Chapter 33
Kian
“Babe, huh?” I finally said when Amir’s cousins were out of earshot. I fucking loved it when she called me that. “It’s not exactly a nickname that terrifies people.”
She shrugged, chuckling. “I wouldn’t worry about that. Besides, you called me babe right back.”
I wasn’t worried about the silly nickname. What unsettled me instead was the sight of Sophie ringed by young men—men closer to her age than mine—watching her with hearts in their eyes and devotion written across their faces. It was absurd, I knew that.
Yet, jealousy stirred, and with it came a darker impulse: the urge to show her who she belonged to.
Without warning, I knelt and lifted her up by the waist, then threw her over my shoulder. She let out a surprised squeal, then sighed, relaxing.
“God, not this again,” she said in an exasperated tone as I made my way toward my car. “You need to put me down because everyone’s looking.”
“Let them look,” I grumbled. “They’ll know you’re mine and to keep the fuck away from my woman.”
“Gosh, that is so… hot, but at the same time, very chauvinistic. I can’t make up my mind.”
She hung compliantly over my shoulder, her palm resting against my back, and we both remained silent until I reached my car.
I set her down and she crossed her arms over her chest, meeting my gaze.
“Why are you upset?” she questioned, her brows arched. “It’s not like you haven’t been talking to women all day, yet you don’t see me throwing you over my shoulder, do you?”
“Women could parade naked around me and I wouldn’t even see them,” I growled, gripping her chin so she’d see the truth in my eyes. “There’s only you.”
I kissed her deeply, hoping to steal her breath the way she stole mine. My tongue brushed against hers, and I swallowed her moan.
Goddammit, I was losing control around her.
When she pulled back, breathing heavily with flushed cheeks, she smiled and said, “Let’s go home.”
I nodded and we got in, neither one of us speaking as I drove, but anticipation electrified the air. Or maybe it was my confession that there was only one woman for me.
Her. Sophie Baldwin.
I drove well over the speed limit, the engine of my Aston Martin humming low and eager beneath us. Above, the stars scattered across the sky like broken glass, blinking in and out of view. Buildings smeared into streaks of light, the city dissolving the faster we went.
She flicked me a glance, quick and knowing.
“How far until we get there?” she asked, rolling her window down an inch. Warm night air rushed in, lifting her hair and carrying the faint smell of summer heat.
“No more than five minutes,” I said. “Why?”
She shrugged casually, a smile tugging at her mouth. “Just wondering if we should fool around here or wait until we’re home.”
I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. “Home,” I said. “Definitely home.”
Finally, the iron gates of my property emerged from the dark. Gravel crunched beneath the wheels as I pulled in front of the doors and killed the engine.
She barely had time to unbuckle before I scooped her up, her arms wrapping around my neck and her laugh catching against my skin.
Crushing my mouth to hers, I carried her bridal-style through the front doors, across the dimly lit house, and up the stairs—straight into my room.
Once there, I positioned her in front of the bed and issued a command while I undid my belt. “Strip.”
She started to do it sensually while I stepped out of my clothes, my belt buckle landing with a thud on the floor. It wasn’t long before I slid my boxers down to my ankles and stepped out of them.
Leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor, Sophie kicked her heels off and met my gaze, her chest rising and falling in anticipation.
I stroked my cock, the tip already leaking pre-cum with the need to be inside her. She glanced down as I ran my fist along my length again and those beautiful blue eyes heated with lust.
I pressed at her bottom lip with my thumb before closing the remaining distance between us and sliding my tongue inside her mouth, her familiar taste intoxicating just as it was the first time I kissed her.
Trailing my lips down her jaw, then her throat, I scraped at her sensitive skin and she threw her head back.
“Go lie on the bed,” I rasped.
She nodded and stepped toward the bed, lying back and propping up on her elbows, her skin flushed red and her hair fanned around her.
My breath caught as I took in the sight of her underneath the muted lighting. The way she lay there, offering herself to me… I’d never seen anything sexier.
She licked her lips as she parted her knees, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pussy. “I need you now.”
My hands landed on her thighs, spreading them wider before I climbed onto the bed.
“I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”
Her breath hitched as the tips of my fingers slid through her wet folds and her body shuddered beneath my touch. “Kian…”
I latched on to one of her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nipple. Sophie’s back arched off the bed.
I lined my cock up with her entrance and slowly pushed in. I wanted to take her slow, make her mad with desire. Make her my addict so she’d stay forever. It was so cliché, but I’d meant what I said. I wanted to fuck her into oblivion so that she’d forget everyone else.
I slid in an inch and pulled out before sliding in farther again.
“Whose pussy is this?” My thumb circled her clit while she shuddered underneath me.
“Yours.”
“That’s right. You were made for me.” I pushed up on an arm and looked at where our bodies were joined. “Look how good you’re taking my cock.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she breathed. I moved in and out of her again. Slowly. Her hips bucked hungrily, her legs wrapped around me, urging me on. “I need more of you… please.”
It was a sweet torture to deny her and myself the hard fuck, although I had no doubt we’d end up there.
With one last thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in her cunt, groaning at how good she felt.
She moaned into my mouth as I picked up the pace, her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips matched my every thrust.
“Don’t stop,” she panted, her breath ghosting against my lips. “Kian… Oh… yes!”
I continued to drive harder, faster.
She threw her head back, arching her body into mine as she screamed, her nails digging into my neck.
Blissful pleasure marred her expression as she shuddered against me from her orgasm.
Her pussy tightened around my cock, squeezing so fucking hard, and I pumped a few more times before spilling inside her.
I captured her lips in a frenzy, kissing her with all I had.
“That was… wow,” Sophie croaked. “Just wow.”
“Give me a couple of minutes and we can beat this one,” I said, falling next to her on the bed. I hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her body on top of mine.
“Can’t wait for the encore,” she teased, her voice breathy. “If you use Viagra, we can speed that up.”
“Ohhh, you’re going to pay for that.”
She chuckled. “I’m counting on it.”
I pushed her wild hair away from her face, my heart humming with content. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
“Considering I saw that model-material woman you were entertaining at your private beach, I doubt that,” she protested lightly.
“Don’t doubt it.” My lips pressed against her forehead. “Because it’s the truth.”
And then I showed her exactly how beautiful she was as I fucked her in front of the mirror and made her scream my name. Without Viagra.