Page 26 of Tempting Kat (Lust & Luxury #2)

She spins around, her face flushed with anger. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“It's a gift,” I say calmly.

“A gift?” She gestures wildly at the racks of clothing. “This is like an entire fucking department store! There must be fifty thousand dollars’ worth of shit in here!”

“More like eighty,” I correct her, which only makes her eyes widen further.

“You're insane,” she sputters, grabbing a leather jacket from a hanger and waving it at me. “What the hell am I supposed to do with all this? Eighty thousand dollars on shit I don’t fucking need when there are people who have nothing.”

I smirk and grab my phone from my pocket, already pulling up my banking app. The fire in her eyes as she rages about the money I've spent on her is fucking intoxicating. I've never seen anyone so pissed off about being given nice things.

“Don't you fucking dare ignore me to be on your phone!” Katarina stalks toward me, the leather jacket still clutched in her hand. “I'm standing right here, you meddling hot, rich asshole. I demand your attention when I'm talking to you!”

“You have it, baby. Always. But good to know you still think I’m hot.

” I look up from my phone, drinking in the sight of her flushed face and flashing eyes.

“But I'm hoping to appease you, so I'm about to donate eighty thousand dollars to the women's center. Does that make it better? Will you accept my gift then?”

Her mouth drops open, those perfect lips forming a small 'o' of surprise before she snaps it shut again.

“You…what?” She blinks rapidly, her anger momentarily derailed.

“You heard me.” I finish setting up the transfer with a few taps. “Eighty thousand to New Beginnings. The same amount I spent on your clothes. That way, they get help, and you get what you need too.” I turn the phone to show her the confirmation screen. “Everybody wins.”

She stares at me, then at the phone, then back at me. I can practically see the gears turning in her head as she tries to find something to be pissed about.

“You can't just throw money at every problem,” she finally says, but there's less heat in her voice.

“Why the fuck not?” I step closer, pocketing my phone. “I have it. They need it. You need clothes. What's the issue?”

“The issue is...” She falters, struggling to articulate what's bothering her. “The issue is that normal people don't do this, Conrad. Normal people don't spend eighty thousand dollars on clothes for someone they've fucked exactly once.”

I can't help but laugh at that, which only makes her glare harder. “Katarina, when have I ever given you the impression that I'm normal? I’m about to turn that once into every fucking day. Wake up, cum in you and make you keep it in all day long. Bent over my desk, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the gym. In the fucking room off the corridor I’m having converted into our own private little gloryhole. I will be fucking you more than once, Katarina. Best believe that.”

Her eyes widen at my words, and I see the pulse jump in her throat. There's a moment of silence between us where I can practically feel the heat building.

“Now I think you should thank me,” I say, my voice dropping to a growl as I step closer to her. “For the office. For the donation. For all of it.”

Katarina's eyes narrow, a delicious defiance flashing across her face. “I'm not sucking your dick to say thank you,” she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. “If that's what you're angling for.”

I can't help the laugh that rumbles out of me. This woman—this fucking woman—never does what I expect.

“That is not what I want as a thank you,” I say, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. I let my fingers trail down her neck, feeling her shiver under my touch. “I want you to ride my face. Strip and drag that pussy up and down my face until you're screaming.”

Her lips part in surprise, her cheeks flushing a deep pink that makes my cock harden instantly.

“You...” She swallows, clearly thrown off balance. “You want me to...?”

“Sit on it,” I finish for her, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “I want to taste you, feel you coming against my tongue. I want you to use my mouth however you need to get off.”

She stares at me for a long moment, those green eyes searching mine like she's trying to figure out if I'm serious. Then, a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face.

I strip my clothes off quickly, my eyes never leaving her face as I move backward toward the bed. My cock is already hard, jutting out in front of me as I settle against the pillows.

“Show me what I'm getting,” I growl, propping myself up on my elbows.

Katarina's eyes rake over my naked body, lingering on my cock. She reaches for the hem of her black sundress and slowly drags it up over her hips, her thighs, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her skin. When she pulls it over her head and tosses it aside, my mouth goes dry.

Her fingers move to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease.

When she lets it fall away, I can't help but groan at the sight of her.

Her breasts spill free, full and perfect, with those pink nipples already tightening under my gaze.

She stands there in just her panties, and I swear my mouth actually waters.

“Your tits are so fucking pretty,” I tell her, not bothering to filter my thoughts. “Those nipples are fucking perfect. So cute and pink. Made to be in my mouth.”

She smirks, running her hands up her sides to cup her breasts. “You like these, huh?”

My cock jerks, pre-cum beading at the tip. “You know I fucking do.”

She smirks, pinching one of her nipples between her fingers. “You want to taste them?”

“I want to taste all of you,” I say, my voice rough with need.

Katarina saunters toward the bed, her hips swaying with each step. When she reaches the edge, she stops, looking down at me with those fierce green eyes.

“Lie down flat,” she commands, her voice dripping with authority. “If you're going to be my throne, I need you properly positioned.”

I chuckle but do as she says, sliding down until I'm flat on my back. My cock stands at attention, aching for her touch, but I know better than to rush her when she's like this.

“Good boy,” she says with a smirk, climbing onto the bed and straddling my chest. Her knees press into the mattress on either side of me, her panty-covered pussy just inches from my face.

I can smell her arousal, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to grab her hips and drag her down to my mouth.

“You said I could use you to get off,” she reminds me, her fingers trailing down my chest. “So that's exactly what I'm going to do.”

“Whatever you want, pretty girl,” I tell her, my hands coming to rest on her thighs. “My mouth is yours.”

She shifts forward, still wearing those black panties, and hovers over my face. “You think you're so fucking generous, don't you? Throwing money around like it’s your dic?—”

I don't let her finish. Her mouth is running a mile a minute, and my patience has hit its limit.

With one quick movement, I grab her panties at both sides and rip them clean apart, the sound of tearing fabric cutting through her words.

Before she can react, I grip her hips and yank her down onto my waiting mouth.

“Fuck!” she gasps, her complaint transforming into a moan as my tongue makes contact with her slick pussy.

I growl against her skin; the vibration making her thighs tremble around my head. She's so fucking wet already, her arousal coating my lips and chin as I devour her. All that sass and fire, and underneath it she's dripping for me.

“Conrad, you fucking asshole,” she manages to get out, but there's no heat in it—just breathless need as her hips begin to rock against my face.

I grip her ass with both hands, kneading the soft flesh as I lick a long stripe from her entrance to her clit. I could feast on her for hours.

“Oh god,” she moans, her hands flying to my hair, fingers digging into my scalp as she grinds down harder. “Fuck, your tongue...”

I focus on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it between my lips. Her whole body jerks, a strangled cry escaping her throat. I look up to see her head thrown back, those perfect tits thrust forward as she rides my face.

“That's it,” I mumble against her pussy, my words vibrating through her sensitive flesh. “Use my mouth. Take what you need.”

She looks down at me, her eyes hooded with lust, lips parted as she pants. “You ripped my fucking panties.”

I smirk against her cunt, giving her clit another hard suck that makes her gasp. “I bought you a hundred different pairs.”

“Of course you did,” she groans, rolling her eyes even as she grinds harder against my mouth. “Fucking rich asshole.”

I slip a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion. So tight, so wet, so fucking perfect. I add a second finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her thighs quake.

“Oh shit,” she gasps, her hips jerking. “Right there. Fuck, right there.”

I thrust my fingers in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her nipples are hard peaks, begging for attention. With my free hand, I reach up to pinch one, rolling it between my fingers.

She arches her back, grinding down harder on my mouth as I work her with my tongue and fingers. I can feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around my digits as her movements become more erratic.

“Fuck, Conrad, I'm gonna?—”

I pull my fingers out suddenly, replacing them with my tongue but easing the pressure on her clit. She whimpers in frustration, her nails digging into my scalp.

“What the fuck?” she gasps, trying to force my mouth back where she needs it.

“Not yet,” I growl against her flesh. “I want to make this last.”

Her thighs quiver as I tease her entrance with my tongue, deliberately avoiding her clit. I can feel her desperation building, her hips trying to angle toward where she needs my mouth the most.