Page 31 of Climbing Everest

Everest

T he tears are cooling on my cheeks, but my blood is still simmering. How dare he? How dare Kato try to throw shit in my face that was completely out of my control.

Like I said upstairs, he’s giving me whiplash, understanding and loving one moment – a complete and utter jackass the next.

And now, he’s kneeling at my feet, his arms wrapped around my waist as he stares into my eyes…his own glassy.

Is he…is Kato holding back tears?

I’m not sure I’ve seen him cry since our elementary school years. And even then, it was only if he got hurt or Christos whipped his ass, and I do mean whipped . Christos always went straight to a belt or switch over swatting his son on the butt when Kato misbehaved.

Running my fingers through the hair on the sides of his head, I tilt his head back a little more and lean forward, pressing my lips to his.

“One chance, K. One. If you get pissed, talk like an adult, but no more punishing me for someone else’s sins.”

He simply nods.

His fingers tangle in the back of my tank, causing it to rise a little up my stomach.

His eyes dip to that sliver of skin and he stares at it.

Is he focusing on my bare skin, or is he thinking about what happened before?

Is he thinking about what I might have looked like had I been able to swell with the life of our child?

When he presses the gentlest kiss to my stomach, I sigh. I’m still angry. Irate is a better word for it, but I’m willing to give him the chance to prove to me he truly does deserve to be my husband.

What really fucks with my mind, though, is the fact he wasn’t lying – there’s no way he’ll let me go. Even if he goes back to being a dick, he won’t let me go. He’ll still make me marry him, will still make me carry his name and someday his child.

I’ll become like every other syndicate wife, nothing more than a trophy in designer clothes.

No. I refuse to accept that. I refuse to believe Brixton or Maddox will allow him to mistreat me in any way, even verbal.

He lifts his face again, staring into my eyes as his hands roam along my back, up my ribs, to cup my breasts.

I want to stop him, to remind him I’m still pissed. But hey…sometimes a good angry fuck is better than make up sex. Especially since I haven’t had nearly enough time with any of them in the past few days.

The past few years .

His eyes stay glued to my face as his hands move back down my body, his fingers hooking in the sides of my skimpy sleep shorts to pull them down my legs, baring my pussy to him.

Only once I step out of the shorts do his eyes leave mine to focus on my waxed bare lower lips. There’s only the smallest patch at the top, not quite enough to even call a landing strip.

“I want you to grow the hair back,” he says as he leans forward and inhales deeply.

For the briefest moment, I’m a little insecure – I hadn’t bothered showering when I climbed out of bed.

Apparently, Kato doesn’t give a shit about that.

He urges my legs open wider and runs his tongue through my folds, humming as though he just tasted the most divine dessert.

“Fuck, I missed the way you taste.” And then he dives in, sucking and licking my clit, moving further to plunge his tongue into my hole before returning his attention to the swollen bundle of nerves.

My knees feel as though they’ll buckle beneath me, but his hold is firm.

At least until he pulls back, lifts me from my feet, and nearly slams me to the mat below us. He catches me before I hit, cupping a hand under my head and an arm around my back. Then he slides down my body, shoves my knees to my chest and practically devours my cunt with his mouth.

“Holy shit. Kato,” I moan, slapping out for something to grab, finding nothing but the fucking rubber mat below me.

“I want to hear you scream my name when you come all over my tongue,” he says, his breath warm against my core.

“Then I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you until you forget any other asshole who ever came near this cunt.

This is mine,” he says, slapping my pussy and tearing a gasp from my chest. “This pussy, those tits, your tight little ass…all mine .”

Well, his and Brix’s and Madd’s, but I don’t correct him. Pretty sure there’s no way I could form a full, coherent sentence if someone paid me.

“Yours,” I breathe out as I claw at the ground.

Giving up, I reach down and tangle my fingers in his short, black hair, holding him in place while gyrating my hips and riding his mouth.

He hums his approval then slips a finger into my opening, fingering me slowly at first before adding a second and thrusting hard and fast exactly the way I know he will with his cock.

When he bends those fingers and rubs them against my G spot while sucking on my clit, I explode, my core contracting and spasming as I cry out.

And just like he ordered, I cry out his name. “Kato! Holy fuck, I’m coming!”

He doesn’t relent, simply keeps assaulting my clit and finger banging me until I grow sensitive and start to squirm to pull away from his mouth.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he says, his voice deep and guttural.

His hands pull me back then flip me onto my stomach. He jerks my hips up, pulling so my ass is in the air while using his other hand to hold my face against the mat.

Holy shit. My Kato grew a lot more assertive and aggressive during our time apart, and I ain’t mad about it.

The moment I feel the silky, blunt, swollen head of his cock, I smile. I can’t help it. I smile because I know he’ll deliver exactly what he promised – he’ll fuck me until I forget every dick I fucked or sucked during our separation.

Hell, he’ll probably fuck me until I forget my own damn name.

But he’s right. No one matters but him. Maddox. And Brixton. No one has ever mattered to me but them. Not my family. Definitely not the nameless strangers who tossed money at me while I was on stage or tipped me for the extras in the private rooms.

With his hand tangled in my hair and holding my face to the mat, he thrusts forward hard and fast, tearing a scream from my lips. It’s definitely a scream of pleasure and surprise, but he doesn’t bother stopping to check.

And…honestly, I might cry if he did stop. Because already, another orgasm is building as he pounds into me so hard I feel his balls slapping against me.

“Mine,” he grunts out. “Fucking mine. You’re mine, Everest. This is my pussy. My body. You’re mine. My wife.” He leans over me, slowing his thrusts, and makes sure I can see him. “You can be a whore all you want, but only to me, to Madd, and to Brix. We own you.”

“And I own you,” I spit back at him, staring him dead in the eye.

He smirks. That smirk turns into a grin.

Finally, he releases the pressure on my head and pulls me up by my hair so my back is to his chest. He bands one arm around my torso, holding me tight as his hips begin to piston forward again, the slap , slap , slap of our bodies meeting filling the space around us. No way they don’t hear us upstairs.

Part of me wishes they would come down and join us. I need my men. I need my husbands. I need that connection with them I’ve missed and thought I would never feel again.

Next time. This time is for us, for Kato and me.

Maybe he isn’t laying me on a bed of rose petals, making love to me while we’re surrounded with candles.

But this moment…

This feels right. Perfect. Exactly what we need to get past whatever emotional constipation is keeping him from moving past the bullshit so we can focus on the future and how to make sure all four of us come out on the other side in one piece.

The hand wrapped around me cups one of my breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipple. His free hand cups my pussy, his long middle finger sliding through my folds to put pressure on my clit, rubbing it in time with his hips.

Throwing my head back against his shoulder, I scream his name as fireworks explode behind my closed lids and my body feels as though it’s been electrified, my nerve endings all firing at once.

“Fuck. That’s right. Come on my dick. Be a good little whore for me,” he grunts as his thrusts stutter and become shorter before he shudders and his dick twitches deep inside as he fills me with his release.

When he finally pulls free, I can feel the mixture of our cum rolling down my inner thighs.

We’re both panting heavily, and I drop to rest on my haunches, leaning forward to plant my hands on the mat.

“Fuck. Keep kneeling like that and I might fuck you again.”

“I’m pretty sure you bruised my cervix. Give me at least ten minutes to recover.”

He huffs a surprised laugh before pushing to his feet and crossing the space of the home gym, returning with a folded towel. He’s so gentle as he cleans my thighs, wipes between my legs, then cleans himself.

The towel gets tossed into a corner.

“Um. You going to leave it there to get stiff?”

“Ms. Galanos will get it when she does laundry.”

My brows shoot up to my hairline. Ms. Galanos still works for Kato?

I don’t know why that surprises me so much.

She wouldn’t be that old. Four years later…

so she has to be pushing sixty, if not in her early sixties.

Not like I ever asked her age. I just remember thinking anyone over twenty-five was old back then.

“I am not leaving a cum rag for the housekeeper to pick up. You’re nasty.”

“Trust me when I say she’s found far worse over the years.”

Sadness and a twinge of jealousy turns my stomach at the thought my guys had flings over the years. Hell, Brix admitted to experimenting with men, as well. I’m sure Ms. Galanos has seen all types of debauchery in the time she’s worked for the Antoniou family.

“Yeah, well, that was before I came home.”

“You were dragged here, but thank you for at least admitting this is your home,” he says, offering me his hand and hoisting me to my feet.

Huh. I had, hadn’t I? I’d technically meant home as in hometown or home state.