37. Kayla
Islam the front door shut behind me. Whirling around, I advance on Jace while raising a finger in the air.
“That,” I say, stalking towards him, “was so fucking hot.”
Jace leans back, half sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, and crosses his ankles. His brown eyes glitter and a smirk plays over his lips as he watches me. “You thought so, huh?”
“Yes.” I stop barely half a stride away. So close that I can feel the heat from his body. Tilting my head back, I lock eyes with him and raise my eyebrows pointedly. “Though next time, maybe be a little more discreet when we’re sitting right opposite Aurora, Jenn, and Lionel.”
Amusement pulls at his lips, and he arches an eyebrow as well. “You’re the one who literally told them that we were heading home so that you could fuck my brains out.”
Heat washes through me. Not embarrassment. Just pure fire that licks through my veins and makes me feel invincible. This past week since Jace and I decided to admit how we really feel about each other has been the most exhilarating week of my life. Yes, Jace still watches over me as a bodyguard, but it’s a choice now. He’s close because I want him close. And fucking hell, I want him more than close. All the time.
“Yes, well,” I reply, holding his gaze while that fire pools inside me. “How else was I supposed to react? When you called me a good girl.”
Drawing his hand up my throat, he takes a firm grip on my jaw and tilts my head farther back. His eyes gleam as he leans closer. “You like that, huh?”
He brushes his lips over mine.
My spine tingles.
“Maybe I will call you that again,” he breathes against my mouth.
A shudder of pleasure rolls through me, and I try to lean forward and claim his lips, but his grip on my jaw keeps me firmly in place. He smiles against my mouth, teasing his lips over mine again without actually kissing me.
“Take off my shirt,” he says.
My clit throbs at the command in his voice. Lifting my hands, I draw my fingers along the top of his pants, gently brushing his bare skin.
I’m immediately rewarded by a shudder rolling through his body.
I grin against his mouth.
“The things I will do to you,” he whispers against my lips, his hand still wrapped around my jaw.
With that wicked smirk still on my mouth, I slip my hands underneath the fabric of his white t-shirt and start slowly pushing it up his stomach. The feeling of his sharp abs underneath my palms makes my thighs clench.
I take my time drawing my hands over his lethal body, caressing every sharp ridge and tracing every curve, until another shudder of pleasure rolls through him.
“Oh, you truly are a little demon,” he murmurs against my lips.
Pulling me closer, he claims my mouth with a hard kiss. Then he releases my jaw and instead grabs the hem of his shirt, which is now bunched around his chest. With a firm yank, he pulls it over his head and tosses it down on the floor next to us.
My gaze immediately rakes over his bare chest. Need sears through me as I run my eyes over his muscular frame. Fuck, he really is gorgeous.
“Your turn,” he says, his voice full of wicked promises.
I drag my gaze up to his perfect face and find him watching me with a sly smile on his lips.
“Take off your shirt,” he orders. “And back up a few steps. I want a good view.”
A jolt shoots through me. I’m still not used to people giving me orders like this, but fuck I do love it when it comes from Jace. With heat flickering in my belly, I follow his commands and take a few steps back so that he can see me properly. Then I reach for the buttons on my shirt.
Jace’s cock is already straining against his pants before I have even unbuttoned the first one.
I flash him a grin as I move on to the next one. Taking my sweet time, I carefully unbutton each one. Jace narrows his eyes at me, the promise of vengeance dancing in them.
Once I’ve finished with all the buttons, I draw my hands up my body and towards my shoulders. Jace clenches the edge of the table that he is still leaning against when I trace the curve of my breasts. Hunger burns in his eyes as he watches me.
Pushing the shirt off my shoulders, I let it flutter to the floor behind me.
Jace draws in a long breath as if to steady himself. It just makes me grin wider.
“Your jeans too,” he says.
There is still unflinching command in his voice, but it’s also rough and laced with need now. God, I love seeing how much I affect him.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I undo the button on my jeans and then slide the zipper down. His fingers tighten around the edge of the table. I slip my hands underneath the fabric of my jeans and start pushing them down. Slowly. Ever so slowly.
Jace draws in another long breath through his nose, his hands gripping the table so hard I swear I can hear the wood crack.
I flash him a devilish smile. Then I guide my pants over my ass and down my legs. Once both my pants and socks are off, I straighten again in only my underwear.
Fire burns in Jace’s eyes as he drinks in the sight of me in nothing but lingerie. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. His massive cock is straining so hard against his pants that it must surely be painful.
With his fingers still gripping the edge of the table, he drags his gaze up to my face again. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I gasp at the breathless tone of his voice and the sheer desperation and amazement in his eyes as he stares at me.
“Take off your underwear,” Jace suddenly orders, his voice rough. “You have five seconds.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Or what?”
His eyes glint with delicious threats and wicked promises. “Are you sure you want to find out, little demon?”
A dark thrill rolls down my spine.
“One,” he says.
I quickly strip out of my remaining clothes.
He lets out a low chuckle of approval as my panties and bra hit the floor.
Every nerve in my body feels like it’s crackling with electricity as he takes his time studying every inch of my now completely naked body. His gaze is so intense that I don’t know whether I want to cover myself up to prevent him from burning holes through my very soul or if I want to stride over to him and yank his own pants off before I shove him down on the table and fuck his brains out.
“Get down on your knees.”
The command pulses through the air. I draw in a sharp breath at the sheer power dripping from his voice. Shifting my weight, I press my thighs together as my clit throbs.
Jace smirks at me. “I said, on your knees.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I slowly lower myself to my knees on the floor. Jace remains where he is, leaning against the table with his ankles crossed and his fingers curled around the edge. But his eyes track my every move, study my every curve, as I kneel there on the floor a few strides away.
“Now, crawl to me.”
I blink, my eyes widening in surprise.
His voice drops lower, darker, as he stares me down. “Do not make me tell you again.”
My pulse thrums and anticipation curls around my spine. Fuck, I never thought I would be doing something like this. Ever. But I’m so turned on right now that I can barely breathe.
Bending over, I place my palms on the smooth hardwood floor.
And then I crawl.
Desire burns in Jace’s eyes as he watches me crawl towards him on my hands and knees. Releasing the edge of the table, he straightens and widens his stance. I crawl until I reach him. Then I stop, kneeling right before his feet.
Tilting my head back, I meet his commanding stare. Power rolls off his broad shoulders and pulses from his muscular body as he towers over me.
My heart is slamming against my ribs and my pussy is throbbing with need. If he doesn’t start touching me soon, I’m going to shatter.
“Take off my belt,” he orders.
I reach up and wrap my fingers around his leather belt. Satisfaction blows across his handsome features as I fumble while trying to quickly unbuckle it. Faint metallic clinking fills the air as I finally get it open. Then I pull on one side, sliding it out of the belt loops.
Once it’s out, I get ready to place it on the floor. But Jace stops me with a single sentence.
“Offer it to me.”
Surprise flits through me. I glance between the leather belt and his face. “What are you going to do with it?”
He only answers with a villainous smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
I shift my weight as the throbbing in my clit gets even more intense. The orders, the dominance pulsing from his entire being, the power difference between us right now, the sheer thrill of not knowing what he is going to do next, it has made me so high-strung and turned on that I can barely stop myself from squirming on the floor.
While pressing my thighs together, I hold up the belt with both hands, offering it to him.
A sly smile full of satisfaction curls his lips. “Good girl.”
Pleasure streaks through me like lightning and a shudder racks my frame.
Jace closes his hand around the belt and lifts it from my palms. “Now, take out my cock.”
My heart is thundering so hard in my chest that I can barely hear anything over the loud pounding. I shift my weight again, trying to relieve the ache between my legs.
Moving my hands to the front of his pants, I quickly undo the button and slide the zipper down. Then I push the fabric aside and slip my hand into his underwear.
A low moan escapes from both my throat and his as I close my hand around his cock. I free it from his underwear and draw my hand along the hard length.
Another moan and a shudder rip from him.
He slides the belt around my neck and then slips it through the buckle before pulling it tight. The leather is pressing against my skin where it encircles my throat. Jace winds the other end around his hand two times. My core throbs at the utter dominance in that move.
His eyes dance with wicked delight as he levels a commanding stare on me. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasp out, my whole body already thrumming with anticipation. I slide my hand up and down his cock again while a devilish smile spreads across my lips. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name.”
Sparks flicker in his eyes. But all he says is, “Yes, what?”
I narrow my eyes at him.
He holds my stare. Waiting. Daring me to disobey his final order.
“Yes, sir.”
Satisfaction pulses across his face, and he smiles. Using the belt around my neck, he pulls me to my feet and presses his lips against mine.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” he murmurs against my lips between hard, possessive kisses.
While kissing him back with equal furious passion, I draw my hand up and down his cock again. He moans into my mouth. I laugh against his lips.
He answers by spinning me around so that I’m facing the table instead. In one terrifyingly smooth and efficient move, he bends me over the table, widens my stance, and tightens his grip on the belt still around my neck.
My heart is slamming so hard against my ribs that I swear I can hear it through the table. Lightning crackles through me as Jace’s cock brushes over my ass when he steps up behind me. His free hand lands on my hip.
I press my forehead against the smooth tabletop as Jace traces the curve of my hip before slipping it down between my body and the edge of the table. A gasp rips from my lungs as he draws his fingers over my pussy.
“So wet already,” he muses.
But I can hardly concentrate on his words because he rolls my already throbbing clit between his fingers with such precision that black spots dance before my eyes. I clench my hands into fists and moan into the table.
“Do you like it when I boss you around?” he demands.
Lights flicker in my brain, and I squirm against the table as he toys with my clit. Fuck, I can’t even remember how my lungs are supposed to work. Am I even breathing?
He pulls on the belt, making me raise my head from the table and tilt it backwards. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I manage to gasp.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s right.”
He keeps me like that, bent over the table and my neck craned, while he continues playing with my clit until I’m whimpering. Pleasure thrums inside me like a storm.
But just before I can reach the edge of release, he abruptly pulls his hand back and instead gives my ass a firm slap.
I gasp. Both pleasure and pain flicker through me, driving my already high-strung body insane.
“Get up on your toes for me, little demon,” Jace orders.
I comply, immediately rising up on my toes to give him better access. A moan spills from my lips as he draws his hard cock through my wetness. He does it again.
“Please,” I beg.
The teasing is unbearable. Tension is still pulsing through my soul with no release. It feels as if I’m coming apart at the seams. I need him. I need him to fuck me already.
Another whimper slips out of me as he tortures me again. “Please, sir.”
His free hand wraps around my hip.
Then he slams his cock into me.
I gasp at the feeling of him finally inside me. He winds the belt around his hand again, tightening my leash and forcing me to keep my back arched and my head tilted back like that. Then he slowly draws out. And then thrusts in again.
A moan tears from deep inside me at the incredible friction it creates.
I brace my palms on the smooth tabletop as Jace starts up a savage pace.
Pleasure shoots up my spine with every thrust of his hips.
My pussy throbs with need. When I’m bent over the table with his belt around my neck like this, all I can do is to once more just take whatever he gives me. And I’ve come to realize that I fucking love it. I love it when he dominates me. I love feeling his massive body pressing against mine and knowing that he can do whatever he wants to me. Because I know that Jace will never abuse the power that I’m giving him. He will only ever use it to make my body tremble with pleasure.
Tension builds inside me like a cresting wave as Jace slams into me hard enough to make the table grate against the floor. I suck in short, shallow breaths as electricity flickers through my veins with every thrust. The thrumming tension keeps mounting. I clench and unclench my hands as the insane friction brings me closer and closer to the edge. Light dances before my eyes. My body practically vibrates with tension.
His cock hits the perfect spot deep inside me.
Again.
And again.
Lightning flashes before my eyes, frying my brain and turning me into a moaning, whimpering mess. The pulsing tension inside me is so intense that I can barely see straight. I gasp air into my lungs as Jace slams into me.
“Come for me, little demon,” he commands.
Release explodes through me.
A breathless cry rips from my lungs as pleasure shoots through my every vein. I throw out an arm and grip the edge of the table hard as the orgasm crashes through my body with enough force to make my legs shake. White light flashes before my eyes as Jace continues fucking me through the pulses of pleasure.
My inner walls flutter around his cock as he pounds into me with such possessiveness and dominance that I feel as if my mind is floating in the clouds.
His cock pulses inside me and a desperate groan tears from his lungs as release crashes into him as well.
Bent over the table, my chest heaving and my heart slamming against my ribs, I try to remember how I, just a few months ago, could possibly have thought that my life was complete without this. Without him.
God, there is no one who makes me feel as complete as Jace Hunter. No one who makes me feel as strong and smart and beautiful. No one who challenges me as much as he does. No one who sees all of me, even the broken and weak sides, and still looks at me as if I’m the most perfect thing this universe has ever created.
When the last waves of the orgasm have faded, I don’t feel exhausted. I don’t feel spent. I feel like I’m bursting with fire.
Pushing up from the table, I turn to face the man who barreled his way into my life with his ridiculous jokes and unshakable confidence, and who has somehow managed to make me feel both safe and free at the same time, and for the first time in over a decade.
That cocky little smirk that I fucking love is playing over his lips as he looks down at me. His strong hands are gentle as he removes the belt from around my neck and drops it on the floor. I flash him a wicked grin.
“My turn,” I say, and lock my hands around the back of his neck.
Jumping up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He knows exactly what to do, and immediately slides one arm underneath my ass and the other behind my back. I kiss him hard. Furiously. Possessively.
Mine. This incredible fucking man is mine.
I slide my hands up from his neck and draw my fingers through his soft curls. He moans into my mouth as he carries me away from the table. I bite his bottom lip before tangling my tongue with his again. He squeezes my ass and rolls his hips against me.
My back hits the living room wall with a thud.
Keeping my legs wrapped around his waist, I roll my hips right back against him until he’s moaning into my mouth again. I grip his hair hard and kiss him deeply as I?—
The front door bursts open.
I whip my head towards it.
Stunned blue eyes stare at us with a mix of shock and disbelief.
Horror crashes over me like a cold black wave.
“Kayla,” my father blurts out.
His shocked gaze snaps from my naked body to Jace. To his bare chest. To his pants hanging halfway down his hips. To my legs around said hips. To his arm underneath my ass and the other one around my back. And to the very damning way that Jace is bracing my body against the wall in a position right above his cock.
Jace’s mouth has dropped open in shock as he stares back at my father with equal disbelief.
Fury replaces the shock on my father’s face.
Panic replaces the shock on Jace’s features.
And dread replaces the shock clanging through my own soul.
“Jace Hunter,” my father growls. “I hired you to protect my daughter. And instead, you… you…” His face is red and his voice is shaking with anger as he stares at Jace as if he wants to murder him. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Then he lunges for a kitchen knife.