14. CHAPTER 14
RAIDEN
Stepping out of the bathroom, I pull my towel around my waist as water drips off my body, and the moment I step into my bedroom to dress, I come to a screeching halt, a wide grin stretching across my face as I inhale deeply and take in that unmistakable scent that’s all Kiara.
That feisty little firecracker is in here, and there’s not a fucking doubt in my mind.
I smother a laugh, assuming she’s either under the bed or hidden within the mess otherwise known as my closet.
I can see exactly how this would have played out.
She would have been at home, getting just as suspicious of me as I am of her, and the moment she heard the shower, she would have thought it was her shot to look a little deeper.
Don’t get me wrong, I know she’s already been in here.
I was out cold for thirty-six hours on my bedroom floor, with nothing but my flopped cock to keep me warm.
I’m sure she would have been over here in a heartbeat, trying to figure me out.
But now it’s different. Now she has a reason to really look, and not just for the surface-level shit.
She’s trying to figure out who the fuck I am, just as I want to do the same with her.
Only problem is, she wouldn’t have anticipated just how quick my shower was going to be, and that would have put one hell of a wrench in her grand plan, leaving her only one escape—to hide.
As I walk deeper into my bedroom, I realize there are two ways I can play this. I can either call her on her shit, or I can make this as uncomfortable as humanly possible. And shit, that sounds like an opportunity I couldn’t possibly pass up.
Making my way around my room, my gaze cuts to the shadows along the underside of my bed, and with nothing out of place, I shift my stare to the open closet before discreetly walking by it and determining that she’s not in there either. Leaving only one space in this bedroom for her to hide.
The fucking moving boxes in the corner of the room.
Another grin cuts across my face, and I turn away, knowing that she would have found a way to have eyes on me from within her little box, and I want that sassy spitfire to think that she’s got the upper hand.
After dimming the lights and pulling my curtains closed, I line myself up perfectly with the boxes before losing my towel.
The softest gasp known to humankind hits me right in the ego.
Trying to keep a straight face, I turn on some light music, and with that, I drop down onto my bed, letting out a heavy breath.
Droplets of water still glisten on my chest as I lean back against the headboard, one foot propped up on the mattress while the other remains planted on the floor.
Then, as I feel her heated stare locked on my body like a million lethal lasers, I close my eyes and tip my head back against the headboard before curling my fingers around the base of my hardening cock.
She sucks in a slow breath, the sound barely audible, and if I weren’t specifically listening for it, I wouldn’t have heard it.
My hand slowly begins working up and down my cock, my other reaching down and gently grasping my balls. A soft groan rumbles through my chest as I really start working myself, moving up and down and remembering exactly how it felt when it was Kiara’s tight little cunt working me like that.
My thumb rolls over my sensitive tip, brushing over the small piercing, and another subtle moan slips from between my lips.
I don’t stop, every last stroke solely for her benefit as I keep working myself and putting on the performance of a lifetime, making sure she doesn’t miss a thing. Long, determined strokes that take me right from base to tip, and I can’t help but wonder exactly what’s going through her mind.
Are her pretty thighs clenching? Is she wet for me? Is she desperate to spring out of there like a jack in the box and take me for herself, or will that deadly resolve of hers keep her hidden?
She pants with desperation from within that box, and I take it to the next level as I clutch my cock tighter and let out a deep, rumbly groan. “Fuck, Firecracker.”
The smallest squeak comes from the box, and I don’t know how the fuck I manage to keep the grin off my face. I pick up the pace, driving myself wild with need, just knowing her greedy little stare is locked on me . . .
I suck in a sharp breath, ready to fucking explode.
Resisting the urge to spring off this fucking bed and race to her is killing me.
I’m desperate to bury every inch inside her, to give her everything she needs and more, to taste her, fill her, make her scream my fucking name until she’s coming on my cock.
I don’t stop working myself faster and harder, my muscles constricting as the red-hot pleasure becomes too much to bear, and as a sharp breath escapes my lips, I detonate, shooting hot, powerful spurts of cum against my abs.
“Fuuuuck,” I hiss, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as I come back to earth.
My body relaxes against the headboard, and I release my grasp on my cock before finally making my way back into the bathroom and cleaning myself up, all while I listen to the subtle sound of Kiara’s panting.
I’ve gotta give it to her. I thought she’d crack for sure.
But if she truly is an assassin, then I need to up my game.
Who knows what kind of training she has.
I’m sure what I just put her through was nothing in comparison to what she’s capable of withstanding, but that doesn’t make it any less fun.
But on the off chance that all of this truly is a coincidence and she really is just a travel blogger, then I have seriously underestimated her level of resistance.
And in that case, I haven’t got a clue who I’m up against.
After dressing in a pair of shorts, I grab my phone to start working through any communication I might have missed from my agency, and as I walk out to my living room, I think better of it.
Why not work from my bed tonight? Besides, if Kiara is going to have the balls to sneak into my apartment, then she’s going to suffer in the box for as long as it takes for her to break.
I work for an hour, and as the clock ticks closer to dinnertime, I order something to eat, and before I know it, the delivery driver is buzzing my apartment to get in.
After eating, I catch up on a few episodes of my latest binge watch, and as it creeps closer to midnight, I finally let her off the hook. The TV I left on gives her enough background noise to escape, and I take my ass to sleep, more than impressed with her commitment to the cause.