Chapter 23
He kisses me so hard I’m pushed back against the wall. His large hands sink into my hair, pinning me in place as he ravages me.
From deep inside his chest, a low rumble vibrates against me.
“Open for me,” he commands against my mouth, running his tongue along my bottom lip.
The part of me that knows I should sink my teeth into him and tell him to fuck off has apparently fallen into an aroused coma. Because the part of me that wants nothing more than to melt into him and take everything he offers parts my lips, giving him exactly what he wants.
My obedience.
And probably my soul.
He makes an approving sound, pressing himself against me. We’re connected from crotch to mouth, and I can feel every twitch of his muscles.
Every inch of his hard length.
He kisses me until my toes curl inside my shoes and my lungs start to fail. When he breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead against mine, sucking in air, because he’s as breathless as I am.
“You should let me leave,” I say softly.
He makes another sound, this one much less approving and way more frustrated.
“No.” He sinks his hands into my hair, shoving me back until my face is tilted up toward him. “You’re never leaving. Never running away. Never hiding again. Do you understand me?”
Before I can answer, his mouth takes mine again. His hands roam freely over my body, squeezing, fondling, making me lose what little sense I have left.
When he breaks again, his eyes are filled with more than just arousal. There’s something animalistic, something wild in his gaze.
“If I have to lock you away, I will. We have a place for that. Promise me I don’t have to do that.” This isn’t just an order, this is a plea.
He thinks I’ll run from him. Like Elana did.
“I won’t run away.” I raise my fingers to his jaw. “I promise.”
Heat flares in his gaze as he reaches between our bodies, fisting the skirt of my dress and gathering the material in his grip.
He kisses me again, but this time, I kiss him right back. I match his energy, letting my mind shut off completely to anything other than the sensations his touch provides.
This isn’t me. This isn’t how I do things. I’m practical. I think things through. I don’t let my emotions drive my actions, but this right here proves me a liar.
I’m lost, swimming in a sea of arousal so vast and wide I’m not even sure there’s a shore anymore to be washed up on.
The worst of it is, I don’t think I care.
I just need more of him.
“You’ve soaked your panties,” he says with an arrogant grin.
“The arrogance is back,” I manage to say before my vocal cords freeze on a moan. He pushes my panties out of his way and rubs my clit with his fingers.
“Not arrogance, remember.” He nips at my earlobe, my throat, before sinking two fingers into me.
“Kaz, someone can come in any second.” I grab his wrist.
He shoots me a look that tells me it was exactly the wrong thing to do.
“Don’t get in my way, Sienna. Not when my fingers are in your pussy and I’m so close to fucking you against this wall.”
“The door’s not locked,” I try to explain.
“If anyone comes in here unannounced, I’ll throw them in the pit.” He curls his fingers, sending me into another spiral. “I like this dress.”
He pulls the neckline down with his free hand just enough that he’s able to bite into the swell of my breast. “Yes, more dresses, fewer sweaters.”
He takes my lips again. I moan into his mouth. His fingers continue to drive me to the brink of insanity.
I’m moving against him. Pushing my hips against his hand to feel more of his fingers.
“My beautiful wife, what will I do with you?” he says hotly against my ear.
“Exactly what you’re doing is fine,” I mutter, and he laughs.
He slides out of my pussy and pinches my clit. I jerk against his hand, moaning.
“I have a better idea.” He grabs the elastic of my panties and tears them from my body, dropping the scraps to the floor. The rest fall to my ankles.
“That’s another pair you owe me.”
“I’ll buy you a whole fucking store.” He unbuckles his belt, rips down his zipper, and grabs hold of my leg just behind the knee.
“Kaz, what are you— oh, god!” I’m thrown back against the wall when he thrusts his cock into me.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He nuzzles into my neck as he drives into me.
“Kaz.” I wrap my arms up and around his shoulders, clinging to him.
“Yes, sweetheart, say my name. Scream it when you come.” He bites at my earlobe. “Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and do that?”
“Yes, sir.” My throat dries. I’m gasping for air. Clinging to him for support.
My mind is a twister of erotic and erratic thoughts. His name flashes over and over again. The sound of his low, guttural grunts pushes me closer and closer to an edge I want to dive headfirst over.
“So good, so good for me.” His voice rumbles against my ear.
I’m dizzy with arousal.
My skin is hot. My lungs burn.
Electric tingles fire throughout my body.
“My girl. You’re mine now. Mine.” He kisses my cheek. “Say it, sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine.”
I grab at his shoulder, fisting his shirt.
“Yours, Kaz. I’m yours.”
I slide my leg up higher, hooking it on his hip. It spreads me more for him, and he plows deeper.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He emphasizes each word with a thrust, and my eyes cross.
His fingers dig into my ass. His tongue runs along my jawline.
It’s too much. He’s too much.
And still I want more.
Desperately need more.
He shifts his hips, and I’m stretched even more around him.
“Kaz—” his name comes out a breath and my body rolls into a tsunami sized orgasm.
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t hesitate. He drives harder into me, faster.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come hard. Fuck, I can feel—fuck, you’re so sweet.” His words barely register as the waves get higher, dragging me into a sea I would gladly drown in.
I grab at his shirt tighter, nearly tearing the fabric as he continues to plow into me.
Again and again, he kisses me, until I’m barely aware of the world outside the two of us.
Another thrust, and he freezes. His mouth presses against my ear.
It’s been minutes or maybe seconds—time is irrelevant now—before he pulls back from me.
My face is hot. My skin feels sticky beneath my dress.
He brushes his mouth against mine in a soft, tender kiss.
“Mine,” he whispers.
“Yes.” I nod as he lines our gazes up and smooths the skirt of my dress down around my thighs again.
“Um, where’s the restroom. I need to—”
He cuts off my words with a shake of his head. “No. I don’t want you cleaning me from you. I want you to feel me stick to your thighs for the rest of the day.”
I laugh, thinking he’s joking, but his jaw sets, and I see the fierceness.
He scoops up the bits of my panties from the floor and pockets them.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me to him. “I meant what I said. If you try to run away I will lock you up.”
“I said I won’t leave, but I think you’re causing trouble for yourself that you don’t need. I won’t let Tommy out of my sight now, and if he’s with me, it puts a target on you. My uncle isn’t going to just let this go.”
“Your uncle can do whatever the fuck he wants. He’d be an idiot to get the police involved in any of this. And your cousin has broken the truce we put in place. We can wipe them all out and be justified. Even the old men back home wouldn’t get mad.”
“It seems odd, doesn’t it? They go through all that trouble to get us married, get the truce arranged, only for my cousin to break it within weeks?”
“I don’t pretend to understand the stupidity behind their actions.”
“Well, at least on that we agree.” I find my coat and slide my arms in the sleeves.
He watches me button up, his eyes warm. It’s different than any other look he’s given me so far.
Maybe there’s a chance we won’t spend the rest of our lives hating each other. Maybe things can be normal between us.
“I’ll have Mikhail drive you home. I have a few things to do here.”
“Of course.” I let him open the door for me. Mikhail is there waiting already for me.
“Straight home. No stops.” He tells him while pressing his hand to the small of my back. “Text me when you get home.”
“I will.” As he presses a kiss to my cheek, I add with a whisper, “Sir.”
He growls. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman. Go home and behave.”
I laugh, sliding my hands in my pockets, and follow Mikhail back down the corridor.
A tall brunette woman with ruby red lipstick and sparkling blue eyes passes us, and I can’t help but turn to watch her. She stops at Kaz’ office door and knocks. Only a second passes before the door opens.
Her smile lights the whole damn corridor when she sees him, and she steps inside.
The sound of his door shutting echoes in the hallway.
And in my heart.