“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” I murmur.
He stalks to the end of the bed, his baggy shorts showing a clear outline of his throbbing manhood, even in the semidarkness.
“I tried to focus on reconnecting with Lena, on scouting the Bratva with Jocko, but I can’t stop thinking about you. My seed, Kelly, won’t leave me the hell alone. It roars inside of me. It tells me to claim you, to claim you right fucking now – every second of every day.”
I whimper as he reaches down, bringing his hand to my chest.
He slides his hand under my shirt and squeezes onto my naked breasts, groaning as he tweaks my nipples softly, making them tingle with his touch. “Goddamn, I need you. I need you so bad.”
“But what about—”
Lena, I was going to say, but then his lips fused to mine, and a week’s worth of anticipation blazes through me, my belly churning with heat as he massages my breasts. I reach up and grip onto his shoulders, squeezing down on his irrepressible muscles, as though the harder I squeeze, the more I convince myself this isn’t a dream.
His free hand slips under the covers and slides up my leg, his finger pushing against my sex. I moan through the kiss, wriggling against him as he finds my clit and rubs from side to side, sending waves of euphoria boiling through me.
“You receptive horny virgin,” he snarls, keeping his lips close to mine. “Have you been fantasizing about this all week, the same way I have?”
“Hmm,” I moan, nodding.
“We can’t fight it.” His voice is breathy, husky, as deep as a predator’s. “We can’t stop it. This is beyond us, Kelly. It comes from someplace deep, primal and feral, impossible to resist.”
“I know.” I whimper as he shifts his hand up and down my sex, smearing wetness across me, his hand wedged in my panties. “I need you so freaking much.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kane
This past week has been torture, trying to stop my gaze from flitting to Kelly as I reconnected with Lena, trying to tell myself I could fight the siren call that blared through me every second of every goddamn day.
Even when I’m riding my motorbike across Malta, scouting out the ports and the airport, she’s always at the edges of my mind, her juicy ass and her plump breasts and her shy sassy lips.
Her pussy is so hot against my hand as I rub, harder and faster, the base of my cock flaring and my helm pushing against my shorts.
“Grab my dick, Kelly,” I snarl. “Feel how hungry you make me.”
She whimpers and then bites down, stopping herself from screaming as I slide two fingers inside of her.
Her wetness is absolutely gorgeous, a flood of need drenching her panties, seeping out of her, and filling the room with her tangy scent. I finger her possessively, burying myself deep, stroking over and over.
“We can’t have sex,” she whispers, her voice strangled. “Not here.”
The animal inside of me rails at that, snapping at me to grab a fistful of her hair and push her face into the pillows, stroking my engorged manhood across her ass so she can feel the beastly need of my length, before slipping down and pushing up to my base into her tight pink hole.
But she’s right.
Our first time has to be somewhere she can fucking scream.
Lena’s room is on the other side of the house. We have to be quiet.
This is so wrong – and yet my cock pulses, aches, and throbs and tells me it’s right.
“Grab. My. Dick.”
She gasps and does as she’s told, reaching down and pressing her hand down on the front of my shorts. I almost let out a roar when I feel the nervousness of her touch, how unsure she is as she strokes her hand up and down.
“Take my cock out. Do it properly. Now.”
I push into her hot needy pussy with even more force, the squelching sound of her wetness filling the room, gorgeous noises that flood my balls with seed, that force my seed up my shaft to my tingling helm.
She fumbles with my shorts, leaning over the edge of the bed, the position made awkward because my fingers don’t stop their carnal passage inside of her.
But I don’t give a damn how awkward it is, not when she finally yanks my shorts down and my cock springs free, my veins pushing against my skin, my helm so swollen it looks like I’m ready to erupt. She whimpers as she grabs onto the base and strokes up to the tip.
“You’re so big.” Her voice shivers as I move my fingers in circles inside of her, massaging her sweet precious place. “How are you ever going to—”
“I’ll force myself into your virgin slit,” I snarl. “I’ll push and push until your young fertile body has no choice but to take me. And when you feel me swelling up inside of you, your innocent tight hole will have no choice but to open for me, to let me fuck you ragged, fuck you rough until you’re squirting down my length.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” she whimpers, her hips beginning to jerk, her grip becoming loose on my dick.
“That’s it. Good girl.” I move my fingers faster, with more feral fury. “Let it all out. All that need. All that excitement. Let it out like the horny virgin you are.”
She turns her face and bites down on her pillow, her luscious dark hair spilling across her cheek, beads of sweat sliding down her skin. The bed vibrates and creaks as pulsations move through her body, her hole fluttering around my fingers, a week’s worth of gorgeous cream squirting onto my hand and drenching the sheets.
“You’re an excited little thing,” I snarl in her ear, as she makes tempting hmm noises and nods through her euphoria. “You’re always ready to put on a show for me, aren’t you, you horny girl?”
“Yes, yes,” she breathes, orgiastic shivers moving through her. “Oh, God, right there… right there.”
Faster, more savagely, I rub her hot-as-fuck insides until her orgasm shatters and she’s left lying back on the bed, her chest rising and falling.
I snarl and grab her top, yanking it down so her big juicy breasts spill free.
“Oh, fuck…”
I fall upon them, taking one in my hand as I suck on the nipple of the other, and then I push them together and lean back to stare at how captivating they are.
“What can I do?” She moans as I massage. “I want to make you happy, Kane.”
I almost scream, Then bend over and show me that perfect fucking hole. Because drilling you like the receptive virgin you are is the only thing I need.
But I know she’s right about not having sex when Lena is only a few doors away.
Fuck, what am I doing?
I push the question away the second it arises.
This feels like the only thing I can do. My woman is too tempting. Her body is too perfect.
“Can I…”
She trails off, a flash of nervousness flashing across her features.
“What?” I snarl.
“Can I try, maybe…”
“Don’t get shy with me now,” I smirk. “What is it? Say it.”
“Can I try giving you a blowjob? I’ve never done it before, with anybody. Heck, I’ve never done anything with anybody.”
My cock jerks and my heartbeat picks up its pace, thundering through me, every part of me growing tense and hungry.
Standing up, I take my cock in my hand, squeezing tightly as I gaze down at her wide young eyes. “Do you need me to give you instructions?”
She bites her lip, nodding. “If you don’t mind?”
“It would be my pleasure. Sit on the edge of the bed and get ready to take my cock. And don’t even think about putting those big beautiful tits away.”
“Okay.” She wriggles into position, giving me a perfect view of her plump breasts, shimmering in the lowlight from where I sucked her greedy nipples. “Now what?”
“Grip my base and open that little mouth as wide as you can. Suck the end and go down as far as you can, but watch your teeth.”
“Okay, Kane. Oh, God, you’re so big.”
“Do it. Now.”
She reaches up with shyness marking her every movement, making her features tight as she curls her small hand around my monstrous girth. I groan and stare at her breasts, into her eyes… widening as she leans closer to my tip.
“Like this?”
She whimpers as she opens her mouth and pushes down on my dick, sliding her lips to the edge of my helm and up again.
“Exactly like that,” I snarl, as the heavenly warmth of her virgin mouth consumes me, as the feeling sizzles up and down my length.
She has no idea how much sexier her nerves make her, telling me she’s truly never done this before – that this side of her is for me and me alone. And I’m willing to kill to protect the sanctity of her sexual expression.
“You belong to me,” I growl, moving my hands down, sliding my fingers into her hair as I begin to rock back and forth. “Can you take it like this?”
She slides up to my tip, gasping. “Yeah. But not too hard. Not too deep.”
“It’s okay. I’ll take it slow.”
“Hmm.”
She rubs up and down my base as I slide in and out of her mouth, captivated by the way her eyes gaze up at me, two orbs of shock and obsession and curiosity.
I take it slow, snarling with each movement, obsessed by how hot her tongue is, by how she moans and whimpers as I keep thrusting. And then I can’t hold back anymore and I move faster, but I’m careful not to go too deep because I don’t want to choke my horny princess… not unless she wants me to, and that’s for one day in the future.
“Grab your tits,” I gasp, hardly able to force the words out as time does funny things. I’m not sure if she’s been sucking me for a minute or an hour. All I know is it’s goddamn heaven. “Pinch your nipples for me.”
“Hmm, hmm,” she moans, jerking my base as her free hand does as I command, grabbing and massaging her large gorgeous breasts.
I groan and collapse forward as my seed loses control, as it rushes up and explodes into her mouth.
She whimpers and then – oh, fuck – her throat starts to shift as she swallows, and swallows until my balls are empty and I collapse onto the bed.
“Fuck, Kelly,” I whisper, my voice shivering with savagery despite the low volume. “I didn’t expect you to swallow it.”
She shuffles closer to me, clawing onto my bare torso as she rests her cheek against my chest. “I saw how much it was turning you on. Did I do it okay, Kane?”
“Hush, sweet princess.” I kiss the top of her head, gripping onto her shoulder, hugging her close to me. “You did it perfectly. You are perfect.”
We stay like that for a long time, sitting in semidarkness and silence, neither of us willing to give voice to the torrent of impossibilities swirling around the moment.
Now that we know we can’t resist each other, what the hell are we going to do?
Chapter Seventeen
Kelly
I close my eyes and try to savor the moment, his musky scent hovering around me, through me, his heartbeat pounding against my ear.
But my thoughts won’t stop their invasion into my mind – telling me this is wrong, this is going to end in flames. Lena’s room is right down the hall and I can still taste her dad’s seed in my mouth, still see the way his face twisted in carnal release as he exploded.
“What are we going to do, Kane?” I whisper.
He laughs gruffly.
“What’s so funny?”
“Calm down, sassy,” he teases, nudging me playfully. “It’s just that I was thinking the exact same thing. Here we both are, pretending to ignore how complicated this situation is. But we can’t, can we?”
“I can’t see how this ends without breaking Lena’s heart.”
“We have to tell her,” Kane says firmly.
I gasp, leaning back so I can stare up at him. “Are you crazy?”
“What’s the alternative?” he says.
“We wait,” I blurt out, not even sure what I mean. “Because, because…”
I can’t stop thinking about the way Lena’s face will warp when we tell her about this, about this soul-changing feeling I share with her father. Surely she’s going to tell me she hates me, she never wants to see me again.
“I can’t lose her,” I whisper. “We haven’t even been on a date.”
“What difference would that make?”
There’s a note of uncertainty in his voice too, but it doesn’t come from anything to do with our closeness, with the heat blazing between us. I can read him so freaking well. The uncertainty comes from the same place that shivers through me – fear of what’s going to happen when Lena finds out.
“Maybe we’ll go on a date and you’ll discover you find me really boring,” I tell him.
He chuckles grimly, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. “You were the most interesting woman I’d ever met from the moment I laid eyes on you, Kelly. Before we even spoke. I highly doubt that’s going to happen.”
“But you don’t know, do you?” I sass him.
I know what we’re doing. We’re retreating from the problem, making it so we don’t have to face the true reality of our problems.
“I would love to take you on a date.” His voice gets even deeper, full of carnal intent. “You deserve to be treated like the princess you are, not to sneak around like this. But until we deal with this Russian situation…”
“I can wait,” I murmur, even as my head screams at me that I’m a liar, screams at me to sit on his lap and grind my orgasm-soaked pussy against him until he slips inside of me, grinding up, up, deeper until he explodes and I’m left shivering with the release.
“Are you sure?” he snarls.
“No,” I whimper. “But what choice do we have?”
He smooths the hair from my face, causing tingles to dance over my skin. “You’re so damn beautiful, Kelly. I can’t wait to see which of your features our children inherit. I can’t wait to see your smile in their faces, your hopeful eyes staring back at me. I can’t wait to listen to you sing to them, filling the room with your love.”
Love.
The word barrels into me violently, as distantly a dog yaps into the night air and everything else is still, calm. But there’s an inferno raging through me, more potent than anything I’ve ever felt, claiming every inch of me as possessively as Kane did when he had his hands between my legs.
Love.
Is it possible to fall in love over the course of a week, and most of that time spent exchanging secret glances, fighting inner battles?
But that’s not the right question, my head screams.
I’ve always loved Kane.
So the right question is… is it possible for him to fall in love in a week?
“I’m not sure about the singing.” I giggle quietly, aware I’m changing the subject from the messy and confusing L-word because there’s no freaking way I’m going to risk saying that first. “I hate singing in front of other people.”
“You never used to,” he muses. “I remember how you used to carry that karaoke machine around…”
“Well, I’d sing in front of Lena, and if you happened to be there, then you’d hear me too. I actually had this—no, it doesn’t matter.”
I shake my head, forcing away the past, the silliness of the memory seeming doubly insane with Kane’s arm around me.
“Don’t you dare leave me hanging like that, princess.” He chuckles, still keeping his voice low as his hand tightens on my shoulder, squeezing with possessive propriety. “What were you going to say?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“That makes me want to know even more.” He smirks down at me, wolfish eyes glinting in the semidarkness. “Or are you going to make me tickle it out of you, eh?”
“No, no,” I say, smiling even as a note of trepidation runs through me.
Tickling might make me laugh too loudly, alerting Lena to the fact I’m still awake… and maybe she’ll wander to the door and I’ll be forced to lie directly to her face, lie ev
en more than I already have.
God, what a mess.
“Basically, I used to have this fantasy that you’d climb out of the swimming pool and swagger over, you know, with water dripping down your body. And then you’d tell me I had the best voice in the world and you wanted a private performance and…”
A shiver moves through me, my sex quivering at what we did, as more lust-filled thoughts travel through my head.
“That would’ve been impossible, for obvious reasons,” he says. “But it doesn’t have to be now. I’d love a private performance.”
There’s that word again, sending impossible contentment shattering through me, threatening to make me scream with all the pent-up pressure.
“I don’t think it would be the best idea right now.”
“No.” His eyes darkened, becoming intense. “Not right this moment. But on our date… I think I’m going to make you sing for me, and if you don’t - I might have to bend you over and spank that round juicy ass of yours.”
“Juicy,” I murmur. “You mean—”
“I meant what I said,” he snaps. “And if I ever hear you talk negatively about your perfect body, princess, I’m not going to be fucking happy. Understand?”
His muscles expand and tendons bulge in his neck as passion blazes through him.
Reaching up, I paw at his chest, feeling like my fingernails could snap on his boulder-like pectorals.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”
“I just hate the thought of you ever doubting how sexy, how beautiful, how perfect you are.”
“I’ve never thought of myself as perfect,” I murmur.
He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close, my cheek resting against the firmness of his chest. His lips press against the top of my head as he inhales for a long moment, as though savoring the feeling of me against him – as though he knows this could end before it has a chance to properly begin.
It has begun, a voice says inside of me. And there’s no going back.
“I hate that you’ve never thought of yourself as beautiful, Kelly. I don’t want you to doubt that anymore.”
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