Chapter Twenty-Two #2
It’ll crush me if even a small part of her thought I was cold and detached. That I didn’t know how to care or show emotions. A stone-cold bastard.
It will absolutely wreck me.
I care what she thinks.
I swear if I ever find out she thinks I’m unfeeling, even a little, I’ll set myself on fire just so she feels the warmth. I’ll burn every inch of myself so my coldness doesn’t touch her. Harm her.
Still roaming her desire-filled eyes over my abdomen, she steps closer and runs the pads of her fingers up my abs. “I’d give you a hickey too, but you’ll just get it tattooed.”
She isn’t wrong.
Yanking her head back, I arch a brow. “So, you’ve been holding out on me?”
“No.” Her voice is a trembling purr.
I ease my hold in her wet strands. “Do it. Mark me wherever you wish.”
Primal lust darkens her pupils into a deep blue. Running her tongue across the seam of her lips, she drawls, “You’ll need to pick me up.”
I bend and lift her.
Her face dips to my neck over my pulse. Parting her lips, she locks her teeth on my skin and bites down possessively.
“Fuck yes!” Putting pressure on her head, I growl, “Suck harder.”
Moaning, she does.
I don’t care if she draws blood. The deviant part of me wishes she would.
Clutching my biceps, she licks the spot to soothe the ache.
I carry us inside, where it’s warm, and walk to the living room.
Grabbing the thin comforter from the couch, I bundle her in it after removing the towel that fell to her waist. Placing her on the cushion, I get the fireplace running, while her satiated eyes follow me around.
“Want hot cocoa?” I ask her.
“Yes, please.”
I make my way to the kitchen. As I find all the ingredients and get busy, I sense her presence. The sound of the refrigerator door opening prickles my ear. Twisting my head, her round ass fills my sight as she peeks inside the fridge bent over.
“How much food did you have stocked in here, love? We could live here for months without starving.”
“I wanted us to have options.”
“In case we had a storm and got stranded here like couples in the movies? Never thought you’d be such a romantic at heart, Mr. Singhania.”
I simply do the things she enjoys. If that makes me a romantic at heart, maybe I am.
Adding hot water to the mixture of cocoa powder, sugar, and a pinch of salt, I stir it on a medium heat. Over my shoulder, I ask her, “Do you want toppings, baby? I think I saw whipped cream and chocolate chips.”
“Found them!” In an excited voice, she says, “Oh! Strawberries.”
Reducing the heat, I add milk and grab our mugs.
“No Nutella,” Iris mumbles dejectedly.
“Do you need it with hot cocoa?”
“No. With strawberries. It’s a kickass combo and so delicious.”
I hear her wash them in the sink before walking to the counter. Turning the stove off, I join her. Hefting her onto it, I step between her thighs. “I can think of a better combo.”
Her eyes perk up. “Yeah?”
“Mhmm.” I drag my lips along her jaw, her throat, to her collarbone, her flesh riddled with goosebumps. Taking one strawberry from the carton, I fix my gaze on her curious face and reach between her thighs. I dip the fruit in her slit, wetting it in her juices.
Her eyes go huge, a blush traveling to her cheekbones before her mouth forms a wide O in shock. Her thighs clamp together, trapping my wrist as I push the strawberry inside her before raising it to my mouth.
Ocean blue irises flick to my lips as I bite down and eat half of it. Winking, I say, “Fucking scrumptious.”
She swallows, speechless.
I bring the half-eaten strawberry to her lips. “Taste.”
I make her finish it off, watching her turn the same shade as the berry. Grasping her chin, I kiss her hard and deep. “Good girl.”
Turning around, I grab the steaming hot mugs and place them on her right, which finally breaks her out of the haze I put her in.
“Did you… just do that?” she croaks, her fingers curled around the edge of the island.
I resume the same position and cage her in. “If you thought it was a dream, I can do it again.”
My lips tug up when she doesn’t deny me and drops her gaze to my chest. I push aside the threadbare comforter, exposing her to me. Her stomach clenches in excitement when I pick up another strawberry. Before I can even utter my command, she spreads her thighs.
“You’re such a pretty little girl to corrupt.” I glide the strawberry between her soaked folds, tracing it up and down. “Do you want it inside your pussy?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Maybe I should’ve fucked you hard if you’re so eager to have another thing inside you so soon.” I rub around her opening before sliding the narrow part inside. Her walls try to suck it in completely. I stop once it’s halfway in. “Look down.”
She stares at the lewd sight.
With the tip of my thumb, I give her a bit more.
“Kian,” she exhales.
“Push it out.”
“What?”
“Squeeze your cunt until it pops out or else I’ll let it rest there until I’m ready to fuck you again.”
A tremor rocks through her as she weighs her options, reading my face that I’m not helping her. I lean back a little and lift my mug. Taking a sip, I arch an eyebrow at her over the rim. “Your hot chocolate is getting cold, baby.”
Glaring at me, the little brat lifts her hand to pull it out. I snatch it away and trap it on the marble. “Use your pussy or it stays there.”
Panting harshly now, her lashes lower in sweet submission. Biting the inside of her cheek, she inhales sharply, almost sucking in the strawberry completely. My dick hardens watching her struggle. Then, ever so beautifully, she forces it out with a wet pop.
I lick my lips as she slumps against my arm that’s pressing against her back.
“Hopefully, you believe it wasn’t a dream now,” I tease.
Shooting me a fiery look, she primly asks, “May I have my hot cocoa now?”
“You may.”
Then I pop the strawberry into my mouth, turning her crimson all over again.