Chapter 5 Kaia
KAIA
Men are easy.
Anya taught me that.
The first man I ever slept with only did it to get close to my uncle.
I never saw him again after I told my brother what happened.
The second man I slept with was a stranger at a gala hosted by some family that my uncle wanted to be close to and Anya covered for me while I had fun in a closet. They were both easy.
But Flynn?
My burning desire for revenge collides with my brother’s order to survive, and after pouring my heart out in the shower, sobbing until every part of me was raw, I knew what I had to do.
As easy as Flynn seems, accepting my kiss and drinking down the alcohol that pours from my lips, I know his guard isn’t as low as it appears.
He’s a dangerous man.
A monster.
A Gallagher.
And everyone knows that they burn bridges with people on it rather than ever admit they’re wrong.
But I’m a dangerous woman.
Caressing his face with one hand, I tighten my grip on his thick, reddish-brown hair and force his head back a further inch.
Neither of us close our eyes and I sense he’s waiting for me to make some kind of move, but I won’t act too soon. I need to get him riled up enough that lust lowers his guard without him even realizing it.
It helps that he’s handsome.
Despite the hatred burning in my veins, Flynn Gallagher is a stunningly handsome man.
Tall and broad with thick muscle that ripples under my thighs as he shifts in his seat, grey eyes that earlier seemed as cold as steel now glimmer like pools of moonlight, and short stubble that lightly prickles my jaw as our lips move in slow tandem.
He swallows the last of the Vodka and I shift my weight back as if to break the kiss.
As predicted, Flynn doesn’t allow it.
He surges forward and lifts one hand from my waist to the back side of my neck to keep me in place while he deepens the kiss with pressure and a flick of his tongue.
My eyes flicker and despite my best efforts, I let them close.
His tongue dances alongside mine, stroking and caressing like he actually cares.
His large hand grips my hip and he shifts once more in his seat, moving as if I’m light as a feather.
Suddenly, I’m struck by a sudden flutter in my chest and a pulse of alarm hot down my spine.
What if I’m too heavy in his lap?
This man, this monster who killed my family and burned down my home, is the last man I should be concerned about what he thinks of my weight and body, yet it bursts to the forefront of my mind like a bullet.
I’m heating up inside faster than I anticipated.
Alone in my room, it was easy to tell myself I wouldn’t have any kind of reaction to Flynn because my fury would burn away even the inclination of unwilling attraction.
How wrong I was.
Heat coils low in my belly and sends my heart racing when Flynn pulls me deeper against his broad chest.
Moving my hand from his hair to his chest to brace myself, his heart flutters frantically under my palm as if it’s willing to fight to break free and leap right at me.
His hips shift, and as I resettle a telltale ridge beneath me tells me how well my plan is going.
It doesn’t matter how I feel.
As long as I get his defenses down, that’s all that matters.
Our kiss breaks with a gasp from each of us, though Flynn keeps his hand firm against the side of my neck to hold me eye to eye.
His harsh pants ghost across my kiss-swollen lips and a shiver steals across my shoulders as his silver eyes glimmer at me.
It’s not enough.
I need more.
Luckily, I have one more weapon in my arsenal that should distract him enough to end this night cleanly. Pushing away from him, I tilt my head up and expose my throat while undoing the strap around my waist holding the robe closed.
The silk falls away from my shoulders and Flynn’s hand moves with it as if trying to catch it, but he fails and settles for cupping my arm.
The black fabric runs from my body like water and vanishes from sight, leaving me sitting naked in his lap with my heart pounding so furiously it’s a wonder he can’t hear it.
His eyebrows pinch slightly, then he glances down at my bare, exposed chest and all silver vanishes from his eyes as lust takes over.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Two drinks is all it takes?” Flynn asks, his voice rumbling through the air like a roll of thunder. “You’re easier than I thought.”
“Shut up,” I snap, swallowing my anger at the insult by grasping the sides of his face and drawing him in for another kiss.
It becomes a battle of dominances.
Teeth and tongue weave back and forth past lips as we tilt heads, slot together, bite lips, and break apart just for the dance to start once more.
Heat flushes across my body.
Within seconds of being pressed against him, my nipples have been coaxed to stiff peeks by the fabric of his shirt, and my core tightens with each impatient roll of his hips beneath me.
During one kiss break, Flynn tears his shirt from his body and suddenly my breasts are pressed against thick, firm pecs covered in a soft layer of chest hair that tickles my skin and forces me to shift back and forth in his lap.
Flynn’s cock rises higher beneath me, and he grunts amusement into my mouth while his tongue snakes so deeply into my throat I almost choke.
One arm wraps around me, pressing me close to his chest while the other cups a large handful of my breast and squeezes my hard nipple between two of his knuckles.
Pleasure jolts through me like a flash of lightning and I rise slightly in his lap, reaching both hands between us to fiddle with his belt and free his growing cock.
When I settle back down, a soft, rough sound akin to a moan rumbles through Flynn’s chest.
Gotcha.
He’s broken the kiss and is biting a hot, needy patten down the length of my throat while I lift one hand to my hair and seek out the sharp hairpin hidden in the depths of my messy curls.
It pricks my finger, but I swallow the flinch and grab the pin, remove it, and slowly bring it down to shoulder level.
“Flynn?”
He leans away from my throat and meets my gaze, eyes dark with lust, and my smirk turns cold as I press the sharp hairpin to the base of his throat.
There’s zero hesitation in my hand as I drag the pin an inch across his throat, cutting his flesh just enough for a drop of hot blood to well from the injury and roll slowly down his throat to the hollow of his neck.
There’s barely a change in his gaze.
“What’s the code for the doors?” I demand, pressing the blade firmer against his throat. “Tell me quickly and I’ll kill you painlessly.”
His lips pull up into a lazy smile. “So you tried to leave before you came to my office.”
“Of course I did,” I snarl. “Did you think I really came here for a drink?”
“No, but I played along well, didn’t you?”
“I’m not playing.” The pressure increases, and the inch-wide slide widens further, sending another couple of droplets down his throat. “Your outside doors are all keypad and fingerprint locked, so either tell me the code or I’ll cut your fucking fingers off while you’re still breathing.”
My heart pounds and it’s taking all my control to keep my hand steady.
One wrong move and I’ll slice his throat open before I have the information I need, and then it will be hell all over again.
“You want out so badly?” Flynn drawls, leaning forward so that the hairpin slices deeper into his skin and sends another long roll of blood down to his chest. “Break a window.” As he speaks, he tightens his grip on my breast and a shock of pleasure shoots straight through me right to my heated core.
“I’ll kill you right here,” I swear. “I don’t care. I’ll do it!”
His eyes narrow to half-lidded. “I dare you.”
Do it.
Kill him and all this ends here.
Avenge Anya. Vic. Aunt Kara. Bring an end to the Gallagher line and maybe I’ll be hailed a hero.
Maybe watching his blood spill down his chest and the light fade from his eyes will ease this pain crushing me from the inside.
But my hand doesn’t move.
Our gazes remain locked as his lips curve up into a taunting smirk. I can tell he doesn’t think I have the balls to do it.
I’ll show him.
Just as my fingers tighten around the hairpin, Flynn moves.
One moment we’re face to face in his lap, the next I’m slamming down hard on his desk and all the air in my lungs escapes in a gasp.
With scarcely a second to gather my bearings, his hand vanishes from my breast and suddenly his cock enters me like a forceful punch, driving all sense and thought from my mind.
The searing heat of his length carving its way inside me, filling me fuller than any man has done before, is unlike anything I’ve experienced, and a cry catches in my throat.
There’s no time for words, no time to register that Flynn Gallagher is inside me, because suddenly both his hands are grasping the side of my neck and he’s fucking me like a man utterly possessed.
Seconds away from having his throat slit and the only thing he can think to do is plunge inside me and spend his last moments alive fucking me?
Oh shit.
His head lowers until our foreheads touch and while his grip at the side of my neck grows firmer, there’s nothing threatening about it.
Not that I’d notice, I’m far too distracted by his cock fucking into me like a piston in short, hard thrusts that jolt me up the desk and send pens and items scattering across the wood.
Several things thump to the floor as they’re shaken loose by Flynn’s thrusts, but he doesn’t stop staring at me.
Each thrust drives his cock deeper and deeper inside me, crashing into a bundle of nerves that light up my body and sends tingling quakes down my arms and legs.
It’s good.
It’s so fucking good.
Pleasure coils rapidly in my lower belly while heat floods down between my legs.
Thrust after thrust drives me closer and closer to orgasm and the onslaught of pleasure grows so intense I can’t breathe.
Still I clutch the hairpin in one hand, resting my wrist against his shoulder as if I still intend on plunging the pin deep into his neck and ending his life.
Flynn drops a hand to my thigh and strokes up it to my waist, caressing over the swell of my abdomen and up to my breast.
Nimble fingers seek out a nipple and a coy smirk flashes over his lips as he tweaks my nub and sends a sharp shock of pleasure straight to my core.
Fuck it.
The pin slips from my fingers as I throw both my arms around his shoulders, wrap my legs around his punching hips, and draw him in closer. I’m on fire.
My entire body’s burning up under the power of his thrusts, and he fucks me so hard I’m not sure I can even feel my hips anymore.
A heated ball of pressure grows at my core and spreads through me, loosening my muscles and turning every inch of my skin into oversensitive paper.
He’s everywhere.
His body writhes against my own, his chest hair tickles my chest, his rough hands abandon my neck and stroke over my body like he’s exploring something he cares about.
For a single moment, the lines blur and it’s like he’s fucking me because he can’t get enough of me, like something about me is so utterly addicting that his hips piston on their own accord because his cock is so greedy for me.
Every inch slides deep inside and I can’t think, nor can I speak.
Everything from an insult to a moan of pleasure catches in my throat with only small gasps for air making it past my lips.
I shove one hand into his dark hair and pull as hard as I can, drawing a rumbling growl from Flynn’s chest as he throws his head back into the touch.
Then, after a flurry of thrusts that blur together into frantic sensation, he fucks me right over the edge into a powerful orgasm that takes over my entire body.
My toes curl so tightly that my calves ache, my nails scratch into his torso, my back bows up off the desk, and I throw my head back in a noiseless scream as all the muscles of my core spasm and pulse through wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure.
Distantly, I’m aware of the rush of warmth inside me signaling his end, but it’s so far from the focus of my mind and I slump back down against the table, panting heavily.
Then, as suddenly as it started, it’s over.
Flynn withdraws from my pussy in a hot, wet rush and vanishes from my line of sight.
Still panting, I slowly lift myself up onto one elbow and watch him straighten up before me with something glinting in his hands. His impressive cock, still stiff, glistens in the low light as it rests against his thigh.
“What,” I gasp hoarsely. “What the fuck was that?”
“Aim higher next time,” Flynn replies as he tosses the glinting object at me.
It clatters onto the desk as Flynn pulls his pants up from his knees and strides away from the desk, leaving me naked and exhausted on his desk.
I want to call after him, curse him out or something, but my legs have turned to jelly and the tremble is so violent I’m not confident I can stand.
Instead, I glance down at the glittering item on the desk and groan in defeat.
My hairpin.