What had been done to him? Who did this? Why?
I slowly ran my hands up over the blemished skin, touching the horror of what looked like…. It was torture. It had to be. There was no other explanation for it. I shuddered at the thought as I traced one line after the other with the pads of my fingers.
When I finally looked up at him, he watched me, expression hard and unflinching. I didn’t understand what was happening. It was a clash of my fear, my desire and my compassion colliding.
“Kai… what… who did this?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Why? How could anyone do this to you?” A tear slid down my cheek and his lips pursed together, eyes darkening as his gaze followed it until he raised his hand then gently wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. “Kai? Please, tell me this won’t happen to my father.”
He didn’t say anything for a minute and my worry escalated at the thought of the danger my father was in. “No one will touch him. Or you.”
He said it with such certainty that I believed him. He’d kept his word so far and there’d been no reason for him to. He obviously worked for some powerful people who had no qualms about hurting or killing anyone. But Kai was protecting me. I knew that with every part of me.
“Finish what you started, London.”
I slowly ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders then slipped off his shirt. I turned to place it on the back of the chair when his arm curved around the waist. He swung me around so my back was against the door and the shirt fell from my fingertips, forgotten as his body pressed into mine.
That was it.
All control faltered for both of us as I fumbled with the button on his pants while his hands were all over me, scorching, hard and unforgiving. I unzipped his pants and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away while he kissed my neck.
“Fuck.” He breathed against me. “I need to taste you, London. I can’t stop thinking about tasting you.” Then he did what was totally unexpected and dropped to his knees. He picked up my right leg, put it over his shoulder then lowered his mouth to me.
My head jerked back hard against the door, my hands weaving into his hair as I moaned. “Holy shit.”
He parted my throbbing lips with his fingers then flicked his tongue over me, suckled, and tasted every inch. There was no forgiveness as he played and teased. When he was too rough, he’d ease the discomfort with gentleness until I arched with intense need.
I’d never felt so out of control.
My body was his.
I had no recourse, but to let go and give in to him.
My body tightened as I came to the edge of the cliff. There was a mild fear that he’d stop again. That he’d leave me, but even if I wanted to, I couldn’t control the building, the burning inside me that mounted as his tongue drove me to the peak.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as my body clenched. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” I didn’t slip over the edge. I leapt and he was there to catch me as he held my hips steady while his tongue lazily brought me back down from the shuddering waves of pleasure.
I sagged against the door while he unhooked my leg off his shoulder, then grabbed his pants off the floor while rising to his feet. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a square gold package and held it toward my mouth. I kept my eyes locked on his as I gripped the corner of it with my teeth and tore it open.
He pulled the condom from the package, yanked off his boxer-briefs and rolled it on. Then his hands came under my butt and he hitched me up off the floor.
“Put me inside you,” he ordered.
I hooked my ankles around his hips then reached between us and held his cock. It pulsed and throbbed in my hand, the veins expanded with rushing blood. I squeezed, watching his face and the flicker of satisfaction as his eyes briefly closed, lips parting.
It felt good to give him that look. To have some control over his expression because I doubted he allowed anyone to have any power over him. I ran my hand down the length of him, my thumb stroking the tip. I wrapped my fingers closed again and jerked up at the base and he grunted.
“Stop fooling around. Put me inside. Now,” he growled.
Yeah, he definitely didn’t like anyone having control.
I locked eyes with him and guided his cock to my entrance. I didn’t have time to move my hand away before he pushed inside me. My spine pressed hard into the door and when he pulled back, I moved my arm from between us and cupped the back of his neck.
He arched his hips then thrust forward again, and my body hit the door. Again and again.
“Neighbors,” I panted.
“I don’t give a shit.” He slammed into me.