But she still felt safe, especially as Kyle drew back from her lips, respecting the stupid boundary she’d chosen.
Why a kiss? Why does that matter?
Because it feels personal.She didn’t kiss the men she slept with, either. After that first disastrous red-headedboy had kissed her, when she’d decided she hated it, she’d stopped. Someone fucking her, well that was simple mechanics. A kiss?
It felt like more.Like too much.
She didn’t need that complication.
Somehow, Kyle could look attractive even with the discoloration of the bruises on his face. It seemed altogether unfair. Even though Alison never focused on her beauty, she knew damn well that the times she’d ended up bruised, when she’d been hurt, she hadn’t looked even better.
It wasn’t fair, especially when everything else these alphas did was already sexy.
It seemed that everything was stacked against her. There hadn’t been a chance at not succumbing to this, had there?
She expected Kyle to pull her up to his room—or Daniel’s—but instead, he brushed his fingers over the curve of her breast, then palmed her through the thin fabric of her top. The heat soaked through the shirt, and she gasped at the feeling.
“Out here?”
Kyle’s smirk never seemed to fade, only widening when he found amusement in something she’d done or said. “You shy?”
“Someone could see.”
“No one can see, and even if they could, this only helps to sell our story, right?”
The thought of being watched turned into another stroke against her as she imagined eyes staring at her, watching her being taken by these men. She’d had people stare at her before plenty of times, and normally sheloathedthe experience.
Her beauty had always felt like a tool at best, an annoying lie the rest of the time. However, withthemthere, people wouldn’t be looking at her as something to own.
Heat simmered through her.
Kyle chuckled before dragging his fingertips across her chest and over her other already-pebbled nipple. “You like that? Oh, sugar, how I want to show you off. I know a little club, the sort where people have some freedom, where they get to explore things that aren’t allowed in most places. You’d look pretty like this—only wearing a lot less, like just the collar and cuffs. I’d put you down on your knees so you could suck my cock while others watch, then pull you into my lap to fuck.Everyonewould stare, because you are quite the sight.”
A whine so thin that she felt it more than heard it escaped her lips. Her entire body felt electrified in a way it had never been before.
How could a few words do that to her? How could she fall this deep into want with nothing but some dirty talk and an almost innocent touch?
He grasped the hem of her shirt, then tugged it up and off.
The air that touched her bare breasts made Alison wish she’d worn a bra. She didn’t often, choosing tank tops with just enough support to keep everything in place, but perhaps around the alpha, something with more steps was needed.
Kyle knelt, moving as if he were doing any task, with efficiency rather than crazed passion.
It unnerved her.
Not that he noticed—or perhaps he did but just didn’t feel the need to comment.
He grasped her leggings at the waist and tugged them down, leaving her simple black panties in place. His fingers skimmed her as he went, the brushes of skin to skin like teases. He lifted one leg, then the other, to work the pants off, not asking, trusting her to keep her balance.
Of course, he went slowly and carefully enough that she didn’t even worry about falling.
He rose, then moved backward, looking at her as if studying something.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, unsure how to proceed, how to react.
Was she supposed to try to pose? She thought back to when she’d been trying to draw the attention of scouts at the bar. Should she act like that?
No.It didn’t feel right to…pretend, not right then.
