Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Mila
“As soon as my apartment is done, I’m moving back.
” Tossing my keys onto the entry table, I whirl around and glare at Kash.
What was supposed to be a fun evening for us turned into a nightmare.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed and angry at the same time.
Kash wasn’t behaving that badly, but that woman was over-the-top.
It felt like a tame punishment, but I figured if Kash saw just how much work goes into making things for people from scratch, he would back off a bit and maybe not act so crazed.
It doesn’t matter who is in the kitchen, or who orders from me, I’m always going to have to talk to someone else.
“Okay, it’ll be a bit cramped for us, but I’m sure we can make it work.”
“No. I’m moving back to be by myself. I wanted one night out, maybe try something new, and you promised to behave.”
“First, I did behave.” Mostly. “Second, Atlas was making fun of my doughy ball; plus, that woman was mean.” Kash huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, a dark look marring his face. “And third, there was no way in hell you or Cora was going to work with some other guy.”
“You are seriously deranged. Did you know that?”
“Of course I do.” He stalks toward me, his steps slow but purposeful.
“I knew from the moment I met you that I would keep everyone else away, no matter the cost or what I would have to do. You have no idea the things I’ve imagined doing to people I see looking at you.
If you think I’m deranged like this, be glad you can’t read my mind. ”
For every step he takes, I take one back. “I can’t let anything happen to you, Mila. You have no idea what it would do to me to lose you.”
Softening at his words, I stop. I’m still mad at him, embarrassed really, but sometimes I forget that Kash didn’t grow up like I did.
His dad was taken from him and his mom just left.
I think he’s either waiting for something to happen to me, or for someone to try and take me away.
“Kash, nothing is going to happen to me.”
“You don’t know that.” Kash tugs me into an embrace, tucking me tightly against his chest, and his arms wrap around me in a giant hug.
Sliding my arms around his waist, I rest my head against him, trying to let go of my frustration and anger.
I need to know that I can rely on him to be reasonable and open.
“We can’t function like this, Casanova.”
Kissing the top of my head, Kash pulls back to meet my gaze. “I’m sorry I upset you, Sunshine. It wasn’t my intention, but that woman hated me from the start.”
“I want to do couple things with you, but not if this is how it’s going to go.”
“We can do all the couple things you want, my sweet Sunshine. In fact, let me make it up to you. Let me show you how sorry I am.” Kash grabs me around the waist and then suddenly I’m airborne.
“Put me down, you lunatic!” Smacking at his back, I try to move myself upright, but his palm lands against my backside. “Ow!”
“Stop struggling and I won’t have to spank you. Or keep struggling and I’ll tie you up and have you at my mercy again. Actually, do the second one.”
Rolling my eyes, I reach down and smack his butt, hard. Kash freezes his steps and slides me down his body. I swear I can feel every muscle move as he lowers me back to my feet, his intense gaze never leaving mine. “Did you just spank me, baby?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I tilt my chin up, meeting his gaze and throwing his own words back at him, “Damn right I did. Maybe you’ll stop being such a brat.”
Kash throws his head back and laughs loudly. Grabbing my chin, he holds it between his thumb and finger. “You going to teach me a lesson, Mila? My sweet, sunshine girl wants to correct my behavior, does she?”
Opening the door to his bedroom—well, our bedroom—Kash steps aside and holds it for me to pass. “After you. Princess.”
Heat pools in my stomach and I know I shouldn’t feed into this, but I can’t help it. Kash is always so in control when we’re intimate. The way he moves my body around, situating me how he wants… it’s sexy as hell, but now I get to return the favor. For once, I’m going to call the shots.
Following me into the bedroom, Kash leans against the doorway. “It’s your call, Sunshine. I’ll take anything you deem appropriate as a punishment for my behavior.”
“Because you’re sorry?”
“Hell no.” He shakes his head. “I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat, but maybe this will make me think about my actions. Maybe.”
Yeah. Not likely, but I’m willing to play along.
Kash thrives on control and giving me instructions.
I love his possessive side, and the way he can never stop touching me.
Quickly undoing my hair, I let the strands fall loosely around my shoulders.
Kash doesn’t say anything; he just watches my movements.
Peeling my shirt from my head, I toss it to the side and unbutton my pants. Kash moves forward and I put my hand up to stop him. “Nuh-uh,” I tut. “I didn’t tell you to move yet.”
Sliding my pants down, I quickly discard them as well. I watch Kash’s tense expression. His hands are clenched into fists at his side, like he’s restraining himself from touching me, like he needs to touch me but knows he can’t. Yet.
I take my time moving back to the bed. Once I’m situated, I slide my hands over my body. I’m hot all over, and even though I’m angry at him, I’m still aroused as hell.
Kash stands quietly, waiting for my command. “Strip for me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He quickly tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it directly at me.
Holding it up to my face, I feel the warmth of the material, his scent hitting me full force.
Desire fills my veins, wetness flooding my panties.
The heated look he sends my way gives me the courage to keep going.
Shy Mila is gone, and in her place is a monster that he created.
Dropping his shirt, I gesture with my hands, then lean back. “Don’t forget your pants, Casanova.”
Wordlessly, Kash unbuttons his jeans and tugs them down his legs.
When that damn thigh tattoo pops out, I almost say screw it and let him do what he wants instead, but I think he needs this too.
Kash wants to see what I’m capable of. I’m not worried about him being bored of me anymore; I’m more worried I won’t ever be able to hold out.
As he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, I hold my hand up. “Not yet.”
Quirking a brow, he doesn’t say anything but listens.
Moving my hands, I start at my hair, then slide them down my neck to my chest. Stopping at my breasts, I squeeze them through the lacy cups.
A soft moan escapes me as I arch into my touch.
Kash doesn’t miss the movement as his eyes flick down, then back to my face.
My nipples press against my bra, silently demanding my attention next.
I run my thumb across them, stopping to pinch them into stiff peaks.
Kash’s eyes remain completely focused on me. They’re dark and dangerous, like he could snap at any moment. Unclasping my bra, I quickly pull it away and let the cool air caress my skin. My nipples pucker, and I take a moment to run my hand under my breast, cupping it, tugging on the nipple.
“Does that feel good, baby? Pinch them a little harder. I know you can take it, Sweet Girl.”
It does feel good, but I’m moving at my own pace.
Smirking at Kash, I continue my exploration down my stomach until I reach the top of my panties.
They’re soaked; I can feel my arousal coating my legs, no doubt leaving a visible wet spot, my body begging me for more.
I’m dying for his touch, but he deserves a bit of torture.
Squeezing my thighs together for friction, Kash dips his head back and groans. “Fuck, Mila. You’re killing me.”
His erection is straining against his dark boxers, demanding to be set free. His hand reaches down to relieve some tension, but I stop him. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself. Now kneel.”
Tilting his head, Kash looks at me, his expression full of heat and promise.
He has no idea what he did by giving me this.
I’ve always been the shy girl, the one who would rather stay in the back or let someone else take the spotlight, but not right now.
Now I have a sexy, tattooed man in front of me, hanging on my every word.
Dropping to his knees in front of me, his hands at his sides, Kash tips his chin in my direction. “Can I touch you, Mila? Can I taste you?”
Shaking my head, I slide my hand into my panties and begin to stroke myself. I drop my head back and give in to the pleasure coursing through me. Kash is kneeling in front of me, eyes trained on my movements as I stroke my pussy while he sits helplessly. It makes me feel bold. Powerful. Desired.
Adding a finger to my clit, I lift my hips. “Take my panties off,” I demand.
Kash quickly grabs my hip, bunching the fabric in his fist and yanking it forcefully. The fabric tears, and if I weren’t so turned on right now, I’d probably be mad, but I don’t care. As he pulls the scraps away, he presses it to his face and inhales my scent.
“Fuck, Mila. You smell so fucking good. Let me taste you. Please.”
Moving my hand in quick circles, I don’t answer him at first. I’ve found a good rhythm and as I rub my clit, I add a finger into my pussy. I don’t think I've ever been so turned on. Kash doesn’t look away; instead, he watches me finger-fuck myself, as he waits for my next instructions.
“You look so fucking perfect like that. Your pretty little pussy stretching out around your fingers. Getting it ready to take my cock. You want that, don’t you? It’s practically begging for me to fill it.”
Closing my eyes, I give in and just get lost in the moment. I run my free hand back up to my chest, spreading my legs wider so Kash can see everything. Tweaking my nipple with one hand, I insert a second finger and moan loudly. My orgasm is quickly building, but I want more.
Opening my eyes, I find Kash has moved his hands to either side of my knees on the bed, waiting. He’s breathing heavily, poised and ready for me to give him the green light to touch me. I can feel the heat of his gaze and hands, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Pulling my fingers from my body, I hold out my hand to him. “Would you like a taste?”
“Fuck,” he groans. Leaning forward, Kash immediately grabs my hand, drawing my fingers in his mouth and sucking. The sensation sends a bolt of lust straight through my body. His tongue wraps around each finger, tasting my skin and cleaning up the mess I've made.
Releasing my fingers with a pop, Kash hums. “I need more than that, Sweet Girl. I want it from the source. Feed me that pussy.” Scooting closer, Kash dips his head and inhales deeply. He lays his hands on my knees, his eyes alternating between my face and body. “I’m begging you, please.”
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
“I have. I swear to you, I have. Please let me touch you, Mila. Please.” His voice cracks on the last part.
I’ll probably come the moment he touches me, but I need him too much to keep going. “Show me how sorry you are, Casanova.”