But I have to be patient. I have to wait for Jocko.
I can’t risk my daughter, even if I’m already betraying her by studying the voluptuous perfection of my woman’s body.
Chapter Seven
Kelly
“Are you still not feeling any better?” Lena asks me the next morning, standing next to my bed with a concerned look on her face.
Guilt spikes through me in hot embers.
When I returned to the apartment yesterday morning and Lena asked me why I was back, all I could think of was to blurt I wasn’t feeling well.
It’s the first time I’ve ever lied to my best friend.
Sure, I’ve omitted plenty of things – like my lifelong crush on her dad – but I’ve never come right out and told a lie.
I sit up in bed, smiling at her. “I’m not too bad this morning. I might go out on the balcony for some fresh air.”
“You better be quick,” Lena teases. “I’m fixing to do another writing sprint.”
Despite the lust heating up my belly – the same lust that has made every inch of me tingle and shiver with need since Kane kissed me – I can’t help but smile at the manic energy on Lena’s face. She’s in the zone, as she likes to call it, that place where the words are pouring out of her and she doesn’t even want to stop for sleep.
“I will.”
I climb out of bed and together we walk into the living room.
My body feels heavy with tiredness. Sleep was impossible last night, so much weighing on me, so much surging around me.
If I wasn’t thinking about how sick and rotten it is that I had to lie to Lena, I was reliving the way Kane’s lips tasted, the way our bodies fused together, as my nipples tingled with lust.
And then there were his words.
We’re in public.
Shame, or guilt over his daughter?
Not knowing is causing my thoughts to spin around and around like some broken fairground ride.
I wander out onto the balcony, into the early-morning Maltese sun. The city is quiet and the air is fresh, despite the heat. I inhale it and close my eyes, letting the sunlight glow on my eyelids. It infuses me.
And it makes me think of Kane, but then everything does every little thing.
Opening my eyes, I spot something glinting from a building on the other side of the tiny city.
My belly tightens as a thought slams into me. This is the sign Kane mentioned, the sign he’d give me to let me know it’s time to see each other again. My clit throbs, the same way it did all night, but I didn’t let my hands slide between my legs and tease it as I normally would.
I lied to Lena. Was I really going to touch myself over her dad too?
Sure, I’d done it countless times before. But that was never after I kissed him.
The glinting goes on and on, as though somebody is angling a piece of glass in my direction.
It must be Kane, hiding in the window of one of the taller apartments. I narrow my eyes and try to make out any sign of a person behind the window, but all I can see is the shimmering of the light.
Swallowing, nerves boil through me as I turn back to the apartment and join Lena in the kitchen. She’s humming under her breath, completely oblivious to what’s going on.
The crazy urge to tell her bubbles up inside of me… about her dad being alive, about the kiss, about everything.
But then she turns to me with her eyebrow cocked and a ready-to-write look on her face, an expression I recognize well.
I tell myself I don’t want to disturb her progress in her book. It’s important that she takes advantage of these bursts of inspiration when they come because sometimes she’ll go days – or weeks – without writing a single word. She’s that sort of writer.
But truthfully it’s the fear and the shame screaming through me, so loud I can barely hear reason, barely hear loyalty.
This is so wrong.
And yet I can’t stop thinking about Kane and the way he growled, his hands squeezing onto my ass and leaving marks on my skin. It’s only been a day, but it feels like a year since we kissed.
“I’m going to go for a walk,” I say, struggling hard to stop my voice from trembling. “Get some early-morning fresh air.”
“That sounds like a great idea.” She smiles widely. “Have fun.”
I walk through the city, toward the general direction of the glinting light, but I must take a wrong turning because I end up in a dead-end, bordered on all sides by buildings.
When I turn to walk back the way I came, I let out a gasp and clamp my hand over my mouth.
My heartbeat immediately starts hammering in my chest, pounding against my ribcage like it’s trying to break it.
Kane walks forward with his eyes glimmering, his lips twisted into a feral smirk. He’s wearing a T-shirt with light flecks of sweat on it, causing it to stick to his bulging chest, his arm muscles heaving and shifting as he moves toward me. He looks like a beast, ready to let out a carnal roar and charge at me any second.
“The light was just to make you leave the apartment,” he says, a joking note in his gruff voice. “I knew you’d get lost. This place is like a maze.”
“Is Lena…”
He nods as he comes to a stop bare inches from me, letting his musky scent wash over me, whirling around me with so much temptation I can hardly bear to look at him.
“She’s safe. My contact arrived from the States and he’s watching the apartment. He’s watching the entrance to the city. If anybody tries anything, he’ll have her out of there before they arrive.”
“So are you going to explain why…”
I whimper as he lunges forward, his hands firm and rough on my hips, smashing our bodies together as his lips once again collide with mine.
Frantic rushing need barrels through me, our mouths opening, our tongues clashing as we sink into each other, as my hands move automatically up to his shoulders.
Squeezing down, I feel how firm he is, his muscles rock solid, as hard as his manhood which is pressed against my stomach. I shift back and forth, whimpering as I feel how stiff and eager he is, just like I always dreamed he’d be.
“Not here,” he gasps, breaking it off.
“Because you don’t want to be seen with me.” I can’t stop the bitterness from entering my voice. “Because we’re in public.”
He squeezes down on my ass, causing me to shift against him, grinding back and forth as the euphoric sensations move up and down my body. “What’s got you so sassy, eh?”
“Are you ashamed of me?” I blurt, unable to stop myself.
“Is that why you think I don’t want to kiss you in public?” His hand keeps rubbing my ass, making it impossible to speak. The only noises I can make are moans, whimpers of pure unfettered pleasure. “I asked you a question, Kelly.”
“Yes.” I breathe shakily. “Is that not it?”
“Not even fucking close. It’s because I know I’ll lose control. It’s because all I can think about is how tight and hot your slit is, and how you’re going to cream all over my cock when I slide up inside of you. It’s because…”
He pauses, his eyes seeming to darken for a moment.
“What?” I urge, even if I know it’s wrong, even if I know there’s no coming back from this.
“It’s because you’re mine,” he snarls.
The words thunder through me, causing my insides to sizzle with fireworks, the fireworks I’ve tried to keep repressed ever since I started crushing on my best friend’s dad.
But when his hands are making deep impressions on my ass cheeks, I can’t listen to reason.
“What do you mean, yours?” I whisper.
He shakes his head slowly. “I can’t have this conversation here. I’ll lose control. We’re going back to my apartment.”
“You’re staying in Medina too?” I ask.
He nods gruffly. “I wasn’t planning on it, but I rented an apartment after the showdown with that Bratva fuck.”
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�What about Lena?”
“Lena is safe,” he snaps, a primal tone in his voice. “I wouldn’t leave her without help if I thought there was even a one percent chance something would happen to her.”
That isn’t what I meant.
I will myself to say, No, what about when she finds out? We can’t betray her.
But when he takes my hand in his and leads me toward the street, I don’t fight him.
I’ve dreamed of belonging to Kane Konstantinov for so long, and now my dreams are coming true. My body sings at the thought, willing me to leap on him, to slide down him and sit down on his throbbing manhood, taking every inch until he’s buried deep inside of me and ready to explode.
Oh, freaking heck, Lena. I’m so sorry.
Chapter Eight
Kane
I couldn’t fight this feeling if I wanted to, this burning need to claim her, to paint her with my lust, making every inch of her curvy body lust-red and ready to be fucked, ready to be savaged by the beast inside of me.
Pushing open the door to my rented apartment, I gesture inside. It’s a simple three-room affair, with a couch pushed against the wall and the ceiling fan whirring. It’s nothing like the swanky home I dream of buying her – the home I’ll fill with our family and laughter – but it’ll have to do for now.
Because I can’t stop.
After I lock the door behind us, I surge forward, compelled by a force of nature I can’t begin to understand. My manhood throbs and the ancient beast inside of me howls, my seed surging up my shaft, roaring at me to claim her, now, now, fucking now.
“Kane—”
She gasps as I grab her from behind, smoothing one hand down to her ass and the other around to the front of her dress, wedging it between her thighs.
She wriggles against me as I stroke up, pushing against her dress so I can feel the wetness of her pussy, seeping invitingly through the fabric.
“You’re already soaked,” I snarl in her ear, leaning down so I can press my manhood against her round juicy ass. She shifts against me, instinct driving her as much as it drives me. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since we kissed, how wet you’d be, how ready.”
“Me too.” She gasps, grinding up and down, her young curvy body spurred into action. “But…”
“No.” My voice is firm, the voice of a man in charge. “No explanations. No doubts. None of that until I’ve tasted your sweet hot young pussy and made you cream. On the couch, now. Bend over so I can see that ass.”
“Kane—”
“Now,” I roar, as atavistic passion moves through me, feeling like a hunter who’s ready to fight and kill to protect his woman.
She gasps, looking alluringly over her shoulder at me as she walks over to the couch. The curtains are drawn, but they’re thin and light filters through, shining on her voluptuous perfection as she bends over the couch, digging her fingernails into the fabric.
“Like this?” she murmurs.
I snarl as I stalk forward, forcing myself to move slowly unless something shatters in me, unless I can’t hold back anymore and I end up pulling out my thick manhood and forcing myself inside of her straight away.
I need to get my woman warmed up first, get her young slit nice and ready for my throbbing dick.
“Exactly like that.” I move my hands down and lift the hem of her dress, up, up until its hiked around her hips, revealing the round globes of her thick ass cheeks. “Oh, fuck. Move that ass back. Grind against my dick.”
“Kane, there’s something I need to tell you…”
She trails off in whimpering moans when I press my palm against her pussy, rubbing up and down. She’s so wet her juices smear against me even through her panties, making my palm slick.
“There’s nothing you need to do except be a good girl and get ready to come for me. Can you do that, Kelly? Hmm?”
I slide down her panties slowly, almost losing control when I can feel how her stickiness clings to them, trying to stop the movement. I pull them all the way down to her knees and then let them slide the rest of the way.
“Stay like that,” I snarl, hardly able to force the words out as I stand back and gaze at her.
The pale sunlight shines on her round ass, and her pussy – her thick beautiful lips and her enflamed clit and her winking pink hole – glistens temptingly.
Moving forward, I fall to my knees and bring my hands up, burying them in her flesh.
Her scent washes over me, through me as I bring my face to her pussy, inhaling deeply as my seed riots and cheers inside of me, roaring at me that this is it – the moment I find the woman I didn’t even know I was looking for.
She tastes as perfect as she smells, my tongue sliding from her clit to her hole and then flicking back and forth. I can feel her pleasure through the way her ass cheeks shiver in my hands, her whole body bucking and rocking as I lick quicker, with more feral possession burning through the movements.
She’s so damn receptive, every tongue stroke provoking an answering shimmer inside of her, making her full flesh tremble captivatingly.
“Oh, oh,” she whimpers.
“You horny fucking thing,” I snarl, as her pussy gets even tangier and sweeter, thick juices sliding down her legs. “Are you close already? Are you getting that nice young pussy ready for my cock?”
“Kane… Ahhhhhhh.”
Her voice fills the air when I slide my tongue inside of her, pushing my face forward so I’m completely consumed by her pussy, her scent, and her taste all that exists for me. My cock gets harder and harder the further I go until I’m buried right up to my mouth.
I move my tongue around in circles, stroking her precious pussy as her hole flutters around me.
Then, as her pleasure-filled moans get even more strangled – as I feel her getting closer and closer to the edge – I withdraw my tongue and move it back to her clit. She damn near erupts when I flick my tongue back and forth with carnal speed, provoking even more shivers through her curvaceous flesh, her ass dancing for me.
I squeeze harder, licking faster until she’s like a volcano about to erupt.
“You’re going to be so fucking slick when you’ve creamed down these thick beautiful thighs,” I growl. “So ready to take my cock. I’m going to pound you hard, you horny young thing, like you, deserve, like you need.”
“Kane…”
I attack her clit again and she begins to buck and writhe against me, her voice becoming strangled and hollow as she writhes back and forth, the reverberations moving through her whole body as her orgasm threatens to overtake her.
She gasps and then her breath cuts short. I keep licking her, snarling with each movement, my cock aching as my helm is pressed against my shorts. My balls feel like stones as she hovers in the pre-orgasm place.
Then she collapses forward and begins to vibrate, her whole body moving onto the couch.
I follow the flow of her movements, keeping my lips fused to her pussy the whole time, my tongue pressed inexorably against her clit, stroking up and down, side to side as she cries out and then buries her face in the cushions.
“Hmm, hmm,” she whimpers, as her needy little clit shivers against my tongue, seeming to swell with her sexy-as-fuck desire.
Her cream flows just like I knew it would, pretty rivers of it cascading onto my tongue, onto the couch, over her thighs, making her glisten even more than she already was.
When I feel her coming down, her orgasm passing, I rear back and reach for my shorts. I need to free myself, to unleash my thick throbbing cock and slip into her ready-for-it hole.
She gazes at me over her shoulder, wide-eyed and innocent, her eyes telling me she’s never been taken so brutally.
Good.
I want to make an impression on my woman, one she’ll never forget.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
“What does it look like?” I snap. “I’m claiming your tight slit. What the fuck did I say before? You belong to me. So I’m going to—
”
She shakes her head quickly. “Not like this.”
My hand pauses, even if it takes all the effort I possess. “What do you mean? Why?”
She sits up, causing something to shatter in my chest, as the seed-fueled animal inside of me tells me to take her now, forcefully, roughly, until she has no choice but to cream down the length of my shaft, but I force all the down.
“It’s too fast.” She sucks in a ragged breath. “I tried to tell you, Kane. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“Tell me what?” I ask confused.
“I’m a virgin.”
I let my hand drop. “Oh.”
Chapter Nine
Kelly
We sit at the small table in the corner of the apartment, Kane resting his forearms on it and making it look like a toy. After my revelation, he turned away as I silently put my panties back on, and now here we are, waiting for the other person to speak.
“Well?” I blurt eventually when I feel as though too much time has passed.
Oh, he’d said. What the heck sort of response is that? What am I supposed to do with that?
“When I said you belong to me,” he says, his eyes burning into me, his whole body bulging so that every tendon and muscle strains against his skin, “I meant it. I meant…”
“What?” I urge.
“The second I saw you step out of the taxi, Kelly—”
“Wait, you were watching us then?”
He smirks. “Why, you like the idea of me studying your curvy body when you don’t know about it, eh?”
A shiver moves through me, sensation whispering over my pussy, still raw from what we did, from how he made my wildest taboo fantasies come true.
I make myself nod even as ridiculous nerves move through me – ridiculous because of what we just did, of the stickiness between my thighs and the feeling of burning heat moving endlessly through me.
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