Chapter 36 #2
She didn’t protest, only gave a small nod, her nervous gaze flicking toward me before retreating toward the bar.
Through the hallway’s small corridor, I caught a glimpse of Josie cutting limes, a mundane contrast to the tension coiling around us.
Once Astoria disappeared, it was just Kaius and me.
The hallway shrank around us instantly. Every sound—the soft scrape of our shoes, our collective breathing, the distant clink of glasses from the bar—was magnified.
I felt exposed in a way I had never felt before.
He hadn’t touched me yet, not beyond the guiding pressure of his hand, but the air seemed charged with something almost physical.
My chest ached in anticipation, every nerve on edge.
“We need to talk,” he said, each word measured, simple, but weighted with something heavier than its syllables.
Kaius stepped closer, and I could feel the heat radiating from him.
“I need to be sure. I need to know you two aren’t hiding something from me.
Vince has had items taken recently from his private collection.
You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Acelynn? ”
“No,” I whispered almost involuntarily, voice trembling despite my best effort.
“So you won’t have a problem proving that to me.” His eyes roamed over my body, scanning slowly, deliberately.
My stomach churned. The thought of being searched, standing completely exposed and at his mercy, should have sent panic surging through me.
And yet, I couldn’t look away. There was something intoxicating in the calculated danger of his gaze, the way he studied me like I was both prey and a puzzle, all at once.
I dropped my eyes, trying to ground myself in the floorboards beneath my feet.
“I understand,” I murmured, voice small, almost lost in the charged silence.
Kaius’s hand returned to the small of my back, guiding me into his office.
The door clicked closed behind us, and the hallway’s dim light was swallowed by the shadows of the room.
He circled me like a hunter assessing prey.
His hand brushed against my shoulder. The contact was brief, ghostlike, yet it sent a shiver shooting down my spine.
Every nerve felt alight, every inch of skin aware, buzzing.
It was a touch that promised both danger and something far more intoxicating.
“Do you think you can hide anything from me?” His voice was low, teasing, sharp, the kind that made my pulse pound so loudly it seemed to echo in my ears.
I could only shake my head. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Every breath I took felt like it might betray me. He moved closer, causing me to hold perfectly still, letting him work, knowing that one wrong move could tilt the balance and change everything.
His hands traced the lines of my back, not violently, but with a meticulousness that left me painfully aware of every inch of myself.
I felt utterly exposed, vulnerable, and yet, I trusted him to the dangerous edge of reason.
The line between fear and desire blurred, shifting like liquid in dim light.
“Strip,” Kaius commanded, and the word fell over me like a lash.
I obeyed, trembling, hands fumbling to lift the loose band tee over my shoulders.
The fabric slipped silently from my fingers to the floor.
My shorts followed in a slow, deliberate motion, leaving me in nothing but a simple black thong.
His eyes devoured me, causing goose bumps to crawl across my skin.
Even though he had seen me before, something about this—the intimacy, the control, the heat—made it different. Dangerous. Thrilling.
“You’ve got nothing,” he murmured, almost to himself, low and resonant. His gaze lingered, studying, drinking me in. “But you were reckless.”
A shaky breath escaped me. My legs trembled under me, though I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or arousal. His eyes darkened, unreadable and intense, pressing into me with palpable heat.
“You’ll stay out of the basement,” he said sharply, voice final, decisive. “Or next time…”
The threat hung unsaid, but I understood perfectly.
The memory of his hand brushing along my back, the quiet cadence of his voice, both commanding and intimate, would linger long after tonight.
I nodded, eyes lowered, acutely aware that he was still watching, measuring, memorizing every movement, every subtle quiver.
Silence stretched, dense, thick, electric.
Then, his fingers lifted my chin, drawing my gaze to meet his.
The heat in his eyes was intense, a flame licking at the edges of my self-control.
His touch ghosted down my front, skimming over skin that burned under the brush of his fingers, before dipping between my legs.
Kaius shifted my panties aside, and without any warning, he shoved two fingers into my already wet pussy.
A gasp escaped me, my back arching into the door as I stepped back into it.
But he didn’t let me get far, following my movements until my spine pressed against the hard surface, eyes rolling back as the rhythm of his fingers intensified.
With his free hand, he lifted one of my legs, changing the angle and finding a spot that had my muscles quivering, heat filling my core with an intensity I couldn’t deny.
A moan slipped past me, helpless and raw, as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.
“You’re never going to go snooping again, are you, kitten?” His voice, hot and low, caused me to shiver.
“No,” I breathed, shaking my head. “I swear I won’t.”
“I’m not sure I believe you.” His chuckle was deep as his thumb moved in perfect rhythm with his fingers over my swollen clit, teasing me mercilessly. He added a third finger, pumping in and out of me rapidly, each stroke bringing me closer to the edge.
“I’m so close,” I gasped, voice strangled, caught between shame and desire.
“Hmm,” he hummed, pulling my face up to meet his. His eyes locked with mine, unrelenting, a grin tracing his lips before he pulled his fingers free, slapping a hand down against my cunt. I jolted, a whimper of disapproval escaping me.
Kaius’s smirk was cruel and knowing as he brought his fingers to his lips, taking his time to taste me, before speaking. “Sorry, kitten. Only good girls get to come. And you have been far from that today.”
Before I could protest, he shifted my leg back to the ground and moved me away from the door before exiting the office. I was left trembling, hot, wound tight, a storm of need and frustration coursing through me. My chest rose and fell rapidly, every muscle alive, every nerve screaming.
Slamming my head back against the door, I groaned out, “Fuck me.”