Chapter 12
Reese
Maybe I was fooling myself, but his touch, his heated kisses, and the way Kendrick was holding me in his arms were cathartic.
Soothing.
Exciting.
I’d all but begged him to fuck me. My reaction to him made no sense, but I didn’t care.
With my mind frazzled, all I could think about was touching him.
And him touching me. Stroking me.
Licking me.
Fucking me.
My almost crazed hunger for him didn’t make any sense. While I had no reason to doubt what he’d told me, I also had no reason to trust anyone at this point. I’d known what he was trying to say about how this was being allowed to continue.
Powerful people were looking the other way. Maybe they’d distanced themselves from the actuality of the horrors inflicted, but they were complicit.
Guilt had ridden me to a point with Briana that I hadn’t thought about anything clearly. If I had, I wouldn’t be in this position.
Why was it that the thoughts were now blurred by the need for a man I didn’t know, a stranger who wanted my trust?
Whatever the case, as soon as he yanked me into his arms again, I became someone else. If only for a little while.
Every bit of air was sucked out of my lungs as he did what I’d wanted him to do seconds before.
He captured my mouth, holding our lips in place.
There was no rush, no sense of urgency at first, just a telling statement of the passion already shared between us.
Still, I was floored by the intensity of his hold, the way he brushed his thumb back and forth under my chin as he tightened his fingers around my neck.
The action was entirely too possessive, but I was drawn into him, my mind spinning with ungodly possibilities, unbridled desire rushing into my already overheated core.
There was something about his hold on me, both mentally and physically, that was perversely satisfying, and I honestly had no clue as to why.
I found myself pressing my hand against his chest, digging my nails into his shirt, wishing I could slide my fingers under the thin material.
But I feared the tips of my fingers would be permanently seared, scarred to the point touching anyone else would be impossible.
Every move he made from that second on highlighted the urgency I hadn’t sensed before, including the way he wrapped his other arm around me, pulling my stomach against the hardness of his cock, which was throbbing.
As with everything else about the man, he was controlling, grinding his hips back and forth, telling me in no uncertain terms that he was in near desperate need.
I couldn’t breathe or think when he finally thrust his tongue past my lips, exploring the darkness inside my mouth as his eyes had done to my very soul.
It wasn’t right to be this aroused by a stranger.
I’d been taught that passion was developed and nurtured through friendship and love.
It would seem my mother was wrong about that.
I remained tingling all over, my nipples aching from how swollen they’d become.
It was as if the room was spinning all around us, a whirlwind of our hunger spiraling out of control.
The hard press of his heated body was electrifying.
Kendrick’s eyes were glassy, but the expression on his face was one of taking full control. I tangled my fingers in his hair, anchored by the passionate hold as he crushed his lips over mine.
More than before, we were desperate for each other.
Tongues entwining.
Hearts racing.
He rubbed his hand down my back, cupping my bottom. There was something extraordinary about the feel of his thick cock being pressed into my stomach. And about the rush of passion we shared in a wild, rough kiss.
As he spun me around, I was floored by how crazed I felt, the intensity of the raging desire making no sense. Nothing did any longer. It was as if I was living in an alternate world, incapable of putting the pieces of my life back together.
The taste of him was incredible much like the scent of his aftershave, a rich take on masculinity. Musky and citrusy, the darkness of the forest in a rainstorm. While I’d thoroughly enjoyed seeing him in a dark suit, the jeans suited his personality.
That I knew instinctively and I didn’t even know a thing about him.
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging while he fisted mine. His hold was powerful, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
The sudden brutal crack across my bottom was jarring and I jerked back, gasping, but there was something also freeing about the action. Maybe he was trying to tell me everything would be okay.
I shifted back and forth, trying to catch my breath. When he slammed my back against the wall, I pushed his shoulder, managing to drive my hand between us.
The single touch of his skin against my fingertips was almost too much, overwhelming in both heat and vibrations.
The man was like a primal beast, the look of him even more predatory than it had been inside the horrible club.
I’d seen the look on his face, the crazed desire that had slowly altered his expressions.
He’d gone from dispassion at seeing the other girls to leaning forward in his seat, his hunger evident even in the way he’d held his glass.
Something had captured my attention, even dragging me away from the horrible moment. As if he and I had been the only two in the room.
Now I was lost in the moment, trying to control my actions and failing miserably.
“You want me.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“You’re not a very good liar.”
“You might be surprised.”
“With you, nothing would surprise me.” Yet he held back, both of us breathing hard. Once again, he was giving me a choice.
“Fine. I lied. What are you going to do about it?”
Everything about his dark laugh excited me. Everything about the intensity on his face kept me quivering.
The shocking moment of wanting nothing more than to let go became overwhelming.
And so, I became someone else, a girl who had no inhibitions.
Still flustered, another wave of shooting current snagged my breath all over again. There was a frenzied need the two of us shared, but while I kneaded his chest, marveling in his muscular structure, he’d planted his hands on either side of me, allowing me to take a few minutes of control.
Somehow, I knew that would be short lived.
His tongue deep-throated me and all I could think about was sucking his cock all over again.
The taste of him had been sweet, so much so I’d wanted nothing more than to lick every last drop.
I wasn’t certain what kind of person that made me, but it seemed that the horrible acts of cruelty coupled with the insane requirement to surrender body and soul had awakened some darkness lurking deep inside.
Plus, I did feel safe with him. With his massive arms wrapped around me.
And the way he’d feasted on my pussy had left me in awe. How crazy was that? I’d never had a one-night stand and yet with what few lovers I’d had, I’d never felt this free, ripped with the type of desire I hadn’t known existed.
Now, kissing this man, this incredible stranger who’d started a fire that refused to be squelched, had awakened Sleeping Beauty.
I wasn’t certain where the moral lines began and ended any longer and I honestly didn’t give a hoot.
When he eased his hand down my leg, I shuddered, imagining what it would feel like to have his thick, throbbing cock buried deep inside.
He rubbed his fingers down the outside of my thigh before crawling them to my damp mound.
The lingering scent of my desire was already wafting between us, which would normally be embarrassing, but right now I was far too aroused to care.
When he rubbed his hand across my pussy lips, I moaned into the kiss, startled at the additional electric sensations.
No man had created this kind of reaction inside me, and I was torn between shoving him away for fear of never being able to let him go and the fact that for all I knew, he could be lying to me about his identity. But what good would that do? Maybe a kinky game?
I refused to believe it. I’d always valued my sixth sense about people, and it told me he was a good man.
He was also a rugged man, more so without his clothes. Every muscle was perfectly sculpted. His forearms were stunning, the veins popping. His thighs were massive, but perfect for his long legs.
With a barrel chest and broad shoulders, and with his tousled hair, I certainly couldn’t fathom how a man so handsome would have any difficulty getting any woman he wanted.
He pulled away, his eyes darting back and forth across mine. The look on his face was entirely different than before. As if a man possessed.
As soon as he jerked one of my legs around his hip, I pressed my hand against his chest, digging my fingers into his skin. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think? Giving you exactly what you asked for.” Kendrick yanked my other leg around his hip and I laughed, scrambling to grip his shoulders. “I’m fucking you.”
But first, he nuzzled into my neck, allowing his hot breath to cascade across my skin. Where I’d been lightheaded before, fearful that I wouldn’t be able to think clearly, now I was lost in a sweet haze I never wanted to come down from.
He bit down on my earlobe then drove the entire length of his cock inside.
I was shocked to the point I yelped, my heart racing as my pussy muscles stretched, trying desperately to accommodate his huge girth.
No man had ever filled me so completely, almost managing to drive me straight into an orgasm.
While he held still for a full minute, his body remained tense, so much so the electricity shooting from every pore was overwhelming.
“Oh. Oh… my…”
“That’s it, baby. I want to hear you scream.” He pulled all the way out, thrusting a second time and I was instantly lightheaded. “One day it will be my name.”
Dear God, the man could growl with the best of them.