by Kym Roberts
He winced and she couldn’t hold back the giggle that erupted from her chest. “Can you take off your socks a bit slower? I don’t want you to fall and hurt anything vital.”
The slow sexy grin he gave her would have made her swoon if she’d been standing. Thank God she had a front row seat. He took one sock off at a time and she enjoyed watching the muscles and planes of his body move with ease.
“I suppose I should have done a strip tease for you, huh?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I could handle more than that sock strip tease.”
His strong, hard cock bobbed as if fiercely reaching for her touch. The man was built like no other man she’d been with, and seeing him in his entirety made it that much more obvious. His muscles weren’t long and lean, but full and masculine. His shoulders were built for strength, and his chest—God help her, but she wanted to run her tongue across his sculpted pecs and flat nipples. His abs spoke of hours in the gym and the come-hither V of his obliques, made her bite her bottom lip. She’d seen him naked from the waist up, but now without shorts, his slender hips and powerful thighs only served to emphasize his undaunted virility. His cock was magnificent.
He stood in front of her wearing nothing but that sexy smirk and she was struck with the honesty of it. Khaos was everything her teenage self would’ve wanted in a man, but would’ve been too afraid to go for. Strong in mind and body, he wasn’t afraid of his feelings any more than he was to face down a man with a gun. He was selfless, and kind and she wasn’t sure how she’d ended up with him here and now, but she didn’t want to be anywhere else. He was her perfect man when she was a teenager, and he was her perfect man now.
Maybe the part of her that had survived, was all she needed. Her parents taught her what to look for in a relationship, and through every step of hell, she’d kept that ideal alive.
“Kiss me. Everywhere.”
He didn’t hesitate. He cupped her jaw with both hands and kissed her tenderly, passionately. Giving her everything she could possibly want with his lips, his tongue, his touch. She reached for him then. Tentatively she touched his chest and dropped down to his cock with her fingers as if he was the first man she’d ever touched.
In a way, he was. He was the first man she wanted to touch. The first man she burned to touch. The first man she wasn’t forced to touch. Slowly she stroked his cock from its base to its strong head. Back and forth with a light touch that caused his shaft to pulse with need.
Khaos kissed down the column of her throat and made his way to her breasts; doing exactly what she wanted him to do with his bewitching tongue. She pressed into his kiss and took his cock in her palm. God how she loved the thick, hard, silken length of him. Her hand slid back and forth as he moved to her other breast. His hand took over for his mouth and rolled her abandoned nipple. His touch and tongue were driving her to the precipice of desire. His hand moved to her clit and she was instantaneously there. Standing on the edge, not ready to fall, but soar. She was pulsing with need, wanting it all, everything he had to give.
His hips thrust toward her, and his excitement made her want to do so much more to him. He pulled his mouth away from her breast and she wanted to cry out in frustration.
“You have to stop,” he said.
Téa froze. Not sure what she’d done wrong.
“Baby, if you kept that up I was going to come all over your stomach and that’s the last thing I want to do.”
“I need to come,” she said, because she did. She was supposed to tell him what she wanted and she not only wanted to come, her body required the release. Now.
He dropped to his knees but she stopped him before his gifted tongue could send her into oblivion. “I want you inside me when I come. I need to feel you move and pulse and drive into me with abandon. I need that from you. Only you.”
His pupils dilated and he took a long deep breath as if to maintain his control before he asked, “What position would you like to be in?” His hands never left her. His fingers cupped her face, traced down her neck, grazed across her nipples and ended on her ass. He seemed to love to knead the plumb fullness of her cheeks.
She nearly cried at the sweetness of his question, the delicious way in which he waited for her response. She’d never really thought about what position would be more comfortable for her or what would bring her more pleasure. She honestly had no idea. “I-I want to do every position with you.”
He grinned.
“But I think I’d like to try standing up looking in the mirror first.”
He groaned. “I won’t last long watching your breasts bounce and the swell of your gorgeous ass bent over that counter.” He lifted her off the counter and turned her around to face the mirror once more. “This was supposed to be about your pleasure; I’m not sure how I’ll survive if it’s about mine.”
It was her turn to grin at him, because God… the man was drop-dead gorgeous wearing sexy aviator sunglasses, and a fitted suit while acting all macho, but when Khaos was deliciously naked and putting her needs first, the man was sinfully wicked.
With a freedom she never thought she’d experience, Téa rewarded him by leaning over the counter and wiggling her ass, which caused her breasts to rock with the motion. He wet his lips. His gaze traveled over her completely nude form with nothing but tenderness and carnal desire. Khaos wanted her like no other man before him and it was the greatest gift he could ever give her.
“I love you, Téa.” The authenticity of his words were in everything he’d ever done for her. Everything he was doing for her now. He tore open the condom and slipped it over his long, hard length before he reached between her legs and rubbed between her folds. She gasped at the heat of his touch, the command he had over her body as he thrust one finger inside her pussy. Suddenly she was no longer playing as she wiggled her ass toward him. She yearned for everything he had to give.
And then he was there, poised at the entrance of her slick folds. As she panted and pushed back toward his cock, he withdrew and teased her again. His other hand cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple until she was begging him, pleading with him as their eyes locked in the mirror.
“Please Khaos. Fuck me and make me come.”
Sweat glistened on his chest and forehead and the awareness that she had made him work for his self-control, nearly undid her. Finally, he gave her what she needed. He entered her slowly, letting her adjust to each inch of his rock-hard cock. She wriggled even more, desperate to have all of him inside her, but he put his palm in the center of her back and forced her to take it slowly as he kissed and sucked along her shoulders and spine. Her inner muscles clenched in an attempt to draw his cock deeper and deeper.
Just when she thought she would have to beg a second time, he thrust forward with a guttural groan and he was buried to the hilt inside her. He sighed against her back; his warm breath sending a tantalizing shiver down her back as he stroked her clit and began a slow grind against her ass. It was more than she could take. She pulled away and then pushed back, forcing him to move.
God, please move.
He needed no further encouragement. He thrust his hips back and forth, in and out, dragging his full length against her sensitive walls. Her need was building and building; ready to implode with his controlled demolition of sanity.
She could see the tension on his face. The strained sinew of his neck muscles and the veins surfacing on his biceps. He was a master of control as he pumped his cock into her, and she couldn’t hold back her feelings for this man any longer.
They were both crazy. Love didn’t happen this fast…but somehow, it had for them.
It was probably the wrong timing. Would he hear her words of endearment and believe them, or would he think she was saying them in the heat of the moment? She didn’t care. Watching this man, who would do anything for her pleasure, the feelings were too strong to keep inside her.
“I love you,” she gasped. “I love you, Khaos.”
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br /> The lines of stress on his face eased as his pace ensconced them in pleasure and the scent of their lovemaking filled the room. Pounding into her, his thighs slapping her ass in a sound so erotic, she was lost to everything, but the two of them.
“Come for me, Téa.” He demanded as he pressed the nub of her clit.
She screamed and imploded around him. Shockwave after shockwave pulsed through her core as her pussy clenched and rippled around his cock. His control gone, Khaos came with a loud groan and had to catch himself on the counter before he collapsed on the top of her. Their ragged breaths echoed on the tile walls and as their gazes met in the mirror, she saw exactly what her parents had told her she would find: The man of her dreams.
Six Months Later
Epilogue
Marco Vanetti was charged with two counts of murder in the first-degree today stemming from a video-taped confession by Stefano Astrella which was anonymously turned in to the Newark Police Department in May.
The tape led to the discovery of Olivia Vanetti’s body after the police searched Marco Vanetti’s property near Branch Brook Park
and found Mrs. Vanetti’s remains.
The body of Alessandro Vanetti was recovered six years ago, and the case had remained open until now. The couple’s teenage daughter was sold into captivity at the time of their deaths, but escaped during a daring
rescue operation aided by Secret Service
Agent Ty Beckingsale.
Manslaughter charges have also been filed in Mexico City against former Secret Service Agent Thomas Harper in the case of
Sandra Pacheco’s death.
Special Agent William Kratz was also charged with obstruction and giving false testimony in that case, thanks to the new testimony of the Vanetti’s daughter.
Murder warrants have been issued for Stefano Astrella whose confession led to the arrests in the case, however, Mr. Astrella remains at large. Mr. Marco Vanetti
has been held without bond.
“Are you okay?”
Khaos wrapped his arms around her from behind and held her tight. She could never get enough of this man’s touch. Despite the cool fall weather, her heart was full and at peace, thanks to him. She leaned back against his chest, savoring the feel of his body firmly against hers.
“Yes, I can finally walk outside your sister’s compound—”
“It’s a spa,” he corrected.
“Ask Megan. It’s a compound.”
Khaos groaned. “Why did my sister have to bring her here to recover?”
Téa let her smile spread slowly as she gazed up at the clear night sky. Above them the sword of Perseus twinkled in the vast darkness above Fort Collins, Colorado. Andromeda was just out of sight, but Téa knew she was there; waiting for her lover’s arms to wrap around her. “Because we owe Megan everything. Besides she needs what Faith offers at Achilles HeAl.”
“I need earplugs.”
She smiled and rubbed the side of her cheek against his chest. “I received a package from Andrea today.”
Khaos didn’t say anything. She knew he didn’t approve of her cousin, or that she’d remained in contact with him, but he understood her need for family. Andrea and his father, who also bore the same name, were her family along with her little nephew Andrea and her aunt Sophia.
“It contained a rock.”
Khaos chuckled. “And where is this one from?”
“He didn’t say. It’s a Red Jasper stone. In Italian it’s called a diaspor. It’s considered a Warrior Stone and the meaning behind it is loyalty and inner strength.” She took a deep breath before she divulged the last part that would make Khaos very uncomfortable. “It is for those who stand up to injustice.” His body grew very still behind her. “I believe it is from—”
Khaos turned her in his arms and gazed down at her with so much love and devotion, Téa wasn’t sure she deserved it, especially when her family exacted a justice Khaos didn’t believe in. She wasn’t sure she did either, but she’d made her peace with Stefano’s fate the moment he put the blade to her mother’s neck. He had chosen.
When she’d opened the box earlier that day with the stone inside and one word on an accompanying card, she knew Andrea had taken the stone from Stefano’s final resting place. There was no other explanation for the message, “giustizia.” Justice. The healing properties of the stone had immediately worked for her.
Now Stefano was where she chose to leave him; in the past.
“I love you.” Khaos’s strong, soft words were the music her heart needed to hear.
“I love you, Khaos Artino. You alone were able to turn my life from a state of utter confusion and turmoil into peaceful harmony. I couldn’t have asked for more in my life.”
Khaos kissed her long and hard. His tongue tangled and danced with hers with the promise of more to come.
The blare of a horn broke the spell between them. Khaos pulled away and glared at the vehicle pulling up the tree-lined drive that had interrupted what he’d barely begun.
“Who the hell is that?”
Téa laughed. “I think we better get our coats and go into town for dinner. Coop’s here for his therapy session.”
“What? But eight o’clock at night—and Megan’s here. Jesus, Mary and Joseph it will be an all out war. The two of them fight like they’re sworn enemies.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the doors of their balcony and into their bedroom.
Téa glanced back at Perseus. “Or…star-crossed lovers destined to be together.”
Dear Readers,
Although Téa’s story is completely fictional, human trafficking across the globe is not. In 2018 the National Human Trafficking Hotline in the United States received over 41,000 contacts through its hotline calls, texts, and on-line contacts. The organization has also documented almost 8,000 cases involving sex trafficking alone in 2018. Victims of sex trafficking are protected by law from deportation in the United States, but are commonly convinced by their captors that contact and/or cooperation with law enforcement will result in their imprisonment or deportation. The needs of these victims don’t stop after they’ve escaped or been rescued. Their physical, psychological and financial recovery takes years.
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Kym
About the Author
Kym Roberts
Kym Roberts is an Amazon Bestselling author and a Fresh Fiction Finalist for Best Book and two-time Finalist for Best Cozy Mystery in 2018 for her Book Barn Mystery series. She's a retired detective sergeant by day and a pro-surfer in her dreams by night. Her humor is often raunchy, her jokes are often bad, but her hunger for a story keeps the adventures coming fast. Experience the thrill & catch the wave of passion, mystery and suspense!
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