And you’re a goddamn talented artist. I’ve wanted to come here since your mother mentioned it at dinner that night. But I wasn’t sure if—”
“All you had to do was ask.”
“Well, we haven’t exactly been on the best of terms. Though I’m not sure why. I’m not that ugly, and I think I have a shining personality.”
I found myself laughing again, and I honestly couldn’t remember the last time anyone outside of my family had made me feel this way in…maybe forever.
“I won’t disagree. But I have my reasons.”
Kai brushed his nose along my jaw, making it hard to catch my breath.
“Have or had?”
“You think that because you fucked me, that all is good?”
“I fucked your throat too. That has to count for something.”
Kai met my grin. “It’s not that simple. Don’t take it personally, Cain. I just loathe that my hand is being forced. I’ve always made the rules for myself. I don’t abide by the laws of men who think that because I have a pussy, I can’t make decisions and be successful without relying on cock.”
I pushed at his chest, and he set me down. “I’ve done just fine on my own. And I hoped to keep it that way until it was on my terms, not on those of bastards who aren’t even alive.” Kai was serious now as he listened unwaveringly. “I never wanted this responsibility on my shoulders. This was my brother Tony’s burden to bear. Not mine. So excuse me if I’m just a little pissed off.”
Kai tipped my chin with his fingers. “Can I ask you something?” I nodded. “Why me?”
I sighed and offered him a faint smile. “As you know, it was supposed to be Derek. But his circumstances changed and, well, you were the obvious second choice.”
“Ah, the default.”
He tried to play it off as a joke, but I saw the twitch in his jaw and the slight flare of his nose. I knew he loved his brother, but I wondered if he somehow felt overshadowed by Derek. He didn’t have a reason to be. Kai was a force in his own right. If it wasn’t for the circumstances surrounding our engagement, he was everything I coveted in a partner. Someone who could stand beside me, who loved all the dark parts that held my soul together. A man who knew I was just as capable. Who listened and was patient with all my highs and lows. He was all those things.
Touching his cheek, I smiled and said, “No, the upgrade.”
He stared at me for what felt like forever, and I held his gaze and waited with anticipation for him to say whatever I knew was on the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck,” he whispered, shaking his head.
“What?”
“Marry me,” he said with a laugh, resting his forehead on mine.
“Give me a few days, and maybe I’ll be forced to say yes.”
“Done.” With that said, he scooped me up again and tossed me back onto the massage table. “Do me a favor, tell Daniel he’s fired.”
“Cain, absolutely not. Daniel has magic hands.”
“You liked what I did with mine.”
I reached between us and grabbed his cock. “Do it again.” Kai’s lips were on my neck, my legs circling his waist when I felt him slow until his mouth hovered over my earlobe. “You see a ghost or something, Cain? Because I can’t imagine anything grabbing your attention more than my wet pussy against you.”
“Just wondering when I’ll get to see what’s under that sheet?”
“Someday. When I’m ready.”
He looked down at me and nodded in understanding. A part of me hated that he didn’t press, that he respected my privacy, because it did strange things to my stomach and put terrifying thoughts in my head. But then there was that woman I didn’t recognize—or maybe I’d just lost her years ago—who craved love and sweet gestures from a man. That woman who was swooning and falling…