10. Betrayal

Brooklyn

 

 I press my back against the door after I entered. My fingers make their way to my lips and I sigh defeatedly. As my mind recalls last nights activities with him. 

Of all men you could have gone for, Brooklyn. It had to be him.

He kisses me until I can't breathe. When he finally goes to move away, I grab him tightly and pull him closer, not wanting to lose him again.

Never wanting to lose him. Never wanting to stop kissing him.

I whimper into his strong lips, loving their feel on mine-the slight scritch of his stubble against my skin, his scent overwhelming me in the best way.

The taste of his tongue when it pushes past my lips to tangle with my own.

I've never once been kissed like this, by anyone. I honestly can't even remember other kisses now. Every time he tries to pull back, I just hold him even tighter, leaning into him, until I'm practically falling off the bed and into his lap while he kneels on the floor in front of me.

Eventually, we reluctantly break apart. Kir's dark eyes have ignited with a wildness I'm not sure I've ever seen in them-cold, yet heated. Explosive, yet utterly focused.

On me. Me.

"What... What happens now?"

I'm twenty-three years old. I do know what happens after two adults pull away from kissing each other on top of a bed.

But he also just told me a minute ago that that isn't happening right now, because I'm still in shock after what happened in his cousin, Lou's office.

...He might be right, actually.

Even if I am, I don't think I would have a problem having sex with this man right now-or ever. The only man to have ever made me orgasm.

And that was just with two fucking fingers.

Imagine what he could do with...

I flush, shamelessly letting my eyes roam over him. Kir lifts a brow, smirking as if reading my thoughts.

"First, babygirl..." he growls.

Babygirl.

If anyone else called me that, it would feel infantilizing. When Kir does it, it makes me want to melt into a puddle or jump on top of him. Maybe both.

"First," he says, "you're going to sit right there again. Don't. Move."

Have I mentioned how outrageously hot it is when he gives me orders?

"Okay," I say, my body buzzing as he slowly stands. He walks across the bedroom into the ensuite bathroom, and a few seconds later, I hear water running.

Is he...taking a shower?

My question is answered a minute later when he walks out, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up his muscled forearms in this obscenely sexy way. He stops in front of me and reaches down to take my hand.

"Come."

Kir leads me into a beautifully elegant white tile bathroom. My eyes immediately spot the huge clawfoot tub filling with steaming hot water and sudsy bubbles.

"You can take that off," he growls, nodding at my clothes. For the first time since he barged into Lou's office, I suddenly realize that I'm still wearing the ridiculous schoolgirl outfit. I whip my head around to look into one of the huge floor-length mirrors, and I cringe.

Fucking hell, I've even still got the ponytails in.

For a second, I hesitate. Obviously, undressing in front of a man isn't exactly a new concept for me. But with it being him and just him, it feels strangely intimate in a way I've never felt before.

The feeling only grows stronger when I realize he's making no move to look away, or leave the room. Kir leans against the vanity, ankles crossed, hands in his trouser pockets. He watches-not lecherously, not hungrily, but almost like he's wanting to make sure that nothing somehow happens to me when I do it.

I've never really enjoyed taking my clothes off in front of a guy.

Until now.

When I peel everything off and drop it to the floor, I flush as I stand there in front of him totally naked and exposed in this newly intimate way. My hands in two fists, I drop my arms my sides. Then I change my mind and cross them over my chest.

Kir's eyes drag over me. Again, it doesn't feel prying or icky or lecherous.

It just feels...warm.

He turns and nods his chin at the steaming tub. "In."

I gasp quietly as I step into the hot, sudsy water and slowly lower myself into the tub. Fuck, that feels good. I sit with the water up to my collarbones, bubbles filling my field of vision as I hug my knees to my chest.

He drags a stool over and settles down on it, a little to my left and behind me.

"Tip back."

Before I can say anything, his firm hands drop to either side of my head, his long fingers lacing over my scalp and gently pulling until I'm looking at the ceiling.

"What-"

I exhale with a halting gasp when he pours water over the back of my hair. His fingers follow, combing through my blonde strands as he pours another cup of water over me.

I hear the pop of a bottle opening, and it hits me.

He's washing my hair.

Kir rinses the shampoo from my hair, then conditions it, before rinsing that out as well. 

When he's done running his fingers through my clean hair, he stands beside me with a towel, which he wraps around me when I step out of the tub.

My heart races as he casually lifts me again and carries me back into the bedroom. Heat throbs in my core as he sits me on the foot of the bed and crouches down in front of me.

I slowly shake my head, staring at him, lost in those dark devil eyes.

"I-I don't know⁠-"

The world goes sideways and my words shatter like glass when he cups my jaw, crushing his lips to mine in a fierce, powerful kiss that melts me to my core.

I come undone, my limbs loosening, fire swelling and surging inside me as he kisses me roughly and possessively, like he's laying claim to me.

Conquering me.

Devouring me whole.

I moan as our tongues swirl together, and when he tugs the towel open and lets it fall around me, need pulses and roars inside me.

Kir's palms land on my legs, and my pulse jumps though the fucking roof as he slowly pushes, spreading them apart. His tongue dances with mine, teeth nibbling and biting my lips just enough to make my adrenaline spike as his hands splay around my hips, his thumbs rubbing along the creases where my thighs meet my sex.

"You're going to be staying here now," he murmurs, his mouth sliding from my panting lips to my jawline, trailing licks, nibbles, and kisses down my neck. I gasp, my back arching as his mouth slides over to my ear. His teeth rake over the lobe, sucking it between his lips as his deep voice burns right into my soul.

"But you owe me nothing," he growls into my ear, sending a bolt of electricity directly between my legs. "And this stops whenever you⁠-"

"I don't ever want you to stop," I choke.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he nips at 

my neck.

He pushes my thighs wider apart, my breath coming in ragged, staccato bursts as he slowly trails his mouth down my neck.

"You're mine, now, babygirl," he murmurs.

Fuck me...

A whimpered mewl falls from my lips as his mouth slides over my collarbone.

"Every."

He bites my skin, making me moan.

"Single."

His mouth drops to the gentle slope of my breasts.

"Fucking."

My breath hitches as his mouth hovers a quarter of an inch from my swollen, pebbled nipple, making me ache for him.

"Part of you."

My eyes roll back, my mouth opening with a low whine as he wraps his lips around the aching bud and sucks. His tongue swirls around it, and I whimper loudly as my head drops back.

Holy fucking hell.

How does that feel so good?

He's barely even touching me, and⁠-

My eyes bulge, my mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure as Kir's hand slips between my thighs and cups my pussy.

"Mmmm," he growls into my breast as he tongues my nipple.

He strokes two fingers over me, opening me up and making me blush as I feel how fucking embarrassingly wet I am, leaking all over his fingers.

"Such a needy pussy," he murmurs darkly.

I whimper when he eases those fingers against my opening, slowly starting to sink them into me as I gasp in pleasure.

"Fuck, babygirl," he purrs, sliding his mouth back up my chest to my neck, until his lips are against my ear. I moan when he drives both fingers into me, curling them deep in a stroking motion that sends me reeling. "Do you feel how your greedy little cunt strangles my fingers, gorgeous girl?" he murmurs darkly.

I jolt when his mouth trails up my jaw again to hover a breath away from my lips.

"I can't wait to feel this pretty pussy stretched tight around my cock."

Holy. Fucking. HELL.

In one explosive moment, he crushes his lips 

to mine, kissing me hungrily and making me cry out into his mouth as his fingers saw in and out of my pussy. The wet sound of my arousal squelching all over his fingers makes my face burn. But he keeps kissing me, swallowing my moans, dancing his tongue with mine, and I start to melt against his hand.

I whimper in frustration when he slips his fingers from my pussy. But then he suddenly shoves me back across the bed, and⁠-

Oh God...

His big hands spread my thighs, lifting my legs and draping them over his muscled shoulders. His mouth slides up my inner thigh, biting and sucking until I'm writhing and twisting on the duvet, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

My vision blurs as I look down at him, kneeling between my spread thighs.

Fucking hell.

There's something outrageously hot about him hovering inches from my dripping wet pussy with raw hunger in his eyes while he's still clothed.

Maybe it's because the man looks like sin in his slacks and fitted dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his bulging forearms. 

Or that combined with the skewed power dynamic it suggests-me nude and spread open for him, and him still completely dressed.

But I don't have time to puzzle out exactly why this has me wetter and more turned on than I've ever been in my life.

Because just then, his eyes lock with mine as he lowers his mouth to my pussy.

Holy fucking FUCK.

It's like fireworks going off in every corner of my body when his tongue drags wetly up through my lips. Like I've been electrocuted. 

A ragged cry rips from my throat as my back arches, my thighs instinctively clamping together.

Kir grabs them and shoves them back apart, pushing his tongue into me. I whine, my back spasming again as a sensation I've literally never felt spreads like pure sin through my core.

He drags his tongue up and down my lips before he moves to my throbbing clit above. 

His lips wrap around the pulsing nub, and when he starts to suck, his tongue batting across it mercilessly, I come undone.

It's pure sin and heaven. Anarchy and chaos as my body riots with needy pleasure. He groans into me, sucking on my clit, tonguing it over and over as his fingers tease up and down my thighs, coaxing me higher. He slips one hand up again, and when he pushes two fingers back into me while he sucks and nibbles on my clit, everything starts to shake.

To blur.

To crack, rattle and tremble.

My hands fist the duvet, my entire body squirming, the muscles of my ass tightening as my back arches and my hips shamelessly grind against his mouth.

I need more.

I need all of him.

The sensation grows stronger, deeper, my core clenching up as my toes curl. My hands drop to his head, tentatively stroking his hair. 

When he forcibly makes me grab two fistfuls of it, I moan as my hips buck against his face.

His merciless tongue swirls over my clit as his fingers stroke this insane part of me just inside. My legs shake and jerk, clamping around his head. My fingers tighten in his dark hair as the fire inside me begins to ignite.

When he looks up my body, and his dark devil eyes lock with mine, I fall completely apart at the seams.

And when I come, it's the single most explosive, consuming, life-altering thing I've ever felt.

Why the fuck did he have to be my sisters Ex husband?

To be continued....