“Punish you.” The way Janson said it sent tingles up my spine.
“Will I like it?”
“No.” Somehow, I believed him when he said that. He was, after all, a boss with so much authority, and it did ring out in his voice.
I gulped and nodded. “What do you want me to do, sir?”
He reached over and freed my wrists, so that I was no longer restrained up against the bed. Then he climbed up me, his arms wrapping around my body as he shifted the two of us again, now on his back with me straddling him.
He pulled me down for that salty-sweet kiss, the one that combined his taste with my own, and then gave me a strong smack on the ass. Shit, it stung, but it felt good, too.
Janson was right, they went together.
“What do you want?” I asked, a smirk on my face as I took his hard cock into my hand, feeling the girth of it as I slid my hand up and down his shaft.
“You know exactly what I want, and you are going to give it to me," he said, grinning as he pulled me down for another kiss. “Now.”
So, I slid down onto him, his big cock entering me inch by inch. It pushed at all of me, but it made me want more. I rocked on him, experimentally, before his hands moved to my hips and steadied me.
“Maybe I won’t. Maybe I will do the opposite.”
His eyes went dark. “That wouldn’t be a good idea, Kat, and you know it. Haven't you done enough courting danger?”
But he said he wanted me how I was. Independent and headstrong. He liked that about me. I wavered.
“f*ck
me, baby girl.” It was then that my will lost all control, and my instincts took over. I wanted this man, wanted him for so long. Through all the anger and irritation, I wanted him.
And I would take him.
I grabbed his hips and rode him the way I wanted to, my p*ssy
tight against his hard, throbbing cock. Damn, it hit me everywhere. In all the right places.
“f*ck
,” I growled as I braced myself on his shoulders, working as quickly as I could. Each movement, each lunge onto his cock, made me want more. Harder. Faster.
Finally, I reached the precipice, ready to jump over that cliff and enter the world of pleasure.
My body shook, the edges of my consciousness aware of what came next. How amazing it was going to feel.
It was then that I felt him buck inside of me. He grabbed me and flipped me so that I was no longer riding him, but he was on me. Janson did what he did best, he took control, and he drove into me over and over again until we were both screaming with orgasm, his cock spasming inside my undulating p*ssy
.
When it was over, he rolled next to me and pulled me into him, the softness of his bed enveloping us both. Every time we finished, I had the same feeling. Contentment. Happiness. I could stay like this, here, forever, in his arms.
But that wasn't the way our world worked.
Chapter Seventeen
Janson
“What the f*ck
?” I wasn’t expecting to hear Greyson’s voice coming from my bedroom, but it woke me up out of a dead f*ck
ing sleep.
That motherf*ck
er came in without my permission and burst in. He didn’t call or anything.
“What is going on?” he asked, seething.
“I think you know exactly what you are seeing here,” I answered. I wasn’t going to lie to him or play coy or do any of the things he would find disrespectful. I was lying in bed with the woman I loved and we were both clearly naked. “If you’ll give us a moment to get dressed, we can talk about this calmly.”
“Like hell we will. Where the f*ck
do you get off banging my little sister?” He started towards us but Kat spoke up.
“Greyson, stop. This is ridiculous. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a grown woman.”
“You aren’t that grown,” he countered.
“I am. I made my choice. I’m the one who seduced him.”
“What?” Greyson asked. “You don’t understand, Kathryn. This is revenge. I f*ck
ed his little sister, so he thought he would get one over on me.”
“I think you know me well enough to know I would never do anything like that, Greyson.” I was challenging him and I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to just let that stand. “And you didn’t seduce me, Kat. I was a part of the equation. I wanted you. And then we just kind of, fell together.”
“Fell together?” Greyson asked. “You expect me to just believe that?”
“It’s the truth,” Kat said. “I want to be with him. This is our decision. Not yours. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“I don’t want to f*ck
ing talk about this. Get dressed. I’m taking you back home.”
“I won’t go there,” she warned. “You don’t understand-”
“I don’t care. You aren’t staying with him.” Greyson was furious, and he had every reason to be.
Kathryn