“You did, and I’m not saying I blamed you. I’d have ended them both, but that’s me. You are not as old or calculated to have considered that recourse as punishment. Tell me, did he satisfy your needs? Was he enough of a man for a creature like you that holds such rage and uses it against whatever crosses you?” When I just stared at him, he smiled. “How well did he fuck you, little girl?”
“What kind of question is that?” I blurted, appalled he would ask something so personal. “That’s none of your business.”
“I am making it my business by asking you, right here. I think a woman like you would need someone who isn’t afraid to pin you to the floor and fuck you like the dirty little bitch you really are. A man who isn’t worried about going to war against your tight little body,” he growled raspily, lowering his lips to press them against my ear. His hands tightened on my legs, forcing them to lift onto the desk. “You are violence that detonates without warning, yet you’re also very delicate when you’re not covered in bulletproof vests. There’s a softer side of you that craves to be manhandled while treated with respect. You don’t require some asshole to dominate you or prove you’re the weaker one in bed. You just need that control taken away long enough that your mind quiets and your body can feel what is happening to it.” His lips slid over my throat, causing my breathing to become erratic and sharp. Kieran’s hands left my legs, sliding around my back to unzip my dress.
I shuddered, frowning at his assessment of me. “I don’t think we should be discussing my love life, or lack thereof, Kieran.” I closed my eyes at the feel of him against me, moaning softly when his fingers danced over my spine. “I also don’t want to discuss what I need or don’t need in bed. This isn’t a sex education class, and I sure as shit didn’t sign up for one today. You’re not offering to be my sugar daddy or fuck me.” His hand twisted through my hair, forcing my head to the side as he dragged his heated breath over my skin. “Let me rephrase that. I’m not fucking you.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” he hissed, licking over the pulse thundering at the base of my neck. “Decide, woman. Will you willingly be mine, or will I be forced to make you do what I require of you?”
“You won’t change my mind,” I murmured, unable to stop the moan from escaping my lips. He chuckled darkly, slowly pressing one hand against my throat, while the other tangled in my hair, tilting my head until I was staring up at him.
Shadows slipped around me, pushing my legs apart, allowing him to press against the wetness he’d created. My arms were forced above me, and his mouth slammed against mine. Pressure started at my pussy, causing it to ache with the need to be filled with what he offered.
Kieran Knight didn’t fucking kiss. He devoured. He ravished. He obliterated. His shadows held my jaw as his tongue captured mine, dancing with it until I moaned hungrily against his heated kiss. His fingers pressed against my core, sliding beneath my panties to find the proof of my need. I gasped into his lips, slowly rocking on the finger that teased my sex.
When his lips left mine, and the shadows pushed the bodice of my dress down for him to drag his heated mouth over my breasts, I blinked, watching the image of us in the mirror’s reflection. The shadows were coming from him, gradually sliding from his spine to slither over my body. A shudder rushed through me as I saw them forming wings before closing around me, bathing me in their illuminating wickedness.
“What the fuck?” I snapped, pushing away from him. He didn’t release me, holding me against the hardness in his pants. His eyes burned into mine, and I fought to regain thought and my breathing, neither of which I could control right now. “No.”
“You want me,” he reminded, sliding his finger over my clit that pulsed to reach the final goal. “I want you. It’s not fucking complicated, Xari.”
“No,” I reiterated, shaking my head as I pushed him. I needed space to reclaim my composure. He was pissed. “I’m sorry, but I said no.”
“We’ll play it your way, then. Ender,” he called, and I saw a male move through the wall to enter the room. He smiled coldly, raking his gaze down my body like I was beneath him. “See Xariana home. Make sure nothing happens to her on the way there.”
“I don’t need an escort.” I slid down from the desk as Kieran backed away from me. “I can get there myself.”
“I protect what belongs to me.” He smiled with an expression that sent ice shooting down my spine.
“I am not yours. I don’t work for you. I said no.”
“We’ll see. You’ll change your mind when you’re ready to find your dad.” He searched my face briefly before turning to Ender, then glancing back at me, he licked his finger. I opened my mouth to protest, but he moaned, and my pussy fluttered with disappointment that I hadn’t waited until I’d at least come before rejecting him. “You’re not bitter at all. Strangely enough, you taste fucking delicious.”
I shook my head, remembering his question in one of my dreams. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out the sounds as my vision swam. Startled, I turned, grabbing a glass of whisky to down it before heading for the door.
“I’ll see you soon, Xari. When you decide the better alternative is to work for me, you will get on your knees and beg. Remember, I tried to do this the easy way, to make this gentle on you, but unfortunately, you’ve left me no choice.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
I decided I wasn’t ready to go home. Instead, I fully intended to scratch the itch that Kieran had started. So, I asked Ender to take me to one of the lesser-known clubs in town. I peered around while a silent, broody bouncer waited by the door. Ender objected to me coming here, but I’d shot him down, telling him my intentions for the evening.
A man I knew liked to rough girls up for fun caught my eye, and I smiled. He was a wolf that I’d had on my list for months. He hadn’t crossed the line into murdering anyone, but he left them pretty abused after he’d finished using them. Unfortunately, the guild only got involved when rape or murder was committed.
Strolling toward the male, I grinned when he turned, slowly dragging his lecherous gaze down my body. Frowning, I reconsidered taking him into the storage room, but I needed to get my cravings under control. I shuddered, then snorted when he opened his mouth, releasing the scent of stale beer.
“Let’s fuck, asshole,” I growled, snatching his hand to tug him into the abandoned room that held the kegs. This place didn’t sell enough beer to go through many, which left that area unoccupied.
“Damn, baby,” he hissed, grabbing me and pushing me against the wall.
My head hit the wall, and I turned narrowed eyes on him as he reached into his pants, freeing his flaccid cock. Groaning at my misfortune, I slipped my panties off over the garters and held them. He lifted his hand, cupping my neck, and shoved it down, forcing me to watch him stroke and tease his cock into a solid state.
I grimaced at the tiny little fella trying to make an appearance. It looked like he hadn’t graduated from tortoise school, too shy to leave his shell.
“You want a piece of that, you fucking bitch?” he snarled, yanking me up by the hair.