His hands traced the lines of my back, not violently, but with a meticulousness that left me painfully aware of every inch of myself. I felt utterly exposed, vulnerable, and yet, I trusted him to the dangerous edge of reason. The line between fear and desire blurred, shifting like liquid in dim light.
“Strip,” Kaius commanded, and the word fell over me like a lash.
I obeyed, trembling, hands fumbling to lift the loose band tee over my shoulders. The fabric slipped silently from my fingers to the floor. My shorts followed in a slow, deliberate motion, leaving me in nothing but a simple black thong. His eyes devoured me, causing goose bumps to crawl across my skin. Even though he had seen me before, something about this—the intimacy, the control, the heat—made it different. Dangerous. Thrilling.
“You’ve got nothing,” he murmured, almost to himself, low and resonant. His gaze lingered, studying, drinking me in. “But you were reckless.”
A shaky breath escaped me. My legs trembled under me, though I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or arousal. His eyes darkened, unreadable and intense, pressing into me with palpable heat.
“You’ll stay out of the basement,” he said sharply, voice final, decisive. “Or next time…”
The threat hung unsaid, but I understood perfectly. The memory of his hand brushing along my back, the quiet cadence of his voice, both commanding and intimate, would linger long after tonight. I nodded, eyes lowered, acutely aware that he was still watching, measuring, memorizing every movement, every subtle quiver. Silence stretched, dense, thick, electric. Then, hisfingers lifted my chin, drawing my gaze to meet his. The heat in his eyes was intense, a flame licking at the edges of my self-control. His touch ghosted down my front, skimming over skin that burned under the brush of his fingers, before dipping between my legs. Kaius shifted my panties aside, and without any warning, he shoved two fingers into my already wet pussy.
A gasp escaped me, my back arching into the door as I stepped back into it. But he didn’t let me get far, following my movements until my spine pressed against the hard surface, eyes rolling back as the rhythm of his fingers intensified. With his free hand, he lifted one of my legs, changing the angle and finding a spot that had my muscles quivering, heat filling my core with an intensity I couldn’t deny. A moan slipped past me, helpless and raw, as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.
“You’re never going to go snooping again, are you, kitten?” His voice, hot and low, caused me to shiver.
“No,” I breathed, shaking my head. “I swear I won’t.”
“I’m not sure I believe you.” His chuckle was deep as his thumb moved in perfect rhythm with his fingers over my swollen clit, teasing me mercilessly. He added a third finger, pumping in and out of me rapidly, each stroke bringing me closer to the edge.
“I’m so close,” I gasped, voice strangled, caught between shame and desire.
“Hmm,” he hummed, pulling my face up to meet his. His eyes locked with mine, unrelenting, a grin tracing his lips before he pulled his fingers free, slapping a hand down against my cunt. I jolted, a whimper of disapproval escaping me.
Kaius’s smirk was cruel and knowing as he brought his fingers to his lips, taking his time to taste me, before speaking. “Sorry, kitten. Only good girls get to come. And you have been far from that today.”
Before I could protest, he shifted my leg back to the ground and moved me away from the door before exiting the office. I was left trembling, hot, wound tight, a storm of need and frustration coursing through me. My chest rose and fell rapidly, every muscle alive, every nerve screaming.
Slamming my head back against the door, I groaned out, “Fuck me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
kaius
“We are doing a bonfire tonight,”Astoria said as she strutted into a booth in the corner of the bar.
Acelynn sat in the chair to my right, legs resting over mine as she shared the space. She was absent-mindedly scrolling on her phone, trying her best not to twitch as my hand rose higher onto her thigh with every stroke. I knew she was still mad at me for the stunt I had pulled the other day in my office, but at least she was talking to me again. I turned my gaze up from the bar’s books to look at my little sister.
She shook her head at my glare. “No arguing. We haven’t had any fun recently, and it is making all of you grumpy.”
“I am a ray of fucking sunshine, Tor,” Nolan said as he breezed past her to sit to my left.
She shot him a look but didn’t scold him like she typically did.
“A bonfire sounds fun.” Acelynn peeled her eyes from her phone screen. “But won’t someone notice if we light up the field behind the bar?”
“Oh, sweet innocent Acelynn,” Nolan cooed after her, reaching across to pinch one of her cheeks.
She swatted at his hand, retreating closer to me. I slung one arm over her shoulders, pulling her into me.
Nolan continued, “We don’t light up the field behind the Queen’s Table. The Knights take our party out to the middle of the desert near the old airplane hangar.”
“There is an old airplane hangar?” Acelynn perked up at the idea.
I chuckled. “Yes, we have been going since we were teens. Started out as a way to hide our partying from our parents, but turned into somewhat of a tradition, you could say.”
“And no one will bother us there?” She peeked up at me, hazel eyes wide and full of wonder.
