Chapter 4 Gun
FOUR
GUN
Every step down the hallway feels like a countdown. By the time we stop in front of the door, I’m already half-hard and wondering how fast I can get her out of that wrap skirt.
If I’m about to let myself really give into the lust that’s reared its head like a monster.
I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on, but it doesn’t even matter. Bringing Jamie to my suite might be the best mistake I’ve made in a while.
We’re on the top floor of the Dalbit Hotel where my suite is located, and in a few short moments, I’ll have her naked and spread on my bed, writhing in pleasure.
Beside me, Jamie walks like she already knows exactly how this night ends—the two of us giving into the hot passion we found on the dance floor at Eclipse.
Her very walk is purposeful, her hips swaying with the kind of confidence that tells me she’s just as much of a feline in bed as anywhere else.
I slide the keycard and push the door open, allowing her to walk through first. The suite’s dimly lit with cool-toned lighting and chrome fixtures.
There’s a sleek, sexy look to everything in the room, from the glass tabletops to the matte-black furnishings. The large, American-sized king bed waits for us with charcoal-gray sheets that are so perfect and new, there’s no wrinkles to be found.
The Dalbit knows better than to offer a captain in the Cheongryong anything less than top-tier accommodations.
All ranking members in the syndicate have a standing reservation at the modern hotel.
Jamie steps inside with a casual air, her eyes scanning the room and taking everything in. Once again I’m reminded how keenly observant she seems to be.
It makes me wonder what’s really going on inside that complex head of hers. It even makes me question how often she does this.
Most women, even changnyeos—Hangul for working girls—are cautious in an unfamiliar setting with a man they’ve just met.
But Jamie waltzes into my hotel suite almost like she owns the space. Her confident, self-assured air has only seemed to grow stronger.
My attention is set on her and her alone, doing some observing of my own.
Her body moves so fluidly, it’s hypnotic. She really does remind me of a feline as she stalks through the hotel suite—a sexy black cat that knows she has my undivided attention.
I wish I could say I have an ounce of self-control left, but lust pulses through me more powerfully than the pain in my skull.
I’ve forgotten all about my headache. For the next couple hours, I’ve found my distraction.
Jamie wanders over to the minibar that features a wide selection of drinks. Everything from soju to more exotic liquors in Korea like tequila.
“What’s your poison?” she asks, peeking over her shoulder at me with a flirty smirk.
I toss the keycard and my wallet on the dresser and take some steps toward her. “So now you drink? You’ve been dodging alcohol all night and now you want to play bartender for me. Should I be flattered… or suspicious?”
“Maybe I just needed the right man to loosen me up.”
I grin crookedly at her, closing more of our gap. “I’m honored I could prove myself worthy.”
“What can I say? The dance convinced me. You’ve got moves.” She half winks at me as she lets her brightest smile yet shine.
It heats my blood to new levels, making me feel like I’m on fire. I’ve cornered her against the minibar counter, planting a palm on either side as I look her in the eye and make it known she’s what I want.
Fuck the drink. Fuck anything else in this moment.
Everything else can wait ’til tomorrow—my terrible throbbing pain, Father’s disappointment, even the business concerning this so-called Black Silk and his agenda to assassinate members of the syndicate.
None of it matters until my cock has sunk into Jamie’s sweet little pussy.
“That’s just the beginning,” I answer her throatily. My mouth hovers over hers, half a second away from kissing her again. “I’ve got a lot of other moves I plan to show you tonight.”
She hums, sounding like a cat purring. Leaning up toward me, she brushes her lips against mine in the lightest of kisses.
Slow. Sensual. Erotic.
All things I’ve realized she naturally is without even trying.
“It’ll help me loosen up even more,” she whispers afterward. She draws back slightly, biting on her bottom lip. “Otherwise I might go back to being the shy tourist.”
I peer into her glittering dark eyes and pick up on her playfulness. She’s lying—that I do know—but I also know most women don’t come up to men’s hotel rooms like this.
If she wants to have a drink, then I’m damn sure not going to stop her.
“Alright, feline,” I tease, giving her hips a squeeze. “Pour us some soju then. Show off your bartender skills. I’ll be a moment in the bathroom.”
She doesn’t protest as I excuse myself. Instead she does as discussed, turning toward the minibar to fix our drinks.
The bathroom door clicks as it closes, and I step to the mirror. The throbbing inside my skull has suddenly grown stronger, so bad even the four painkillers I’ve taken have hardly helped.
I grit my teeth and twist on the faucet.
Most nights, it’s manageable. Most times, once I’ve taken the medications, the pain dulls into a barely noticeable ache.
The water runs cool and clear from the faucet. I cup my hands underneath and then splash what I’ve gathered onto my face and neck.
Only I would be in acute, brain-bending pain and sporting a hard-on all at once.
But nothing’s going to stop me from enjoying myself tonight with Jamie. Even if my brain’s on the verge of exploding like some faulty grenade.
I’m getting some pussy tonight. And not just any pussy either—only Jamie’s will do.
What can I say? Once I see something I want, I must have it and nothing else will suffice. But I should probably skip on the drinks.
Pain killers and migraines don’t mix well with alcohol, and I’m not trying to drop dead before I’ve even pulled my cock out.
I pat dry my face using one of the hotel’s washcloths and then roll my shoulders and crack my neck. My semi-erection has gone nowhere, my groin area a tight bundle of pressure.
Jamie had to have felt it by the minibar.
When I step out from the bathroom, she’s waiting for me with our drinks and a coy smirk.
“It took some effort, but I figured out which bottle was soju,” she quips, handing me my glass. She clutches her own, raising it up for a toast like I had earlier in Eclipse. “Should we cheers again? What’s the occasion this time? To amateur bartenders and bad decisions?”
“More like sexy felines and the seductive games they play.”
“Call me a feline one more time and you just might see my claws.”
“I look forward to it.” She goes for her sip from the glass but I set mine down on the table and grab her free hand instead. “Forgot I’m not supposed to drink on my medications. But that’s okay, because I’m more hungry than I am thirsty… and I’m ready to feast on the delicacy in front of me.”
If Jamie finds it insulting that I haven’t had the drink she’s prepared, she doesn’t show it. I’ve pulled her toward me, arms sliding over her hips, and she merely smirks wider, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Right to the point,” she murmurs, then carefully sets down her drink next to mine. “I like a straight shooter.”
“Yeah? Then how about you ride this cock nice and deep with your tight little pussy? I want to feel those walls stretching around me as I wreck you.”
Jamie releases a small throaty sound that’s as close to a moan as it gets.
Her eyelids lower, lashes shielding her eyes. We gravitate toward each other off instinct, going for the kiss at the same time.
What should be slow and cautious—a second kiss between two strangers—immediately becomes carnal.
My mouth claims hers with a sudden urgency that explodes between us. I quickly lose myself in the mere contradiction of her.
…this beautiful feline with plump lips and soft curves but the confidence of a woman who knows exactly what she wants and makes no apology for it.
Fuck.
Is there anything sexier?
Both her hands fist my shirt like she’s afraid I might disappear. She holds me to her, body pressed into mine. Our mouths are fused together as I slip her my tongue and let passion take over.
I grip her hip and cup her face, controlling the angle of our kiss.
How deep it fucking goes, tongues lashing and our lungs running empty of air.
If at all possible, she tastes even sweeter than an hour ago.
All plum and sugar and the natural warmth of her mouth. It’s a taste I swear I could get drunk off if I’m not careful.
I break away to trail kisses along her jawline, then throat. She grips me by the back of my neck and lets out little pants of approval. I kiss the pulse point at the corner of her throat, feeling its fast thrum against my lips.
She’s as excited, as turned on, as I am.
My hands slide down her body, mapping out her curves, and I back her up toward the bed. We lower ourselves without even breaking contact—Jamie underneath and me braced over her as I suck at the soft skin on her throat.
She rocks her hips against me, a sudden impatience about her. I’m wedged between her thighs, so fucking close to her pussy that it makes my head spin.
It makes the pain in my skull magically disappear for the moment.
All I can think about is how soft and warm and wet she must be. How snug she’ll feel wrapped around me as I stroke into her, and how fucking beautiful she’ll look taking my cock.
Jamie’s hands work at my shirt buttons with surprising dexterity. When her palms finally make contact with my bare skin, the sensation is instant and electric—an intense current that runs through me and straight to my already raging-hard erection.
I pull away long enough to take the rest of my shirt and pants off. Then slide her top off and expose her breasts.
They’re… perfect. So fucking perfect I pause and stare hungrily.
Round and full with large areolas and dark brown nipples that have gone stiff.
But that’s not all—she’s pierced.
Two tiny little metal bars glint up at me, calling my name.
I bow my head and suck the right one into my mouth. She releases a sharp gasp and arches against me, fingers sliding into my hair.
“Gun!” she cries out, her tone breathless.
I suck a little harder, my tongue flicking at the tiny metal bar through her nipple. She writhes some more under me, tugging at my hair and rocking her hips. As far as I’m concerned, I’m just getting started.
Then Jamie has other ideas. She expertly slips out from under me and pushes me onto my back so she can climb on top.
No surprise she’d want to be.
She comes across as exactly the kind of woman who likes to ride and keep a little control.
My palms naturally land on her ass, cupping handfuls. But she quickly catches both and then brings them up to her breasts, communicating without words that she wants more attention on them.
I grin up at her, feeling how soft and warm they are in my hands. I give both nipples a light tug. “Does the feline like having her tits played with?”
She’s still panting as she straddles me, eyelids hanging low. She doesn’t answer as she gyrates on my groin.
More motions that tease what’s to come. Her riding my cock into oblivion.
I’m so hard that the crotch area of my boxers is large and tented. My cock pulses inside my pants, strained and welled up with pressure.
But as I play with Jamie’s tits and she grinds against me, I catch our reflection in the dresser mirror.
I realize then and there just why she moved my hands—and what else she’s doing as she distracts me with the gyrations of her hips.
In the mirror’s reflection, I watch as she slips a hand under the hemline of her skirt and deftly slides a small blade from a garter around her thigh.
The steel glints in the cool lighting much like her piercings had.
The lust, the carnal hunger, the arousal that’s consumed me, all of it vanishes. I go into fight mode as I swiftly grab her wrist and pry the blade from her grip, tossing her all the way off me.
So it was true all along.
The dangerous kitty cat has claws she’s not afraid to use.
…and I happen to be her target.