“Fine, you win…” She bounces off the bed and follows me.
“There’s a prize?” I turn and pull her into my arms.
“There’s always a prize.” She grins and slowly sinks to her knees.
Kiana pulls at my pants until they are unfastened and slides them down my hips. My cock immediately swells when I realize what my prize is going to be. Those lips. Mine for the taking. I craved them last night, but I wanted something else a whole lot more.
Kiana begins to kiss my abdomen, working her way down, and then she teases the sensitive skin on either side of my dick. Her tongue flicks a couple of times before she moves down to my balls. Feeling her tongue drag across them makes my cock throb. Her lips gently press against them, and then she begins to kiss the bottom of my shaft.
“I think I’m going to like being the winner.” I exhale sharply and smile.
“I told you last night—you can make me do anything you want.” Her lips press against my cock again.
The look in her eyes when she says those words. She’s begging for something. Maybe she doesn’t even understand what it is. I’ve seen submissive desires before, and she’s got them. There are a lot of things I’d love to make her do. That’s something to explore, when the time is right, but I can’t focus on it now. I’m mesmerized by the sight of her lips—slowly moving up my shaft—and the hunger she has for my pleasure.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing…” I let out a soft exhale, followed by a gasp when her lips part.
Kiana pulls the head of my cock into her mouth and begins to move her tongue against the bottom as she glides along my shaft. I can sense inexperience, but there’s enough determination to overcome it. The pleasure begins to surge through my body, and I have to put a hand on the wall to steady myself. The other hand rests on Kiana’s head, fingers tangled in her beautiful curls.
“Goddamn that feels good.” My breath gets caught in my throat for a moment.
Kiana quickly moves her lips along my shaft until my entire cock is buried in her throat. Her mouth is wet and warm, my personal nirvana until I explode. I want to, but it is so good I resist the urge to ball my fist and hammer her with my cock. I just let her work those soft, delicate lips at her pace, savoring every second as the tension builds up inside me. I hold on for several minutes before the pressure in my balls tells me that I won’t be able to resist any longer.
“You’re about to make me come…” I prepare to pull my cock away from her mouth—to spill my seed elsewhere—but she moves her lips faster.
Her moan is an invitation for me to come in her throat. I can’t resist. I drive my cock deep and feel the rush through my shaft before my seed explodes in her willing mouth. She immediately begins to swallow. I use my momentum to rub the head against her tongue as she devours the last few drops of my lust. I’m spent, but fuck if I didn’t enjoy every second of it.
One hell of a way to get ready for work. I wouldn’t complain if those lips were mine every damn morning.
“I hope I didn’t make you late for work.” Kiana leans back and grins.
“Nah, I’m the boss.” I laugh and lean past her to start the shower. “I’ve got all the time the world.”
Because we’re just getting started.
And it’s one more moment when I get to delay the inevitable discussion we need to have before I go.
Chapter Thirteen
Kiana
Am I living in a dream?
Is this real? Are every one of my fantasies finally coming true?
Bram took my virginity, and when the sun came up, I woke up alone in his bed. I was scared when I walked down the stairs. Scared that I would find out it was all in my head, or what was so special to me was a normal evening for him. I remember how he used to be. A new girl on his arm almost every time I got to meet the one he shared his bed with. Now I’m one of them. But I don’t want to be discarded like all of the others. I want it to be as real as it is in my imagination—the way it is in my fantasies.
It certainly seems like that could be the case. Have others been where I am? Hoping it could be more than just one night? I accepted that risk when I climbed into his bed, but now I don’t know how to come to terms with that reality.
And here I thought my biggest worry would be making sure my parents never find out…
“I think you can take this off now.” Bram pulls at the shirt I put on before I came downstairs for breakfast.
“You don’t want me to shower in it?” I grin at him and then peel it off.
“No.” He holds my hand and helps me into the shower. “Especially considering what I have planned.”
“What’s that?” I try to turn so I can face him, but he pushes me against the wall.
“Second place gets a prize too.” He slides his hand down my body and I feel his cock pressing against my pussy from behind.
“I think I’m going to like this prize…” I gasp as he begins to enter me.
I’m wet from being on my knees for him. It turned me on a lot more than I expected, but I was ready to handle that problem myself when I got home. Now I don’t have to—my prize will be one that we both enjoy. Bram gives me a couple of gentle thrusts and then goes deeper. It’s easier than it was last night. My body already knows what to expect when it feels him—how to get ready to experience pleasure—and I crave it just like I did the first time he was inside me.
“You’re the real prize.” Bram’s arms wrap around me. “And I don’t want to let you go.”
His cock thrusts into me as he whispers that into my ear. Does he mean it? Am I different from the girls who used to adorn his arm? Maybe. Or maybe they’ve heard these promises and watched them turn into lies. Time will be the reveal all, but it isn’t exactly working in my favor. I wish it was different, but the harsh reality is that I’m taking the stage tonight—I’m taking off my clothes for strangers instead of the man that is currently fucking me. I might just have to go behind the curtain with one of them too.
But I won’t enjoy it. It won’t mean a damn thing.
This does.
“Oh god…” I moan as his thrusts get faster.
The water rains down on us. I’m wetter. I feel the pressure building inside of me. The time on my knees was foreplay for the both of us, and I can feel Bram’s throbs matching the surges of pleasure that swarm from my g-spot. We’re in the moment—our moment. It’s magical, amazing, and a continuation of a fantasy I never thought would come true. But it has.
“I want to feel you come.” It’s a command. My body obeys.
“Yes…” I lean my head against the wall as my body buzzes with pleasure.
My pussy spasms on his length, and I feel him begin to explode. Mutual bliss. So damn beautiful. He comes inside me, and I drain him with my lust. The peak sends me soaring, and I coast on it until I start to come down. His thrusts get slower. I descend on his cock until he’s deep, and he stays there as the last passionate convulsion subsides. The shower washes away the love we’ve made until there’s nothing left except the emotions in the air.
“I always wanted to be yours,” I sputter my words against the water.
“You are.” He squeezes me tight.
I want to believe it. Our bodies have become one, and our hearts could follow—if that’s possible. There are so many complications. I try to force them out of my head as we exist in our moment.
Bram reaches for the soap and lathers me up. I take it from him and trace his muscles with my fingers—just feeling them makes me crave more passion. It’ll feel like a lifetime until I’m his arms again. The realization makes my stomach twist into a knot. Is that love? Maybe it’s just lust. I don’t know the difference. This has been my fantasy for so long, but it’s still so new.
We take turns tracing, teasing, and letting the soap move against our skin. He washes my hair, and it feels so sensual that I just want to be in his arms. My pussy is wet when he turns the water off. I still want him. His cock indicates I’m not the
only one who feels the pull.
Bram reaches for a towel and dries me off. It’s a sign that our time is coming to an end. I hate it, but I understand that life must go on—in different directions, with hope for us to come together again. I’ll believe in it. I hope he does too.
“Is it going to be a busy day at the office?” I try to make small talk—I don’t know what else to say, I’m simply filling the void that we have left.
“Probably.” Bram nods. “We just signed a new client, and I need to make sure he makes money.”
“I remember those clients…” I put on my clothes. “Well, as much as I could understand when it was the topic of conversation at the dinner table.”
“A lot has changed since then.” Bram slides on his pants and picks up his belt. “It was easier when I had your father’s genius mind to point me in the right direction.”
“I doubt that.” I roll my eyes.
“It’s true.” Bram turns toward me and pulls on his shirt. “He understood how everything worked. I just had the money to make it happen…”
“I’m sure you do fine on your own.” I can’t imagine a world where my father makes good decisions. I’ve never lived in it.
“Sometimes.” He shrugs and reaches for his tie.
I wait for Bram to get dressed. He looks so fucking good in a suit. He always has. I have to fight the desire to remove it one piece at a time until we’re naked on the bed. I have the time, but he doesn’t. He has people who depend on him. Only one person depends on me—my brother. I can’t lose sight of it. My relationship with Bram is a side-step into the best distraction imaginable, but my responsibilities still exist; even if he thinks it shouldn’t be my burden to shoulder.
“Do you think you can drop me off at my apartment on your way to the office?” I reach for my purse.
“No.” Bram’s voice lowers.
“Wow, really?” I’m taken aback. He won’t even drive me home? “I guess I can get a cab…”
“That’s not necessary.” He shakes his head and turns toward me.
“I have to get home somehow.” I dig my phone out of my purse.
“You can stay here.” Bram walks over and takes my phone before I realize what he’s doing.
“Not for long.” I motion for him to give me phone. “I have to work tonight.”
“Not tonight.” He pushes my phone into his pocket.
“Bram, seriously…” I stand up. “I told you why—I don’t have a choice.”
“I do.” He folds his arms across his chest. “You’re done with that.”
I stare at him for a moment, mostly in disbelief. I was honest. I told him what was at stake. What we shared was incredible, but it doesn’t mean I can just upend everything and put my brother’s life at risk.
“Give me my phone.” I try to keep my composure. “You don’t have to drive me, but I need to call a cab.”
“I’m going to handle this for you and your brother.” Bram maintains his stoic, steel stance in front of me.
“You can’t. Mr. Diaz expects to be paid, and he’s been checking to make sure I’m at he club. If I’m not there…” My words trail off, and a sick feeling stirs in my stomach.
“If he expects to be paid, then he doesn’t need to come to you for his money. Not anymore.” Bram lowers his arms and walks to the door. “I’m going to make sure he understands that.”
My thoughts immediately go to the worst-case scenario. Mr. Diaz, angry about the sudden change in terms, taking it out on my brother. I can’t let that happen.
“Bram, no—stop!” I rush to him and block the door.
“You just need to trust me, Kiana.” He puts his hands on my shoulders and gently moves me out of the way, which isn’t that difficult considering the size difference between us.
His hand goes into his pocket, and he pulls out a key. As soon as he reaches for the doorknob, I realize he intends to lock me in his bedroom. I can’t let that happen. I grab at his hand and try to take the key from him. He resists and pulls the door open. My mind goes to a dark place—a place where fight or flight takes over, and I realize I will have to do something drastic if I’m going to protect my brother.
I’ve never been in a fight or resorted to violence, but something inside of me snaps. Bram tries to close the door, and I lunge at him. I swing my arms wildly. He simply absorbs the first two shots I take at him, and they bounce off his broad shoulders. He catches me around the waist and lifts me up. Two seconds later, I’m gently dropped on the bed.
“Stop!” Bram’s tone is fiercer than I’ve ever heard, and he presses down on my shoulders to make sure I can’t fight back. “I’m trying to do what is best for you here. I know you think you can solve this problem on your own, and you’ve done a damn good job of it, but you’re not doing that anymore!”
“You don’t understand!” I try to squirm free. “Mr. Diaz made the deal with me! If you show up, he could hurt Hudson!”
“Not if he wants to get paid…” Bram lifts up and lets go of my shoulders.
Maybe he thought I was done fighting. I’m not. The instant my arms are free, I swing at him—two more shots that he easily absorbs on his chest, but the third—the third goes higher, and my fingernail catches him under his eye. It leaves a gash that immediately starts to bleed. It stuns me for a second—stuns him as well. I recover from it before he does.
This is my chance to escape. Bram takes a step back and puts his hand to his face. I dart past him the second he pulls his hand away and sees blood. I don’t make it far—only as far as the door. Bram catches me around the waist and drags me back to the bed. I swing, ball my fists, hammer them into his back, but they might as well be drops of rain to him.
“I may not be your father…” Bram grabs my arms. “But if you hit me again, you’re going over my knee!”
“What?!” I blink in surprise.
“You heard me.” Bram pushes me back against the bed and walks toward the door.
I don’t react. I stay on the bed with his threat hanging in the air. The door slams, and I hear it lock. By the time I snap back to reality, it’s too late. I run to the door and try to open it, but the hopelessness of the situation quickly sets in. I still pound on it. Scream. There’s no response from the other side. I sink to the floor, and tears fill my eyes.
I never should’ve never come here.
I never should’ve gotten into Bram’s car.
Now I’ve put my brother is serious danger, and there’s nothing I can do to fix it.
I really am a disappointment to everyone who depends on me…
Chapter Fourteen
Bram
I leave my house angry. Not because Kiana hit me. Not even because she drew blood. I’m angry at myself for losing control, for threatening her, and for meaning what I said. I wish I could say I didn’t, but she pushed me to the breaking point.
All I’m trying to do is protect her.
Protect her brother. Fix this fucking mess they’re both in.
She doesn’t get it. Her pride has put blinders over her eyes. She’s come to terms with what she has to do to keep making payment to Mr. Diaz, but it’s a dangerous road that will never get safer. I see that. I wish she could too. Mr. Diaz, and Max by extension, have turned her body into a commodity that is bought and sold.
Sure, it could all turn out for the best, and the only thing she ever does is dance on the stage or behind the curtain. But what if someone wants more? What if they offer more? I don’t want to think about that, or allow her to put herself in that position. People who are taken beyond their comfort zone out of desperation and obligation don’t always make the right choices.
So I’ll make them for her. I’ll fix this problem. It’s not my responsibility, but I’m choosing to take control of the situation. Because last night meant something to me, and I don’t want it to be the last one I share with Kiana. Maybe I’ve already fucked that up, and she won’t forgive me for threatening her, but at least I’ll be able to sleep
at night; even if it’s in an empty bed. She’ll be safe. That’s what matters.
“Good morning, Mr. Ward.” Joanna greets me with a hot cup of coffee and a smile.
“Good morning.” I take the coffee. “Please call Keaton for me and set up a meeting for this afternoon.”
“Keaton?” She blinks in surprise. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, this is a personal matter.” I nod and walk to my office.
Keaton Ramsey. He’s my go-to guy when I need someone with an edge. He’s ex-Military like me—a former Navy SEAL who adapted to civilian life by starting a security firm. Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve chosen a profession that still lets me carry a gun, especially at a time like this.
I normally only call Keaton when I have a high-profile client in town who feels like they need protection. That’s rare these days. Lawson was the one who could always land those clients, and most of them took their money elsewhere after he left the company. I hated losing the investors, but I don’t miss the chaos of having people like that around the office on a regular basis.
“Mr. Ward?” Joanna pushes my door open. “I talked with someone at the security firm. Mr. Ramsey has an opening this afternoon if you can go to his office.”
“I can.” I give her a nod. “Book the appointment.”
“Yes, sir.” She smiles and closes my door.
I could unlock my gun cabinet and pay Mr. Diaz a visit on my own, but I’d prefer to do things the right way. One thing I’ve learned from dealing with Keaton over the years is that there is a hierarchy in this city. The man who sits at the head of the hierarchy is a guy named Giovanni De Luca. Keaton knows him. M they’re friends; I don’t know. I do know that I need to find out where Mr. Diaz falls in the hierarchy before I pick a fight with the wrong fucking people.
Hopefully it won’t come to that.
But it’s better to be prepared, just in case.
“Bram! It’s been a while!” Keaton stands up from his desk when I walk into his office.
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