Chapter Nine
Iris
The emptiness on Kian’s side of the bed stirs me awake.
Sitting up, I notice it’s still dark out and check the time on my phone. It’s two in the morning. Not hearing any sound coming from the bathroom, I throw the covers off and slip out of bed. From the walk-in closet, I snatch one of his shirts and put it on before going in search of him.
There’s no sign of him downstairs, so I trudge upstairs.
He must be in his office.
I have a feeling I know what he’s doing in there.
When I peer through the ajar door, I’m proven right.
Sitting on the chair in front of the large mahogany desk, shirtless and wearing sweatpants with his black glasses on, he reads his mother’s diary.
A soft pang hits my chest at the sight.
I back away, not wanting to disturb him. His head lifts, dark gaze clashing with mine. I hover in the doorway. “Hey.”
Skating his eyes over my figure encased in his shirt, his expression softens. Twisting his chair in my direction, he wordlessly commands me to come closer.
Goosebumps erupt on my flesh that he’s not pushing me away.
I love that he can’t resist the pull between us.
Our eyes stay locked as I cross the room to him. Closing the diary, his large hands span my hips and pull until I’m straddling his lap. Rubbing my palms over his abs and up to my name on his pecs, I murmur, “How long have you been up?”
“A while.”
“Are you okay?”
Leaning his head against the chair, he sighs. “Do you truly believe she didn’t want to abandon me?”
“Yes.” I’ve read those entries so many times that I know each word by heart. I could feel her pain as though she were telling me in person. She poured every emotion she felt into those pages. “Once you finish reading, you’ll know.”
A muscle grinds in his jaw. “Half of me wants to read it. The other half wants to burn it into ashes. She talks about him like he’s a saint. He was married, for fuck’s sake. How could she have fallen for his lies? The signs he was manipulating her were there.”
“Because the heart wants to believe what it wants.”
“I don’t know if I want to read the rest.”
“Then don’t.” Cupping the side of his neck, I remind him, “There’s no rush. If you wish to destroy it, that’s okay too. It can all be in the past. Whatever brings you peace, do that, love.”
Absently running his hands back and forth on my thighs, he falls deep in thought. I wonder if I made a mistake in telling him about his mother and the diary. I flayed open his old wounds. I have no idea how he must be feeling.
His mother could be anywhere in the world.
Has she been keeping tabs on him? Does she want to reach out but is scared to do so? Or did her anguish and fury fizzle out over the years? Perhaps she moved on with a new family.
Nevertheless, the need for vengeance that came alive in her last entry is imprinted in my head.
You, Rakesh, must think you’ve gotten rid of me.
But I’m going to come back to haunt you. One day, the precious leverage you have over me, it won’t always be under your control. I’ll come back and make you pay for your sins.
Karma is me.
And I will. Get. You.
She had to have been talking about Kian. She must know the man he’s become, the man who is no longer under his father’s thumb. Why hasn’t she approached him now that they can both take a stand against Rakesh?
So many possibilities.
So many questions.
The answer to them all is with her.
The optimistic part of me can’t help but fill with hope that they’ll find their way back to each other. Kian deserves to have at least one parent who loves him unconditionally.
However, the choice lies in Kian’s hands. I will support whatever he decides to do.
High tension emanates from him in the moment. His rugged face, all sharp angles and square jaw, is strained because of the dark thoughts swirling inside his head.
I hate seeing him like this. I know I’m partly to blame.
Both of us dropped too many bombs on each other.
We need to forget about them for a while before we decide on how to diffuse them. Aware of our half-naked bodies, my mind plays out filthy scenarios of distracting and easing his stress.
I’m his woman.
It’s my job to satisfy his needs, especially when he’s stressed.
My body comes alive at the notion.
Shifting on his thick and muscular thighs, I trail my hands down to his shoulders and curl my fingers around them. “Kian?”
The rasp in my tone draws his attention to my mouth, before traveling to my gaze. Even from behind his sexy black-rimmed glasses, the rare gray color of his eyes is fierce and magnetic.
No matter how many times I look at them, they will always make me shy at first glance. The shyness slowly melts into desire, pushing me to inch closer to his face. Brushing my lips over his, I let the lust consume me whole. “I want to take care of you.”
“Take care of me?” His hand snakes up to curve around the back of my neck. “How?”
My gaze lowers to the top of his chest under the intensity of his stare. Heat rising to my face, I reply, “With my mouth.”
“Yeah?” He hums, dark and taunting. “Where are you going to put it, Rainbow?”
“Your cock.” I swallow before shamelessly uttering, “I want to suck you off and bring you pleasure.”
“Do you think you can fit all of me in your mouth?”
“I want to try, sir.”
His fingers tighten around my neck as he gutturally says, “Remember what I said the last time you asked to suck my dick?”
Of course I do.
It was the day we got our tattoos.
My arms tingle at his roughly spoken fantasy when I begged for his cock in my mouth. Staring up at him under my lashes, I answer, “I do.”
“Do you think you can handle me pounding your virgin throat with your hands tied behind your back?” His huge cock is fully engorged beneath my ass.
I brazenly squirm against it, loving how it swells and throbs.
Twisting my arms at the small of my back and holding me immobile, he growls, “Is that what you’re craving, baby? ”
“Yes… Yes.”
Whipping his shirt off my body until every inch of me is on display, he kisses me aggressively. His tongue distracts me as he tangles it around mine and sucks. Somewhere, I hear a drawer opening. A second later, something silky locks around my wrists and tightens, fastening them together.
When his mouth rips from mine, I don’t even get a chance to see what he tied me with before he’s picking me up and laying me flat on his desk.
Back bowed, my face slightly dangling off the edge, he rounds to stand over my head. The desk puts his groin at the perfect height to reach my lips. Bending over, he grips my cheeks, forcing my lips into an O.
I moan when he spits inside.
Watching my throat eagerly swallow it down, he taunts, “You love it when I treat you filthy, don’t you?”
Another load lands on my tongue.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache. It becomes unbearable the second he pushes down his sweats, revealing his monstrous erection. The thick veins running along his shaft and curving into an angry purple crown.
My mouth waters as I watch his fingers curl around and stroke roughly.
He keeps up the torture, not giving me a taste.
“Please, sir,” I beg. “Take me.”
Caressing the column of my neck, he hums, “I’d have you kneeling on the floor and sucking my dick if you weren’t so petite. But this is good too. Wanna know why?”
“Why?”
“Because not only am I going to bang your mouth,” his hand trails lower and tweaks my nipples, “I’m going to fuck your tits too.”
My gasp turns into a choke as he shoves the broad crown into my mouth without warning.
“Breathe through your nose,” he commands. “Now suck.”
Rolling my tongue around, I suckle on the head, loving the velvety skin. I arch my back, trying to take him deeper, but he withdraws. Fisting my hair near my scalp to hold me immobile, he paints my entire face with my saliva mixed with his precum lingering on his length.
My cheeks, my lips, my jaw, my temples.
Everywhere.
Because underneath the silent and brooding mask he wears lies a depraved animal, who loves defiling and degrading me like a whore.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I obey dutifully, earning his spit.
Before I can swallow, he thrusts his cock and doesn’t stop till the head is inside. My lips are stretched wide to accommodate his huge girth. He’s barely crammed a few inches before the choking sensation attacks me.
Tapping my right cheek, he grunts, “Relax and breathe for me, baby.”
Seeing pleasure swarm his face, I slowly inhale through my nose and focus on the feel of his cock. The warmth. The taste. The ridges and the veins. I memorize every inch of him. Taking extra notice of what makes him pulse on my tongue every time I suck or lick.
Pulling out, he lazily thrusts back in.
I crave to touch him, needing the connection.
Bound and at his mercy, I can only take what he gives.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, watching his cock disappear in my mouth. “Taking my dick like you were born to.” Tilting my head farther, he pushes deeper instead of pulling back. “Take more. I wanna see how much you can fit before you’re choking and crying for mercy.”
The dark threat hardens my nipples.
Weaving both hands through my hair, he presses forward, forcing my cheeks to hollow out. Not even my teeth could deter him as he fills me with his shaft. Angling my head back, he plunges another inch, finally choking me.
Yet, he’s only halfway in.
“Fuck. Such a hot and lush mouth.” Caressing my throat, he huskily says, “Right here is where I want my cock. Do you want that, my cock slut?”
Impaled on him, I whimper and nod.
Backing out, allowing me one gulp of air, he shoves inside again.
Again. And again. Wet smacking noises fill the air as he uses my mouth.
Tugging my head over the edge, he slams deeper.
Tears of suffocation leak from my eyes as his dick buries to the back of my throat, his balls smashing against my face.
I can’t see his face, but I hear his masculine groan.
“Filthy.” Grind . “Little.” Grind . “Slut.” Grind .
Seconds before my vision can blacken, he pulls out. I cough and pant. Spit and tears cake my cheeks, lingering on my eyelashes. I’m an utter mess, yet I’ve never felt more alive and coveted.
Fingers brush my hair away, drawing my attention upward. Kian’s lustful yet adoring eyes peer down at me.
Licking my lips, I utter a single word. “More.”
Yanking my head back, he bottoms out again. I moan around him, my pussy weeping in joy with each brutal thrust. I choke every time he fills me to the brim and holds still.
He stays there until I violently fight him, becoming lightheaded.
“Beautiful,” he whispers after allowing me to breathe. “You take me so well.”
His palm rests on my throat, feeling himself fucking my mouth.
Leaning over my writhing body, he wrenches my thighs apart and spanks my pussy. Slipping two fingers inside my drenched panties, he strokes my slit, chuckling, “Fucking dripping.”
Smacking me once more, he trails his hand back up. Freeing himself from my lips with a lewd pop, he fists his length and presses the heavy set of his balls against my mouth. “Taste.”
Greedy for every part of him, I lap up at his sack with my tongue while he jerks his shaft. This part of him feels nothing like his cock. It’s softer as I swallow one in my mouth and suck lightly.
Kian groans. “Yes.”
Slapping his girth against my cheek, he backs away.
“No, please,” I whine, desperate and slutty.
“You take what I give you, Iris.”
I cry out in pleasure after he bends and sucks my nipple. Humming around the tip, his tongue licks every inch until my breast glistens with his saliva.
“Ooohh,” I moan, as he moves to my other breast and nips harshly. Flicking the tip, he hardens it even more. Licking and sucking until it’s wet and swollen, he lifts his head.
Admiring his handiwork, his palms smack them on the sides, making them bounce crudely. “Do you want me to tit fuck you, dirty girl?”
“Yes, please, sir.”
“It’s not like you can stop me,” he taunts, pumping his glistening shaft. “Tied up, you’re nothing but a fuck doll meant to serve me.”
Circling my vulnerable body as I writhe uncomfortably on the table, he stops before my feet. Bending my knees, he widens them until my core is on display. Staring between my thighs, he licks between his teeth with a primal look behind those glasses.
I fight the urge to close my legs, even though he’s more than seen my pussy countless times. Before I can act on it, he carefully flips me over. Jerking the silk fabric off my wrists, I’m turned over again.
Kian looks ravenous as he takes perch behind my head. Feeding me his dick after I part my lips, he leans over and lubes my tits with his spit. I hum around him, feeling his hands spread the wetness around and twisting my nipples.
“Push them together.”
Cupping my breasts, slippery and aching, I do as he orders.
Placing one hand next to me, he uses the other to slide his huge cock out of my mouth and in the small space between my breasts. Heat travels to my face at the sensation of his velvety skin. Both of us groan in sync.
I lick along his underside as he backs out to the tip.
Pinching one nipple, he slams forward.
“Kian!” I hiss when he keeps twisting the sore peak. The bite of pain making me buck. “Oh god!”
“Fuck! I want to dirty every sinful inch of you.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Slapping my hands away, he grips my breasts himself and fucks them harder. I reach up and cup his ass, digging my nails in when my pussy clenches in need.
“You like my cock between your tits, little whore?”
“Ahhh! Yes. I love it.”
“Are you going to take care of me like this every night?” he says in a thick voice. “Letting me ravage your mouth? Your tits? Your ass?” Spanking my sex, he taunts, “Your cunt?”
“I will. All night long, if you ask me to.”
His length throbs. “Such a good girl.”
“Only for you.”
Thrust. “Mine.”
Sliding his cock free, he drags me backward until my head is dangling off the edge. I curl my fingers around the side of the desk, feeling his fingers fist my hair.
“Open your mouth,” he grunts. “Wider.”
He drives his entire cock inside, starting to brutally deep throat me. I hold on for dear life as he uses my mouth like a hole meant to serve him. The savagery in his thrusts reminds me of a beast let loose from a cage.
My cries mean nothing as he pumps and pumps.
“Can’t get enough of this mouth,” he barks from above me. “This is nothing compared to how hard I’m going to pound your pussy, Iris. You’re going to be feeling me for weeks.”
Garbled noises spill from me.
I shudder and squirm helplessly.
“Fuck! Fuck. Fuckkk!” One deep shove to the hilt, and his dick jerks, spurting a thick jet of liquid down my neck. “Swallow it all.”
His trimmed hair at the base tickles my nose as I try my best to obey him. His cock keeps shooting cum until I can’t stop drinking it down.
When he finally slips out, I’m boneless.
No sooner does he lift me upright, I pass out from all the blood rushing back to my head.