Chapter Twenty-Seven
Iris
My head feels as heavy as a lead weight. However, it’s the dryness in my throat and my lips that startles me awake.
The bulky arm around my waist tightens as I twist and slowly open my eyes. I recognize Kian’s master bedroom by studying the ceiling.
When did I get here?
Wasn’t I at Bianca’s apartment with her and Rosalie?
“That was yesterday, Rainbow.”
Kian’s groggy and masculine voice sends a shiver down my spine. His face comes into view as he leans on his elbow and stares at me mischievously.
“I’m thirsty,” I murmur, licking my lips. Why does it feel like I haven’t drank water in ages? My memories are pretty fuzzy from yesterday.
Kissing the side of my head, Kian rises to grab me a glass of water from the nightstand.
I sit up, making the sheets drop to my waist. My nipples pucker as cold air caresses my naked upper body. Whoa, I don’t even remember him taking off my clothes.
“Drink,” commands Kian softly.
Taking the glass, I gulp it down greedily. Water has never tasted so good. Passing it back, I sheepishly utter, “How much wine did I drink yesterday?”
Leaning against the headboard, he makes me straddle his thighs. I squirm on his rock-hard cock as it comes to rest right between my folds.
“It’s not wine making you thirsty.” He smirks. “It’s the marijuana.”
“What?” I screech in alarm. “I don’t… We didn’t smoke.”
“It was in the brownies you ordered.”
“They were drugged?” My voice pitches even higher. “But they tasted delicious.”
Kian holds in his laughter at my betrayed expression.
I rack my brain for what happened after we ate it. Wait… me stupidly trying to show him how to fly wasn’t a dream? My jaw drops in embarrassment.
“Did I say I wanted to lick you up in front of my friends?”
“You may have.”
“Oh my god!” I cover my face with my palms. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
“I was busy trying to keep you from unbuttoning my shirt.”
“I can’t believe it.”
Strong fingers curl around my wrists, tugging them down. “Your friends were just as bad, if it makes you feel better.”
“Yeah?” It perks me up. “What did they do?”
“Rosalie kept calling Nova from a battery-dead phone, while Bianca kept climbing up the walls to grab the paintings.”
I imagine them doing that, making a loud laugh rumble out of me. “Okay, that does make me feel better.”
“You also thought you could fly.”
“And back to being mortified.” His deep chuckle rushes over me. “Glad you’re finding this funny.”
“I was warned that the three of you can be chaotic together. I should’ve taken it seriously.”
“We’re not chaotic,” I defend myself and the girls.
“So, lap dances from strippers are a common occurrence for you?”
My eyes widen while a burning sensation crawls up to my cheeks. “Where did you hear that?”
“It is true, then.” Jealousy makes his voice sound sinister.
“It was… was a friendly lap dance.” His eyes narrow into slits. “He was gay!”
“Did he tell you that?”
“Umm…” I switch tactics. “You can’t be mad. I was single then. I won’t take lap dances now.”
Yanking me against his hard chest, he savagely reminds me. “You know very well what I’ll do to the guy if you ever do.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan, turned on by the promise of violence in his tone. He has me deranged. Tilting my chin, I seal my lips to his and lick the seam, craving his tongue. His mouth parts, letting me in and snatching back what little control I had.
“Lift your hips.” Lining his cock up against my entrance, his large hands grab hold of my ass. “Brace yourself.”
One powerful thrust and he fills me up to the brim.
Or so I think.
My head drops to his shoulder as his dick keeps stretching me deeper and deeper until finally his balls press against my ass. His pleased groan as my walls clench around him teases my ear.
I pant, feeling his fingers dip into the crack of my ass as he palms it roughly.
“Nothing’s better than the feeling of being inside you, little siren,” he rasps, grinding his groin against my clit. “The way your cunt stretches and takes all of me. Warm. Tight. Wet. I could stay buried inside you all day long.”
His dirty praise ignites my lust to scorching degrees.
Tugging my head back, he orders, “Fuck yourself on my cock. I’ve been waiting to fill you with my cum since last night.”
“Yes, I need it.” Of all the filthy ways he fucked me, I never got to ride him. I hung onto him while he manhandled and used my holes however he wished. True to his promise, he took my ass when my pussy was too sore. I lost count of how many orgasms he coaxed from my body.
A stinging spank to my ass jolts me out of our time in the cabin.
“Don’t be a cocktease,” he taunts, his hand snaking to my clit and rolling it around with the pad of his thumb. “Ride me.”
Raising my hips, I slam back down, my juices making his entry a bit easier. It feels sublime, the fullness wicked, but the rush that makes my head spin is missing. Biting my lip, I thrust down on him, earning a guttural groan.
I’m still missing the fireworks.
His mouth trails to my breasts, sucking one while his teeth latch onto my nipple. I tangle my fingers in his hair, arching into the wet suction of his lips.
“Kian, I… umm,” I trail off, too shy to ask for what I need.
His lips let go of the peak with a crude pop. “Tell me.”
“I want you on top.”
His gaze goes heavy-lidded. “Why?”
“I like it when you dominate me.” His cock sinks deeper, hitting my cervix as he holds me down on his girth, unable to move.
“And I don’t have to think. I’m at your mercy, while you force me to take your cock as hard as you like.
It’s what I need to come. Use my slutty pussy, sir. Breed me. Please. Please. Please.”
Primal ferocity darkens his features. “Grab my shoulders.”
“Ahh! Kian!” I cry out as he lifts me like a rag doll and brings me down on his shaft.
Bruising my thighs with his fingers, he bounces me up and down his massive cock. I’m nothing but a fuck toy being used for his lust. A hole to fill up and wet his girth. I’m whatever he wants me to be.
His whore.
His slut.
His.
The next minutes are a blur, filled with obscene slapping sounds and our pleasured moans. It’s what triggers my climax. With a loud cry, I let it consume me whole.
“Swallow my cum,” grunts Kian, lodging himself deep. “Every drop, Rainbow.”
His length swells to the point of pain as jet after jet of his hot seed shoots inside my throbbing pussy. Sagging against him, I kiss and suck lightly on his throat. When my eyes flutter open and I raise my head, I notice I’ve given him more than one hickey.
I’m not the least bit apologetic.
Every woman who dares to look or come close to him will know he’s taken.
“I’m yours, baby.”
I freeze, glancing into his beautiful eyes regarding me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Tucking a strand behind my ear, his lips tip up on one side, revealing a dimple. My stomach dips at the sight of it.
“I can read you like a book and I know whenever a possessive thought crosses your mind. Don’t try to bury it. I’m addicted to the feisty side of you.”
I melt into a puddle, loving that he knows me inside and out and is crazy about every side of me.
“I was staring at my marks on you and how I wouldn’t care if every woman saw that and stayed away from you.”
“Why else did you think I had this tattooed?” he rasps, showing his wrist where my teeth imprint is inked.
Stroking it, I bring it to my lips and kiss his wrist. “You’re the best boyfriend, Kian.”
A full-blown smile transforms his rugged face to downright sinful, both his dimples proudly on display. It reaches deep inside me and wraps around my heart in a warm hug. Caressing his scruffy cheek, I trace the edge of his bottom lip, and whisper, “Don’t hide your smiles, Kian. They’re beautiful.”
“I smile, Iris.”
“Only around me.”
“Because only you make me want to smile. I want to belong to you as much as you belong to me. My happiness is yours. All my laughter and smiles are yours. Everything that makes me who I am is all fucking yours. So, don’t try to share me with anyone else, even if you think it’s for my benefit.”
My poor heart.
Every beat is starting to sound like his name.
“You’re feeding into my possessiveness for you, love. It’s already at a scarily high degree.”
“Good.” His fingers curl around my throat, tugging me closer to his tempting lips. “Because it runs both ways.”
His cock fully hard again, he makes love to me.
***
“Does Sonya know we’re back?” I ask Kian as I serve him a piping hot dosa. “She usually comes today around this time.”
“Are you friends with our housekeeper?”
Giddiness spreads through me when he says ours . It happens every time he utters it casually. “I like to think so. She’s sweet.”
“You find everyone sweet, Rainbow.”
“I thought you were an ass when I finally met you.”
His hand pauses in midair. Tilting his head, he sighs. “Am I ever going to be forgiven for that?”
“You’re already forgiven, but it doesn’t mean I can’t tease you from time to time.”
“Brat.”
Poking my tongue at him, I twirl around and skip to the kitchen. Whipping a dosa for myself in under a minute, I join him at the dining table. Scooping four spoons of coconut chutney into the small bowl, I take a bite and hum in satisfaction.
Kian’s thumb swipes across the corner of my lips before he sucks it into his mouth. “You had some there.”
My cheeks pinkening, I focus on my plate. Flirty and playful Kian is my favorite.
“Are you nervous about today?” he asks gently. “We’ll be making our first public appearance as a couple. I don’t want you to get overwhelmed by the media. There’s a chance they’ll be perched outside the building.”
I swallow the bite I was chewing before answering. “I can handle it. I went through it after my engagement with Nathan was announced.”
Finished with his breakfast, he wipes his hands and mouth with a napkin before twisting my way.
Rubbing a soothing hand up my thigh, he murmurs, “They’ll try to get a rise out of you.
You cannot take any of their words to heart.
I’m taking every precaution to keep them away from you. But I want you to be prepared.”
“I’ll stay strong. I know they’ll try to tarnish our relationship, most likely say we had an affair. But I do not care because I know the truth. I only care about the opinion of the people who matter to me.”
The tension dissipates from his broad shoulders. “Never doubted your strength, Rainbow. I hate that you’re put in this position.”
“It’s neither of our faults.”
“At the office, if any of my employees treats you with anything less than respect, directly or indirectly, you will come straight to me and give me their names.”
“Kian…”
His expression turns stern and commanding. “I’m serious. Promise me you will inform me.”
“I promise, love.”
“That’s my girl.”
I eat the rest of my breakfast. Afterward, Kian carries our dishes to the kitchen and puts them in the sink. I stand, walking toward the bathroom to freshen and also grab my purse from the bedroom when my phone rings.
“Would you get that, Kian?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Sure, baby.”
Hurrying down the hall, I do my business and touch up my makeup.
Now that the honeymoon phase is over, I have to focus on the other pressing matters.
I need to touch base with Harshita to see if she’s made any progress on the case.
At the office, I have to look for the investigator Kian hired to stay under the radar while I do my own research.
I’m running over the plan in my head as I walk back to the dining area. Kian is hanging up the phone when I enter the room. “Who was it? Was it my mom?”
“Rainbow.”
“It was her, wasn’t it? We have to meet her for dinner. I was thinking tonight—”
“Iris.”
“What?” My grin drops when I see his grim expression, awash with despair and sympathy. “What is it?”
“It’s your dadu , Iris. He…”
“No!”
“I’m so sorry.”
“No!” I choke out, my knees giving out. Before I can touch the ground, Kian’s by my side and pulling me against his chest. “No! No.”