Page 199 of Carnal Games

I haven’t even come down when he turns me around, throws my right leg over his broad shoulder, and attaches his soaked lips to my still spasming pussy. “One more.”

“I… I can’t,” I sob, grabbing the back of his head to yank him off.

He wrenches my hand away and forces it against the wall. Then he sets out to prove me wrong, turning my body against me. Gliding his mouth between my folds, he licks and sucks while stroking with his still buried fingers stroking my walls.

“Give me one more or I’ll keep you here all day,” he threatens, biting my clit until I yelp. I moan when he licks the sting away, pressing his mouth harder. “God! You taste divine. My favorite fucking pussy. All mine.”

His possessive praise hurtles me over the edge a second time.

Stealing my hand from his, I press it against the back of his head and push it harder against my pussy. My heel digs into his back as I trap his face against my core, grinding and riding until the last wave ebbs.

When my body goes lax, he’s there to catch me.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he caresses and sings soft praises in my ear. “You did so well, rainbow. Such a good girl.”

“Did I take your edge off?” I mumble, tipping my head back.

“No,” he rasps, gazing down at me rivetingly. “It won’t go away until I’ve possessed you completely. Mind. Body. Soul.”

Oh, he has.

He just doesn’t know it.

Bending, his lips, tasting of me, kiss me slowly and softly. I part my mouth, letting his tongue slip in and suck my top lip before doing the same to the bottom one. His exploring hands travel to my ass and reach my pussy, teasing the sensitive flesh, and he rasps, “So soft and responsive. You submit so beautifully, little siren.”

“Because it’s you.”

His eyes light up, his palm cupping my pussy hard. “Mine.”

I moan, nodding happily. I’ll never get tired of hearing it, no matter how controlling and unhinged it sounds.

Kissing me hard, his hands make quick work of righting my skirt sans panties. Bending on one knee, he rests one of my ankles on top of it and slides my heels on one by one.

Straightening, he busies himself by fixing his attire. I watch, hypnotized, as his fingers unroll his sleeves and button the cuffs. He reaches for the other wrist to do the same, but I grab it.

“Let me,” I say, my tone soft. His arm goes around my waist as I finish cuffing the link. Once I’m done, he doesn’t break the contact between us and puts my hands on his waist while grabbing his suit jacket from the side. I straighten his tie while he puts it on.

As I study him, the tension around the angles of his face hasn’t lessened while a deep thought darkens it. Not quite anger, but a sense of restlessness that sends an electric current down my spine.

Passing me my purse, he takes my hand in his big one and presses the button for the ground floor.

“Kian?”

“Yeah, rainbow?”

“Um… I need…” I blush, tucking a strand behind my ear. “My panties.”

I saw him quietly put my torn ones inside his pocket.

“If I could just go upstairs…” I suggest.

“Not risking running into Nathan again. He won’t survive it,” he grits out low, his voice razor sharp before becoming husky and deeper. “I’ll buy you new ones on the way. Although I’m very tempted to keep you bare underneath the skirt so I have easy access to your sweet cunt all day. I’m already craving another taste.”

Fuck! If he keeps it up, I’ll lose my ability to walk by the end of the day.

Fortunately, we arrive at the lobby before I can answer.

It feels weird walking with my pussy exposed, while no one around me is aware I’m going commando. Afraid they’ll read it on my face, I keep my head down as we walk into the sweltering heat outside.