Chapter Seventeen
I look up at Kaz, partially in awe of him for protecting me and partiallyannoyed that he once again stole one of my kills.
“The tears were fake,” I tell him, looking behind me at the body on the floor, blood seeping between his eyes from Kaz’ silenced bullet. “I was playing him.”
Kaz smirks. “Of course you were.”
I step closer to him, showing him the blade in my palm as proof. “I can handle myself.”
He closes another inch of distance between us. His rainy scent invades my space. My nipples pebble, making me painfully aware that my shirt – Yvonne’s shirt – is behind me, completely ruined by the guard’s clever orange juice trick. The lacy bra I’m wearing does nothing to hide my body’s reaction from the youngest Volkov brother.
“I know you can, princess. But you have me now. You don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s not your call.”
Kaz chuckles as heat and desire swirl in his gray eyes. “You’re going to make the same choice, princess, in the very near future.”
He’s wrong. Kaz thinks he’s got me right where he wants me, but little does he know it’s him wrapped around my finger. I drop my gaze. Kaz tips my chin up. He leans in to kiss me. As he does, I push my blade against his stomach.
“You sure you want to get close to me?”
“I’ll bear the scar,” he says, his voice dark and low.
Before I can react, he presses his lips to mine. The kiss is hard and punishing. Kaz devours me, prying my lips open with his. He slips his tongue into my mouth. It dances with mine as if it’s trying to engrave pieces of Kaz onto me. Kaz groans. He grabs hold of my ass and hoists me into his arms. My legs coil around his waist. I hear my blade fall to the floor, not realizing I dropped it. He carries me across the room, I brace for him to toss me on the bed, but he surprises me when I feel my back hit the wall. We’re deeper in the room now, across from the slightly open bedroom door.
Kaz slides his rough palms over my thighs, pushing my tight pencil skirt up to my hips. His touch ignites a fire within me. Or maybe that happens when a girl has been in a dry spell. All thoughts fly out of my head when I feel his hard cock pulse against my soaking-wet panties.
He pulls away from me just far enough for me to look into his eyes. “Say yes.”
I know what he’s asking for. Consent. I guess me being half naked in his arms, kissing him like my life depended on it, wasn’t consent enough. It’s endearing, honestly. That he respects me so much… I don’t think I’ve ever met a man that has outside of my brothers and father.
Kaz kisses down my neck. His body is rigid, waiting for my answer. This is just sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I can do this, only to get him out of my system and deeper under my spell. It’s just sex. That’s all.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His body relaxes. He puts me down on my feet and steps back. I open my mouth to complain because didn’t I just say yes? I only stop when he strips out of his suit jacket. Gray eyes lock onto mine, and the air around me thins. His fingers quickly undo the buttons on his shirt. I lose his gaze when I look at his sculpted torso. He’s so fucking beautiful. Dark ink covers his ribs on both sides. The ink looks like wings. It makes him look more god than human. His abs are marred with scars, evidence that he is the monster everyone says he is. Everyone but me. He pulls his arms out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I can still see the stitches from the wound I gave him back in Vegas. It’s a hotter sight than it should be. Knowing I’ve left a mark on this man… it does something to me.
The sound of his belt unbuckling brings my attention back to his face.
“Get undressed,” he commands.
The growly texture of his voice sends shivers down my spine. But I make no move to obey him. What does he think I am? A dog? I don’t care how horny I am for a man; I don’t take orders.
Kaz raises an eyebrow at my defiance. “Princess?”
“It’s Vivienne,” I snark.
His belt comes free from all the loops. The leather cracks as he pulls it taught between his hands.
“Saying yes means obeying.”
“I feel like you should’ve said that earlier.”
In a flash, Kaz is in front of me. He grabs hold of my jaw, digging his fingers into my cheeks possessively.
“I’m saying it now.”
“If you want my obedience, Kaz. You need to earn it.”
The smile that spreads across his face is sinful. He grabs my hip with his free hand, steering me towards the bed. I feel the mattress press against my knees right before Kaz releases me, pushing me onto it.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
Kaz drops to his knees. His pants are still on but unbuttoned. The trail of his finger running up my thigh blazes. He pushes my skirt back up, exposing my red lacy thong. His eyes darken. He looks starved as he stares at my covered pussy.
“Earning it,” he finally replies.
He rips the scrap of lace off me. The sound is loud between us. I sit up on my elbows. Kaz licks his lips.
“What a beautiful shaved little pussy,” he says, running a finger over my sensitive flesh.
I bite my lip as I watch Kaz use his fingers to spread me apart. Locking eyes with me, he leans in and licks a long stripe over my clit.
“You taste so good, baby.”
Groaning, my arms shake beneath me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this kind of bliss. I can’t remember the last time a guy wanted to take care of me. It was long before I went celibate.
I have fucking missed this, I think as I sink into the sensation of Kaz’ warm, skillful tongue.
The skulls on the back of his hand flex, his fingers digging into my skin and yanking my legs further apart. His hand squeezes me, pinning my legs to the bed. My arms give out when his teeth scrape against my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan.
I can feel Kaz smile between my legs. He presses his face harder against me, attacking my wet cunt with his mouth. His tongue is a relentless force, both tender and demanding. He’s making it known he wants my pleasure. My back arches, my limbs shaking under his expert touch. I can’t help but reach down and pull on his hair, trying to find anything to keep me grounded. To know that this is real. It’s not a dream I’ll wake up from.
Using my grip on his hair, I grind myself into his face, desperate for that explosive finish. I writhe beneath him. The room fills with my voice, moaning and calling out for Kaz. A low, rumbling heat builds in my belly. It grows and grows with every swipe of Kaz’s tongue.
“I’m so close,” I whisper.
Kaz growls. He trails a single finger down my thigh. His touch is so light. I can hardly register it over the humming pleasure consuming my body. Kaz glides his finger into my drenched hole. He thrust it inside once, curling it upwards as he continues to suck on my clit. My body goes taught. Kaz is driving me into a madness of rapture. Every nerve ending in my body is lit up, waiting for the tsunami I can feel coming.
“Give it to me, pretty girl,” Kaz says.
My pussy clenches. Hearing him beg for my orgasm, my pleasure is hot. My mouth falls open as the first wave hits me. It’s all-consuming. I’m drowning in a sea of pure ecstasy. I can’t hear a thing over the pounding of my heart. For a moment, I’m not even sure I can take a breath. I feel Kaz pull his finger free. He grabs my trembling legs and yanks me toward the edge of the bed.
Opening my eyes, I see him standing between my spread legs. His chin is drenched with my release. The black of his pupils is blown wide.
“My turn,” Kaz says, pulling down the zipper on his black slacks.
With one push, his pants and boxers fall to his feet. His dick juts out, hard and veiny. My body pulses back to life. Kaz swathes his hand around his thick cock. He pumps once. I whimper, jealous that his hand is touching him and I’m not.
“You want more, princess?”
“Please.”
“I’m clean. Are you protected?”
I nod. “Clean, too.”
He smirks at me. “I’m taking you bare.”
I shouldn’t. I’ve never let a man do that. But I do nothing to stop him. He lifts my legs, wrapping them around his waist. My breath stalls as I feel his bulbous tip sink inside me. Kaz groans. He pushes further into my quivering core, one slow inch at a time. His eyes are on mine as he falls deeper and deeper. I can’t look away. The heat of him is branding me from the inside out.
I gasp when Kaz seats himself fully inside me. He’s so deep. I almost can’t breathe. Just for a second, it feels like the world stops. Like nature holding her breath and waiting for his next move. He pulls out. I almost cry at the loss. What the hell is wrong with me? The question is forgotten the moment Kaz punches forward. Snapping me back to the moment like a rubber band.
Kaz wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. His thrusts become feverish and wild. The muscles on his arms are taut. He squeezes me around the waist. I groan, my body blazing with need. Goosebumps spread over my skin, and a chill goes through me, making me aware that someone is watching. I can feel it. Looking over at the door, I see the silhouette of someone in the shadows. It takes a moment to discern his shape. Mikhail is standing in the hallway, watching his brother fuck me. I can’t see his face, but I know it’s him.
He must notice me watching him. Mikhail takes one step closer. His cock comes into the dim light. He’s got his hand wrapped around it, stroking it to the same tempo as Kaz’ thrusts. The sight has me transfixed. My pussy gets wetter. Kaz thrusts harder and harder with no knowledge of his brother matching his pace next to us. Primal desperation is driving him. He pumps into me like a raging beast. I can feel his cock pulsate against the slippery walls of my cunt. Mikhail’s cock jerks at the same time, spurting with his orgasm. As I watch him finish, I come undone. My body shudders. I cry out. My cries mingle with Kaz as he follows me over that beautiful edge.
My body vibrates as I float up to space and back down. Kaz collapses over me in a sweaty, tangled mess. By the time I opened my eyes again, Mikhail was gone. Vanished. As if he were never there at all.