Kiara

Kiara

I knew his game.

Thomas didn't want pleasure; he wanted to see me break. If I showed him the agony tearing through my chest, he’d only dig his claws in deeper.

"No," I whispered. I reached out and grabbed his silk collar.

I shoved him. I expected him to fight it but he let me push him back onto the bed. I climbed on top of him. 

My knees pinning his thighs. My fingers trembled as I fumbled with his buttons. But I tried to keep it firm.

"You’re paying me, sir." I said, my voice eerily calm yet seducing. "It’s my job to keep you happy. Let me show you my service."

I could see the irritation flare in his golden eyes. He looked at me like I was a stranger.

“Is it really you, Kiara?”

He felt cheated, convinced I’d played his family for fools with my innocent act. Good. Let him believe the lie. It was safer than the truth.

I leaned down and brought my face inches from his. This was the face he used to turn away from. But right now it was so close to him.

I pressed my lips onto his, covering fully. Taking those pink yet firm lips of him into my mouth and kissing him.

It wasn’t a desperate plea.

But a fearless and practiced claim that masked the adrenaline surging through my veins.

Closing my eyes, I cupped his face and stroked my tongue in his mouth.

Sucking his lips, his tongue. Drinking the taste of whisky from his mouth.

Thomas growled in my mouth. A low vibration that rattled my bones.

He grabbed my chin. His eyes were in pure disbelief. As if he was trying to see if it’s true? At the same time I see fury under his skin.

“You are so desperate to get fucked, aren’t you?”

He  flipped me in one fluid motion. Suddenly, the mattress was at my back and his heavy frame was crushing me.

"Are you sure you want to do it??" he hissed. His grip tightened. "You won’t be able to handle me."

“Yes..” I nodded. How can I get my payment if I refuse him? My hands slid down the zip of my dress to remove it.

His brows creased as he reached for my dress and tore it. The sound of fabric ripping echoed like a gunshot. I was left in nothing but my bra and panties, my skin pale against the dark sheets.

Thomas froze. His gaze traveled over my curves, and for a second, the predator hesitated. I saw the hunger in his eyes.

The raw and honest shock at the body he’d rejected for a year.

But one more question arises. What if he left without doing it? What if he changes his mind and Marcus refuses to pay me?

"What’s wrong?" I taunted, forcing a smirk. "Never seen such a sexy body before? Or are you not man enough to finish this?"

That was the trigger.

His eyes turned pitch black. He stripped the rest of my lace away, leaving me completely bare beneath him.

His hands slowly moved along with my curves. As if he was thinking something. Shock followed by irritation. Something twisted inside him.

His feathery touch turned rough. He grabbed my breasts. His large hands kneaded them roughly.

He pinched my nipples and pulled them until they throbbed.

It hurt. But at the same time, I felt a wave of pleasure accumulating within me. I pressed my lips.

I wanted to scream, but I kept the smile fixed on my face. Like he was nothing in front of the men I slept with.

"Do it, Thomas," I breathed. "Satisfy your desires. Can’t you see I am already wet there.”

I smirked. I was. I didn’t know how but his kiss already did something I didn’t expect.

His knees pinned me from both sides, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants down. His pinkish, thick cock stood straight before me.

The bluish veins pulsing on the surface, head shining with precum.

He stroked his hardened cock to my clit. I closed my eyes in fear that he would see my old stance in it.

He didn't use a condom. He didn't use a drop of mercy. He entered me in one singular thrust.

"Ahhh!"

The scream ripped out of me before I could stop it. My body felt like it was being split in two.

He paused. His body rigid, his eyes searching mine. He felt it—the impossible tightness. The resistance. The truth he didn't want to believe.

My eyes turned glassy but I forced my lips to curve upward. I felt his cock growing wider inside me. Almost tearing my walls. Even though I was wet as hell.

I looked him dead in the eye and kept smiling through the blood and the lie.

"Your pussy is so tight," Thomas groaned. His thrusts were heavy, punishing. "Do you really do this work, Kiara? Seems you haven’t done this before.”

The pain was a white-hot brand. If my wolf was alive she would have whimpered and buried under the weight of his scent.

I couldn't let him know. I couldn't let him win.