Chapter 26 | Kate
TWENTY-SIX | KATE
If I’m being accurate, I have a death-by-dick wish.
It would be one hell of a way to go out.
Warm air whips across my face, my ponytail thrashing behind me as I sprint out the way I came, back into the maze. A tendril of hair sticks to my wet lips as I bolt left, my body prickling in awareness, knowing he’s not far behind me.
I can hear his footsteps harmonizing with my own. Beautifully chaotic, like whatever is transpiring between us.
Anticipation skitters to every nerve ending when I turn again and nearly run face-first into the hedge at a dead-end, the same time a hand whips out to grip my neck.
Preston whirls me around with ease, effortlessly tossing me over his shoulder with the swagger of an animal that knows it's captured its prey.
And damn do I hope he’s about to feast on me.
A smack resonates through the air, my ass stinging where his hand landed. He does it again to the other cheek, eliciting a yelp from my lips. The pain makes the anticipation curl in my belly, eager to see what happens next.
He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. Our thundering hearts and pulses are communicating enough for us.
It's not long before he returns to the center of the garden, lowering me to my feet near the fountain as I wait for his next move.
When he reaches into the pocket of his gym shorts, my brows furrow. He pulls out his phone, clicking through a few things on the screen before he lifts it to his ear. My heart jumps, my breath tattered and uneven as I hold his eyes and step back absentmindedly to give him space.
His jaw flexes, his fingers tightening around his phone. Whoever it is on the other end must not get much of a word in before Preston orders, “Turn off the cameras in the garden.”
Oh, shit.
I spin around, my eyes locking with the black device above one of the hedges. It takes a few seconds, but when the small red light shuts off, the reality of what’s about to happen has roots growing through my feet and planting me in place with my back toward him.
One rapid heartbeat, then two, and Preston’s voice comes from behind me again. “Don’t ask questions, just do it.” With that, he must end the call when no other words are exchanged.
My shoulders tense as I feel the way he stalks toward me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, vibrating with excitement. When his hands snake around my waist, pulling my body flush against his, beautiful toxins release through my bloodstream.
I release a sharp breath, feeling his lips and words drag against my shoulder. “Fight back. Don’t let me ruin you.”
My hips roll, grinding my ass against his bulging erection like the day he had me pinned in the hallway when he gave me my collar.
I reach an arm behind me, gripping the scruff at the back of his neck to steady myself. “You already have. Ruin me more.”
His fingers pulse into my stomach. Preston’s lips fall to the slope of my neck, biting at the skin there and soothing the sting with his tongue. “Don’t tempt me, Kate. I don’t know how to take it easy with this. I like rough fucking.”
That admission ignites a spark, coursing to my clit.
My grip tightens on his skull, and I turn my head to drag his lips to mine, but not enough to touch.
“I trust you,” I say, my words brushing against his mouth.
Preston’s forehead drops against mine, those dark eyes concealing a raging war.
He was so gentle with me last time. His promises about being willing to listen to what I wanted and letting me take control were validated in the way he touched me and pleased my body in a way that has me craving more of him.
All of him.
My pulse is erratic. “I already imagine my fingers are your cock every night. Please, put me out of my misery. Plea—”
I’m cut off by his mouth slamming against mine as my back is plastered to his chest. His arms tighten around me, one of his hands moving to cup my breast. His tongue pushes against my seam, demanding entrance.
I willingly open, letting his fresh taste invade my mouth like a toxin that will change how I function, how I breathe.
It’s like he’s trying to devour my soul with the way his tongue explores my mouth.
I release a whimper, and he greedily consumes the sound, releasing a groan.
He kisses me harder to the point my toes and ears tingle.
I already know the magic of his tongue, and this is only the beginning of what he’s capable of.
Lust and fascination have never felt this inebriating.
“You’re so beautiful when you beg.” He reaches for my hand, gliding both of our fingers below the slit in my skirt to my soaked panties. His knuckles brush the material over my clit, making me tremble at the slight touch.
“Shit,” his hiss soaks into my skin as his fingers guide mine to my slick center. “Show me how you do it.”
He bunches my skirt at my waist. Using his other hand, he picks up one of my legs, opening me up wide as the fresh air brushes against my needy core.
I’d feel unsteady on one leg if he weren’t holding my back against his chest. The feeling of him peeling my panties to the side to grant me entrance has me shuddering.
Listening to him, I insert a finger into my wet heat, gripping his forearm braced around me harder from the pleasure that racks through me.
“You want my cock to ruin this desperate cunt? Let me hear how wet you are for me.”
My finger moves faster, filling the air with the needy sound of my pussy slick and ready for him with the whoosh of the fountain.
“Holy fuck. Keep your hand there.” As if Preston can sense I need more, he slips one of his fingers inside with mine. They move in unison, making a whimper fall from my lips.
“That’s two. Do you think you can take three?”
I nod, deliriously.
“Confident little thing, aren’t you?” Preston slowly slips in another, opening me wider as both of us work together to draw out my pleasure. This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to my body, and he isn’t even inside me yet. “I think you can handle a fourth, don’t you?”
I shake my head.
“How do you expect to fit me then, darling? Or do you want to feel yourself stretch around my dick? Didn’t you say you can’t get off without pain mixed with the pleasure?”
My confessions from that night in my bedroom flood back. The panic is there, sizzling in my gut, but with his mouth colliding with mine again, it melts away. Preston may live a more dangerous lifestyle than Xander, but I feel safer with him.
I trust him.
My oncoming orgasm builds and swirls behind my hips as our fingers start to submerge me in the euphoria.
A bead of sweat glides down my back in this position, with him holding up one of my legs.
My limbs ache, but I don’t care. He removes our hands and releases my leg, his wet fingers darting out to grip my throat and lather my skin with my arousal.
My core is left empty and unsatisfied, begging for more.
Preston forcefully walks me toward the closest bench surrounding the fountain, pressing his hand down on my spine to bend me over it. Knowing where this is going, I lift my leg to rest my knee on the bench while I stand on the other, opening myself up to him.
He takes his time gripping the material of my skirt to bunch it at my hips again.
Digging his fingers below the fabric of my lace panties, he drags them down, maneuvering one side over the sheath strapped to my thigh to let them pool at my knees.
The warm air is a welcome sensation on my wet center, on display for him.
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.
Every. Fucking. Night. Kate. I’ve jacked off to the thought of my cock being buried in this perfect pussy.
” A guttural sound rumbles in his chest as he grips my ass roughly in both hands, spreading me wider as he draws his mouth to my most sensitive part that is already dripping for him.
I cry out.
His tongue laps at my seam, stopping to swirl around my clit. I glance over my shoulder, my elbows digging into the concrete bench, watching him violate my pussy with a mouth that is as dirty as his promises. His facial hair rubbing against me only adds to the sensation building in my belly.
Watching and feeling the soft warmth of his tongue gliding over my clit has muffled curses falling from my lips.
When his mouth disappears, I slouch at the loss, but his eyes don’t leave mine as he drops his shorts, letting his massive cock spring free. The cut I made in his neck has stopped bleeding, but combined with his animalistic gaze and his dick in his hand, he looks unhinged.
My eyes widen, my heart jumping into my throat like it’s trying to make space to fit him down there. How is it possible that it looks bigger out of confinement? And the way the tendons in his hands strain as he leisurely strokes himself…holy shit.
You know what they say about men with huge hands?
Yeah, somehow his cock is still bigger.
My breath remains locked in my lungs when I watch him drag the head through my core to coat himself with my arousal.
He watches his dick swipe through my wetness in fascination while I intently watch him move his cock through my folds.
His other hand holds his t-shirt, giving me a view of his chiseled abdomen—a marbled work of art, crafted to perfection by his dedication in the gym.
Those bulging muscles are accompanied by dark ink that swirls and cuts across his skin.
“Fuck. You’re soaked, darling. Do you feel the way the tip of my cock is slipping right through you?” It’s like he’s the artist and his cock is the brush collecting the paint from my core.
I should be worried someone will walk through the maze and see us, considering this is where I met his dad, but I can’t bring myself to care. Luckily, the cameras are off, or whoever is on his security team would be getting an eyeful.