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Dirty Secret

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by Chelle Bliss

She turns to face me with nothing but seriousness in her expression. “Remember that with Eva. No matter how much you think you’re in control, you’re not. You’re too busy trying to fuck her to think clearly. You told me never to get too close to anyone, but you’re breaking all your own rules. Don’t let pussy cloud your judgment like it’s clouding Connor’s.”

  Instead of screaming at her like a child, I brush my lips against her forehead and sigh. “I won’t, babe. Don’t get yourself in a spot that you can’t get out of with him. It’s easy to get so caught up in a situation that you can’t see when you’re being played.”

  As I start to pull away, she wraps an arm around my back and puts her ear next to mine. “Live by your own words, Nix. I don’t have a good feeling about her. Your game is just as dangerous as mine.”

  “I know,” I admit to her, shocked that I actually agree with something Coco said. “Call me in the morning so I know you’re okay, please.”

  “I will.” Her lips touch my cheek ever so gently as she drops her hand from my back and the other turns the door handle. “Love you,” she whispers.

  “You too, kid.” I smile, and some of my anger melts away. Not enough to calm me, but just enough that I don’t feel the urge to follow her tonight and murder Connor to keep her away from him.

  When the door swings open, I drag my eyes to the thing that makes Coco snarl like a rabid dog. To my shock, Kennedy is standing there with her fist in the air, ready to knock.

  “Hi,” Kennedy says, her eyes sweeping between Coco and me.

  “Showed your face, finally?” Coco snaps.

  Kennedy ignores her and stares only at me. “Nix.”

  Coco points at Kennedy, glancing over her shoulder at me with disdain written all over her face. “You got this?”

  I know what she’s telling me without repeating it in front of mixed company, and I nod as I hold Kennedy’s gaze. “I got it. You can go, Coco. We’ll be fine.”

  Coco steps closer to Kennedy. I can’t see Coco’s face, but I know it isn’t sweet. “You don’t deserve him.” Kennedy smiles up at her, unafraid of the pink-eyeglasses-wearing woman in front of her. When Kennedy doesn’t take the bait, Coco brushes past her, knocking into her shoulder, causing Kennedy’s body to rock backward.

  I turn my back, leaving Kennedy in the hallway without a word. I’m cursing under my breath as I stalk toward the living room, trying to control the rage that’s bubbling in my system. She’s behind me, her heels clicking against the floor as she follows me.

  “Nix, I’m sorry,” she whispers behind me, but I do nothing. I’m too mad that I’ll say something I regret.

  Anger isn’t an emotion I’m used to having when it comes to women. Besides Coco, I’ve never cared about anyone of the opposite sex. I know with Kennedy that I can’t let my emotions get the better of me. I need information. If I blow up now, I’ll never figure out what her game is. I need to play it cool, bide my time, and make her confess all her sins to me.

  I take a deep breath and stare out the windows, overlooking the city nightscape. “Where have you been, Kennedy?”

  She comes to a stop behind me and places her hand on my back near my shoulder. “I had things to do. I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

  “Things to do?” I can hear the aggravation in my voice.

  “Yeah.” Her hand slowly sweeps down my back. “Family things I had to take care of.”

  I turn to face her, her hand coming to rest in the middle of my chest, and wipe the angry scowl off my face. Lure her in, Nix. Make her comfortable. “Everything okay?”

  Her eyes dip to the floor, and her hand tightens in my shirt. “Everything went fine. My dad’s an asshole, but everyone knows that.”

  “Why didn’t you call? I was worried.” It’s not a lie, and even though I don’t buy her family story, I want to see how she’ll wriggle her way out of it.

  “He has a place in the mountains. It gets zero reception. I tried a few times, but I couldn’t connect.” Her hand slides up my chest and comes to a rest on my neck. “I missed you.”

  I leave out the bit about pinging her phone and the fact that I don’t believe a word coming out of her mouth as I pull her into my arms. “I missed you too.” Leaning down, I press my mouth to hers, relishing the taste and feel of her.

  Her kiss is sweet and soft with her tongue sweeping lightly against my lips. Mine is demanding and laced with anger as I nip at her bottom lip until she whimpers. Moving my hands to her face, I pull away enough to see her eyes. “You can’t just disappear like that. I thought Hassan got a hold of you.”

  “He didn’t,” she whispers without so much as a blink.

  I study her face, letting my thumbs glide across her makeup-covered cheeks. “I imagined the worst.”

  She places her hand on mine, stilling my movement. “I can take care of myself, Nix. I told you that.”

  My fingers press deeper into her skin, my grip growing fierce, and she winces and tries to pull away. “What’s this?” I ask as a purplish bruise peeks through her thick concealer, and I turn her face to the side to get a better view.

  “It’s nothing,” she tries even harder, pushing against my chest, but she can’t break my hold.

  I lean in, bringing my eyes to the very spot that’s now bare and bruised. My lips are close to hers, and her breathing is ragged and panicked. “What the fuck happened to you, Kennedy?”

  “I walked into something.”

  My gaze narrows and hardens. “Something?”

  “A wall. I walked into a wall. Okay?” She closes her eyes, avoiding me.

  “This is not from a wall.”

  “It is,” she argues and tries once again to get free of my grasp, gasping when I actually let go and give her some space. “It’s no big deal. I’m clumsy sometimes…”

  Before she can say anything more, I grab her arm and wrap my arm around the back of her legs, hoisting her into the air and over my shoulder. She yelps and pushes with all her might to slide down my body, but I hold firm. “We need to chat.”

  “It was a fucking wall,” she yells and tries to kick me, but I have her legs too far out from my body with her face down near my ass. “Put me down, goddammit.”

  I stalk toward the bedroom, my rage boiling over and almost uncontrollable. “Not happening.”

  “You can’t do this!”

  I kick open the door and take two long strides toward the bed. “You’re going to talk, even if I have to make you.”

  “I won’t crack,” she hisses when I drop her on the bed, and she bounces in the air. Her legs and arms go wide, steadying herself and ready to pounce like she’s the hunter.

  “You’ll crack,” I whisper against her lips.

  She has it all wrong.

  She’s the prey.

  I’m the predator.

  And I will devour her.

  17

  Kennedy

  “Was it your father?”

  I scrunch my brows in confusion. “What, who hit me? No. God, no.”

  “Who the fuck did it, then? Are you seeing someone else?”

  He’s got me pinned to the bed by my wrists, and a vein in his neck is standing out ominously. Nix has murder in mind over this black eye. I should have waited until it was gone to come see him, but I couldn’t wait. I didn’t even go home after my flight from Dubai landed. I came straight here.

  “No. I’m not seeing anyone else.”

  He narrows his eyes skeptically. “I want to believe you.”

  “Hey, which one of us always has another woman over at his apartment, one who has serious jealousy issues?”

  “I told you, I’ve got no interest in Coco.”

  “And I believe you,” I remind him. “So don’t doubt me when I’ve given you no reason to.”

  “What the fuck am I supposed to think? You disappear from the grid for a week and come back with a black eye you think you can hide from me?”

  “We’re both hiding things, Nix.”

  He l
owers his face to mine and kisses me, pouring tenderness and ferocity into every nerve ending in my body. I feel it—his worry and helplessness. And a wave of guilt hits me, because I did this to him.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, tearing myself away from his kiss. “I’d never worry you on purpose.”

  His eyes close and he slides his hands into mine, lacing our fingers together. “I can’t keep doing this if you don’t give me something, Ken. You don’t have to give me every fucking thing, but…something.”

  My pulse quickens at the thought of losing him. I can’t let that happen. This thing between us has been reckless, and my feelings for him will probably bite me in the ass at some point, but Nix is the best thing in my life right now. The best thing I’ve had in a long time. He makes me feel alive. He challenges me, excites me, and sees me in a way no one ever has.

  “I was working,” I say softly.

  His eyes open and bore into mine. “Do you work alone?”

  “No.”

  “Did someone you work with hit you?”

  “No.”

  “Were you working for Hassan?”

  It’s all I can do not to smile at that question. “No.”

  “Is your work legal?”

  I sigh softly. I’m at such a disadvantage right now. His hard, warm body is pressed against mine. Everything about this feels so good, and I want to please him.

  He lowers his lips to my collarbone and kisses it, the slight touch of the tip of his tongue sending a shiver of arousal down my spine. “Answer me,” he whispers against my skin.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

  “No,” I whisper.

  I wrap a leg around one of his, pushing my hips up to nestle against his erection. “Let go of me, Nix. I want to touch you.”

  He arches his brows and shakes his head. “I’ll be doing the touching tonight.”

  “I missed you.”

  “Yeah? Was your phone not working? You could have texted me back.”

  “I couldn’t.”

  His jaw tightens and his gaze darkens. “Don’t fucking lie to me about this, Kennedy. Is this thing between us real?”

  “Yes.” My voice breaks with emotion, because I hate that he’s not sure. “Can’t you feel how real it is?”

  “I feel how real it is for me.”

  “If it’s real, why do you share who you really are with her and not me?”

  “I think you know why.”

  I push my hands against his, and he pushes back, pressing my hands to the mattress.

  “If it’s real, you’ll trust me,” I say.

  “You’re in my home right now. I was about to sleep with you in here before you took off last week. My office is in this apartment, for fuck’s sake. I feel stripped bare.” His voice breaks with raw emotion. “What more do you want?”

  “Give me something,” I whisper, pushing my hips against his again.

  My body is on fire for him. His words are hotter than anything physical, and I want more.

  “I’m not the bad guy everyone thinks I am,” he says in a low tone. He arches a brow, and a corner of his lips turns up. “Well, not as bad as everyone thinks.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He shakes his head. “I just told you my deepest secret. The details aren’t important. Just like the details of your work aren’t important. I know enough. And you know enough about me, too. My reputation is my shroud, and without it, I’ve got nothing.”

  I catch a hint of soft vulnerability in his expression, but within a couple seconds, his control returns. He releases my hands and pushes himself up from the bed, standing beside it and looking down at me.

  “Take off your pants and shirt,” he says, his tone crisp.

  I almost tell him to fuck off and ask nicely if he wants to see the goods. The words are an instinctive answer that any other man would get. But I stop them in my throat because I actually want to obey this command from Nix. I left him powerless and concerned for my safety for a week, and if this is how he wants to take back control, I’m all for it.

  He walks over to a leather chair in a corner of the room and stands in front of it, just looking at me. I look back, admiring his dark silhouette. Only the glow of the New York City lights from outside illuminates him.

  When I get off the bed and stand before him, my pussy clenches with desire from the hunger swirling in his eyes. I take off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor beside me.

  He follows suit, pulling his T-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. My gaze is drawn to his erection, which is straining against his jeans.

  A slight smile dances on his lips as he puts his hand on his cock and rubs it through his jeans. He sits down then, his legs spread, arms resting on the chair’s arms, and his eyes on me.

  My nipples harden as I kick off my shoes, slide my pants down, and step out of them. I’ve never wanted to be fucked so much in my life.

  Nix reaches over to a table beside the chair and switches on a lamp, giving me a better view of his defined chest and the dark trail of hair running down into his jeans.

  “Over my lap,” he says.

  I can’t get there fast enough. My pulse is racing as I lie over his thighs, exposing my bare ass to him.

  I’m wearing a thong, and he runs a finger over the lacy fabric lining the crack of my ass. His low hum of arousal makes my pussy clench again.

  When he rubs his palm over my ass, I sigh softly, the pleasure of his touch immediate and intense.

  “You like that?” he asks in a low tone. “A nice, soft touch?”

  I moan and murmur that I do, and as soon as the words are out of my mouth, he wraps a hand around my hair and pulls back. I gasp with surprise. The tingling sensation in my scalp should hurt, but it feels incredible.

  “You like this, too, don’t you? Bad girls like you enjoy their punishments.”

  He tugs on the waistband of my thong then, and the fabric sinks into my wet pussy and bare ass.

  “Oh, God.” I moan and silently wish for more.

  Nix doesn’t give me more, though. Instead, he slides the waistband of my thong down my ass to my thighs. He pulls it all the way off, moving agonizingly slowly. Then he smooths his hand over my ass, still tugging my hair.

  My skin tingles with the awareness of what’s to come. I never got the turn-on of spanking before, but I do now.

  He smooths his hand down my ass, one finger gliding into my slick pussy. I thrust my hips back and forth, my lips parted in silent pleasure. He adds another finger, and I moan with satisfaction. Every deliciously slow, deliberate movement makes me hungry for the next.

  When he takes his fingers out, slides them into my mouth and commands me to suck, I go to town on them like a porn star sucking a dick. My body is aching to give in to him.

  “Good,” he says in a low tone, taking his finger from my mouth and moving it to…

  Oh.

  Fuck.

  He’s tracing the rim of the one hole no man has ever touched. I’ve told every other man who asked that there was no fucking way they were getting in there, but I tell Nix…

  “Yes. Holy shit.”

  With an approving hum, he slides his wet finger inside me and I moan. My body clenches unconsciously with resistance, but he goes slowly and I relax after a few seconds.

  I’m really getting into it when I feel a hard smack on my ass. I jolt with surprise, my skin stinging. The next slap actually feels good. I can’t believe how much I like this.

  Between his finger and his hard smacks on my ass, I’m lost in a haze of bliss. I’m moaning and begging for more.

  I’ve never begged for anything. But Nix is unlike any man I’ve ever been with.

  When I writhe on his lap, desperate to grind my throbbing pussy against his leg, his chair, anything, he holds me in place, prolonging the sweet agony.

  “You’ll come when I want you to,” he says. “Understand?”

  “Yes.” My response comes out a
s a whimper, and I barely even recognize it as my own voice.

  My ass cheeks are warm when Nix slides the hand he’s been spanking me with down between my thighs. As soon as his fingertips circle over my slick clit, I come. His other finger is still in my ass, and it brings me to an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had. It’s so hard I have tears in my eyes when I finally go slack in Nix’s lap.

  I move one foot to the floor, and without a word, he helps me up and then stands up himself. The prominent outline of his erection awakens my hunger for him once again. I give him a seductive smile, and he grabs me around the waist, his expression feral as he carries me to his king-sized bed and tosses me onto it.

  I land on my back, breathless as I watch him unfasten his jeans and drop them to the ground along with his boxer briefs. I only get a second to admire his long, thick cock before he’s climbing between my legs.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Spread those legs wide for me.”

  He enters me with a deep thrust, and I gasp hard from the feel of him completely buried inside me. Nix groans deeply, pulls back and gives it to me just as roughly the second time.

  I’m getting the hottest, hardest fuck of my life when he surprises me by lowering his lips to mine and kissing me tenderly. I put my hands on his cheeks and hold his face close to mine. I don’t just want to feel him—I want to taste him and hear every sound of satisfaction he makes.

  He hooks a hand behind one of my knees and pushes my leg back, giving him deeper access. I don’t know if it’s the sex itself or his grunts and groans of pleasure, but I start coming again. Maybe it’s everything. I’ve never had such completely uninhibited sex before.

  As soon as he’s milked every ounce of pleasure out of me, he flips me over and fucks me from behind. With every thrust, I feel his harsh frustration and his reverence for me at the same time. He’s both pissed at me and relieved I’m okay.

  Flipping me onto my back once more, he slides into me again, my ankles on his shoulders as he pounds into me. His thumb circles my clit as he gently sinks his teeth into my calf, the sensations making me come yet again.

  Nix is close behind me, burying himself balls deep and groaning long and loud as he comes inside me.

 

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