Page 195 of Carnal Games

I don’t get the rest of my words out before a territorial and hulking beast is on me. Backing me against the farthest wall, Kian slams his lips on mine. In the background, I hear him punch the emergency button, bringing the elevator to a standstill with a jerk.

The kiss is brutal, maddening, and soul-shattering.

Exactly what I need.

Yanking at my rubber band, my hair is freed from the ponytail until it spills onto his waiting hand. Tangling his fingers through the long strands, he cups the back of my head in a dominating grip until I can’t move an inch.

My lips part wider against his, like he can’t get deeper enough. His tongue thrusts and explores every corner of my mouth. Tasting and tasting until I’m high on our flavor. His strokes become rougher. His sucks longer and more biting.

All I can do is moan and accept it all.

The possessive woman inside me is loving his roaring jealousy. He is always so poised and unflappable. To feel him lose it like this, it’s like being shot with a dose of aphrodisiac.

Running my hands up his thick biceps, I grab the side of his neck and lick his bottom lip before pulling it between mine. I lightly suck, earning a masculine groan. I do it again, sucking and tugging until his grip turns painful in my hair.

The sting hardens my nipples.

Before I can push my tongue in his mouth, my head is yanked back. Long fingers grip my chin and squeeze, parting my lips in a small O while I pant harshly. Turbulent gray eyes connect with mine, becoming impossibly wild.

“These lips—” With the tip of his tongue, he licks a path around the outline of my mouth. “—belong to me. Only I get to kiss, taste, and fuck them. And if I’m in the mood,” his voice drops low, “dirty them.”

Then hespitsright onto my tongue.

My eyes widen for a fraction of a second before a heady wave of desire spreads all over me.

Barely allowing me a second to swallow, his mouth descends over mine. A punishing yet passionate kiss ensues. Noroom for breathing. Both of us too far gone, ruled by a storm of frenzied need.

“Every part of me,” I mumble between nips and small kisses, “is yours.”

“I don’t care whether he sleeps at your place or not, you’re spending the night in my bed.”

“Okay, love.”

Pressing a bruising kiss that is bound to leave my lips swollen, he angrily heaves, “I can’t get the image of his mouth on you out of my head. I want to go back upstairs and kill him for daring to taste what’s mine.”

“No.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders, fooling myself into thinking I’m physically capable of holding him back. “It didn’t mean anything. I’ll never let it happen again.”

Trapping my lower lip between his teeth, he drags a whimper out of me.

His free hand, curled around my waist, joins in. Running it down the curve of my ass, he teasingly trails to the hem of my skirt. A rush passes through my leg where his fingertips touch the soft skin behind my knee.

Moving them to the front, they curl around the edge and drag the fabric up my thighs. My heartbeat picks up with every inch he reveals without looking away from my face. He’s staring intensely at the heat climbing up to my cheeks the closer he gets to my damp panties.

Lust swirls in his eyes and contorts his angular cheekbones, but there’s also the dark mist of leashed fury in the tight set of his square jaw.

I want it gone.

“The rage you’re feeling, take it out on me,” I fearlessly tell him, inviting the dominant in him out to play. “Remind me who I belong to. I feel your ownership on my lips. I want to feel it on the rest of my body too.”

His finger pauses with my skirt halfway up my thighs. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

“I can take it, sir.” I stroke the column of his throat with my thumb, sweetly enticing him, “Corrupt me with your desires.”

The rope around his debauched urges unshackles. Dropping my skirt, he flips me around and finishes wrenching it up until it bunches around my waist. In the next second, my thong is ripped in half with a twist of his wrist.

“Grab the railing.”

His commanding voice has me curling my fingers around the cold metal. I shiver, feeling his palm press low on my back and he bends me over. My bare ass and pussy are completely exposed. My eyes threaten to close when his huge hands run up the backs of my thighs and spread them apart.