“I’m… I’m not a good person, Britt. Things I’ve done.” K licks his lips and swallows, his throat rippling. I want to lick and bite my way across the rough skin, lave my tongue over it, taste his sweat, rub my body all over his until I’m coated in his scent. K’s eyes roam over my body. He shudders and I feel it in my groin. “Things I want to do to you. I can’t… I refuse to ruin you.”
I stand up, determined to see what he’ll allow. K watches as I walk over, only stopping when my body is a fraction of an inch from touching his. My hands find the hem of his hoodie and I slip them inside, gliding my fingers up over each ridge of his abs, stopping when I palm his wide chest.
“You won’t ruin me, K. I’m stronger than I look. I just need… I don’t know what I need. I’ve been looking and can’t find it. Whatever it is, I think you can give it to me.”
K twists his mouth as he thinks about what I said. Before I can react, he grabs my hips, tugging me forward. I feel the hard length of his erection digging into my abdomen. His head drops to my left ear and I quickly duck around him so his mouth is on my right. “What kind of things do you think you need, Britt?” His breath tickles my ear and neck, causing goose bumps to spread over my sensitized skin. “Because I’m not a nice guy. The things I want to do to you, they’re harsh and depraved and filthy.”
His words have me panting, grinding my * against the thick muscle of his thigh. I skim one hand further up to his chest, finding a nipple. Not really knowing what I’m doing, I twist it between my fingers. The action turns K feral; growling, he grips my backside in his huge hands as he spins us around. My back slams against the wall and I groan with pleasure. K yanks my arms out from under his shirt to pin them above my head. With a sinuous ripple of his lower body in a move that would make Magic Mike jealous, K rubs his crotch against me, pushing that huge thigh up into my aching *.
If the wall weren’t behind me, I’d drop my head back in ecstasy. “God,” I moan. “I need… I need your strength… and power. I need to feel safe…” I gulp down air between breathy words.
“Safe? What does that mean?” K skims his mouth down my neck to where it meets my shoulder. Before I can explain he bites the soft flesh and tight tendons… hard.
“Oh Jesus.” My knees weaken and I would collapse if K weren’t holding me up. “Yesssssss.”
He releases my stinging skin, laving his hot tongue over the area. “You like it rough?” K breathes into my ear.
I convulse with pleasure. “I-I don’t know.”
“You like to be restrained?”
“I-I…” My legs are now quivering.
“Pain?”
I throw my head back, my chest heaving, my underwear wet from my body’s reaction to K’s husky words. I’m not thinking, merely reacting when I answer. “God, yes.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. K lets me go, taking a step back. I’m about to beg him to come back when he reaches behind his shoulders and yanks off his sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor. Mesmerized, I stare as he shoves his shorts down and kicks them aside, standing gloriously naked in front of me.
“I don’t know why, Britt, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You make me want things… things I don’t deserve. But I can’t fight it anymore. The need for you is stronger than me.”
His words make me melt and I lick my lips as my eyes drift down. Oh god. I have no idea what to do first. I’m eager to taste the wide expanse of skin on his pecs, those pebbled copper discs, to trace my tongue over every line of ink on his body. Then my eyes find his thick cock, erect and waiting for me to take it in my mouth. He’s stunning.
“Strip,” he commands. I whimper when K wraps a big hand around his length and begins to stroke. The sheer power contained within his body, all hard muscle and cut ridges, has me writhing. He’s like a gorgeous, coiled panther, ready to strike, and he’s staring at me like I’m his prey.
“Oh my god.” Suddenly, I can’t get naked fast enough. Because he was training in the cage today, I’m wearing casual Capri leggings and a lightweight T-shirt. The clothes come off quickly, dropped somewhere on the hideous hotel carpet.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” K’s eyes shine with lust and a hint of danger. I should be afraid, but I’m not. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. One step of his long, sinewy legs puts K directly in front of me. His arm darts out, a strong hand threading into my hair, the other wrapping around my waist.
I let out a throaty cry. K yanks me forward, tightening his grip in my hair just to the edge of painful. The burn on my scalp wakes up every nerve ending in my body. A scorching ripple of heat rushes across my skin.
“This what you want?” K’s mouth is an inch from mine. I attempt to lean in for a taste, desperate to have those thick lips on mine. K is having none of that. He grinds harder against me and I light up like Times Square.