Chapter 15
FLYNN
“Go on then.” Kaia challenges me immediately, jutting her chin upward in defiance, and her eyes flash with quiet threat. “Be the big man and shut me up.”
My mouth crashes over hers and before any doubt can enter my mind about whether this is the right thing to do, both of Kaia’s hands end up in my hair and pull so hard that pain lances down my neck.
A good pain, one so hot that it sends tingles across my shoulders.
My hand tightens slightly around her throat and I thrust my tongue into her mouth while shoving my leg between her thighs and trapping her against the wall.
I hate her.
I think.
Everything I think about Kaia collides in my mind and I constantly come away confused.
She’s the enemy and yet she gets my blood heated up like no one else, and my plans to use her to save my family keep fading from my mind when she looks at me just right.
All I can think about then is tearing her clothes off and making her scream for me.
Given how her hips grind down my thigh and her fingers rake through my hair, she shares the sentiment.
It doesn’t mean anything.
It’s just sex.
Jerking away from the kiss, a string of saliva connects our lips for a second as we glare at each other, then Kaia tugs on my hair again and desire pools hot and low in my gut.
With the next kiss, I drag her away from the wall by her throat.
Her gasp vibrates against my palm and she slides both hands down to my shoulders, where she pushes me away.
But just as I step back, she’s dragging me back in and trying to kiss me.
Acting like she’s in control.
Not a chance.
I step back and drag her toward the leather couch in my office, turning us both and shoving her down onto it.
She lands with a gasp and barely bounces before I’m over the top of her, kissing her hard and ripping her shirt wide open with my bare hands.
Buttons clatter somewhere in the distance and Kaia, so shocked, suddenly slaps me hard across the face.
We both freeze and stare at one another. Kaia’s face flushes a dark red and her exposed chest heaves up and down, her breasts threatening to spill right out of her bra.
My cheek tingles from the contact, then a small, knowing smirk curls across her lips and I know exactly what she wants.
My hand returns to her throat with just enough pressure that she feels me every single time she drags in a breath, and I shove my tongue in her mouth while tearing her bra off with my other hand.
Elastic snaps and she yelps in surprise, but it dissolves into a moan as I take a handful of her breast in my hand and massage against her body.
Her hips thrust upward in impatience just as my cock hardens to the point of painful trapped in my pants.
Keeping my hand on her throat to pin her to the couch, our kiss breaks and I messily bite a path down to her breasts.
Shoving my face in the valley of her chest, her floral perfume floods my senses and my cock twitches, aching with need to be inside her.
I can’t wait.
My lips seek out her nipple and I suck and bite, drawing several gasps from her parted lips.
Her hands scrabble for a hold on my shirt and when she finds one in the fabric, she begins tugging at me.
Sinking my teeth into her nipple, I jerk my head away from her body and her breast follows until her natural elasticity forces her nipple from my teeth and she yelps.
She’s free for the few seconds it takes for me to rip my shirt over my head and toss it aside, then I grasp her by her soft, curvy waist and flip her onto her stomach.
Her noise of complaints vanish into the leather when I shove her head down with one hand gripping a handful of her hair.
The other grabs her waistband and jerks her pants down in several powerful pulls until her gorgeous ass is on display.
A single slap draws a shocked scream out of her and a rosy handprint blooms across her ass cheek.
Another slap on the other side and her hands fight on the couch to try and push herself up.
Again, she thinks she’s in control.
My attention returns to dragging her pants down her legs and discarding them off to the side, then I’m back over her with another spank that forces Kaia to lift her hips while trying to escape the pain.
I let her get one knee under her and her other falls to the floor, giving her a moment where freedom is within her grasp.
That ends after I suck on two of my fingers and thrust them deep into her pussy in one swift move.
Kaia lurches up the couch with a yelping moan and immediately loses all balance on her arms.
As she falls, I shove her face back into the couch and drape over her.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I growl low in her ear as her juices coat my fingers on every thrust deep inside her. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re this wet? Just how fucking desperate are you?”
“Fuck you,” Kaia groans and her moans draw out the vowel. “If this—this is how you shut me up then no wonder you’re a failure. Can’t even manage a simple—ahn!”
Twisting my fingers inside her, I align my thumb with her clit and press down briefly with my thumbnail, then just as quickly soothe the action by sliding my thumbpad back and forth over that sensitive nub.
“You were saying?” I mock softly, fucking her harder with my fingers.
Each thrust in, I curl them and press hard on her soft walls, sending tremors through her body.
Kaia only gasps and cuts ridges into my leather couch with her nails.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?
I can feel you quivering around my fingers, can feel the way you’re trying to fuck me back inside.
You are desperate, aren’t you? Hungry for attention.
Hungry to be fucked and held and used, craving it harder than any other drug.
So much so that you’ll spread your cunt for your enemy. ”
Kaia’s orgasm tears out of her with a muffled scream, and her entire body bows like an elastic being pulled taut.
Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers as warm juices soak into my palm and a warm bubble of pride rises in my gut.
There’s no respite for her though.
Pulling my fingers free, I suck off her juices while she lies there panting, then abandon my own pants and finally free my cock.
Taking her by the waist, I flip her over and shove myself between her warm, soft thighs.
One grind against her and my cock coats in her hot juices, drawing a quivering gasp from her red lips.
Our eyes meet and her hands clutch at my shoulders, but instead of pushing me away she suddenly draws me in and kisses me so hard that I momentarily forget how to breathe.
It comes back to me as her teeth sink hard into my lower lip and a flash of blood spreads between our lips.
My hand returns to her throat and my other to her waist as I brace one leg on the floor and enter her in one swift, hard thrust.
Kaia arches off the couch and my mouth waters watching her breasts spill across her body from her movements.
Leaning down, I seek out one nipple and return the bite to my lip. Kaia yelps, and she slides her arms around my shoulders, drawing me in.
“I can…still talk,” she pants. “Still waiting.”
I fuck her like my life depends on it.
Deep, hard thrusts in rapid succession that cause the muscles of my lower back to ache, but I ignore it and focus on how fucking good she feels wrapped around my cock.
A tight, wet heat strokes every inch of me like she was made exactly for me.
As I fuck her, she claws at my back on nearly every thrust until the heat of pain across my shoulders matches the ache down my back and the burning in my thighs, but I don’t stop.
I thought I was in control.
But now I’m fucking her as if to prove I’m good enough to fuck her into silence.
Maybe Kaia was always in control.
It doesn’t matter.
I can’t think.
Pleasure fogs my thoughts.
All that matters is her cunt around my cock, her nails leaving trails of fire down my back, and the sweet gasps fucked out of her open mouth as I pound into her with everything I have.
It’s the best sex I’ve ever had and I never want it to end, especially when Kaia suddenly caresses my cheek like she actually cares.
That single touch rips my orgasm right out of me and my hips stutter, losing their powerful pace and I fall over her, humping into her as pulse after pulse of pleasure cascades through me.
By the way her pussy tightens around my cock and her thighs draw up at my hips, I know I’m not the only one.
But she’s silent as she comes, caught in a noiseless scream that signals my victory.
Then we collapse together, panting heavily.
Sweat slicks out bodies and sticks us together but for the moment, lying on top of her with her hand in my hair and her pussy twitching around my cock, it’s the most blissful I’ve ever felt.
“Oh wow,” Kaia croaks suddenly.
I lift my head.
She’s examining one of her hands and when she catches my eye, she turns her palm toward me.
A few strands of my hair lay in her palm, drawing a soft laugh from me.
“You’re feral.”
“You made me break a nail,” she whimpers as she further examines her fingers.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I mock, slowly peeling myself from her as I lift my body and slide my cock from her.
Kaia doesn’t move.
She remains there, panting and well fucked with her body flushed from the sex, my bites, and my nails.
Given the fiery sensation still tingling over my shoulders, she gave as good as she got.
But my mind is clear.
“Thanks,” I say.
Kaia gazes up at me with wide, beautiful eyes and something warm curls in my chest. “Did you just thank me for sex?”
“Much more enjoyable than you trying to kill me.”
Kaia rolls her eyes and a soft pink flushes up her throat.
Fucking Kaia’s given me more clarity and peace of mind that a workout ever has and suddenly, I have the perfect route to get to her uncle.
I pick her shirt up from the floor and hand it to her, then pad naked toward my desk.
My phone remains there next to the crystal decanter, and I pick it up just as Kaia pulls herself up with a groan.
She’s in the process of putting her shirt back on when I snap a quick picture of her, not that she notices.
I’ve given Antov too much grace. If he doesn’t believe I’m a real threat, then I’ll make myself one.