“Huh.” Xavier frowns, and his thoughts must mirror mine.
“There’s a tracking device on the car, but that’s because all the Barrons’ cars are fitted with them.”
“Why hasn’t he tried to bug you again?” Xavier asks, tugging on his lip ring as his brow furrows.
“I’ve asked myself the same question, but I can’t get a read on Charlie. I literally have no clue what’s going through his mind. I—”
A loud noise from the rear of the warehouse cuts me off mid-speech. I stand, and a flurry of butterflies sprouts in my chest. Xavier leans forward on his elbows, watching the side door.
Kai appears first, and he stalks toward me like a marauding Viking intent on pillage.
An instant ache throbs in my core, and my legs turn to Jell-O. His eyes ooze danger as he charges toward me, and my heart speeds up to coronary-inducing levels.
A cavalcade of emotions assaults me, and I can’t decipher how I’m feeling, because I’m all kinds of fucked up after today.
God, he’s so fucking gorgeous when he’s all pissed and angry.
I’m sick in the head.
I know it.
But this version of Kai never fails to arouse me.
I want him to take all that aggression out on my body, and I’m already quivering in anticipation.
He reaches me, grabbing my wrist and yanking me toward the secure office at the back of the warehouse. “No one follow us,” he barks, tossing his command over his shoulder.
Drew scowls, looking at me with concern in his eyes. Jackson waggles his brows and blows me a kiss. Sawyer rolls his eyes, already looking bored.
Kai’s hand is like a furnace in mine, and he’s dragging me with him at a record pace. I totter on my heels as I struggle to keep up with him, but I don’t complain because he radiates fury like a flashing beacon. He yanks the door to the office open, pulling me inside. The door slams as he kicks it shut, quickly locking it.
He turns to face me, and steam is practically billowing out of his ears.
My hand is raised before I process the motion. His head whips back as I slap him hard.
Darting forward, he grabs my ponytail, yanking my head back sharply. I cry out as a sharp sting rips across my scalp.
His mouth descends on mine in a brutal, harsh kiss that electrifies every nerve ending in my body. He grabs my butt, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist as he walks us backward toward the conference table, our lips never losing contact.
Laying me flat on the table, he takes my shoes off and tugs my leggings down my legs. All the while, his angry eyes pin me in place, and I barely risk breathing. Shoving my dress up to my waist, he slants a dark look at me before ripping my lace panties off. A cool breeze floats across my bare pussy, and a rush of liquid lust pulses deep in my core. He pushes my legs farther apart, parting my pussy lips with his thumbs, and stares at my most intimate parts. Lowering his head, he swipes his hot tongue along my slit, and a guttural moan escapes my lips.
“Fuck, yes.” God, I need this. I need this so badly.
He devours my pussy, sliding his tongue in and out of my channel, while he rubs his thumb against my clit. My orgasm is already building, and I arch my back, lifting my legs and placing them on his shoulders, forcing his mouth even closer to my core.
I cry out when he roughly shoves two fingers into my pussy, thrusting them in and out in quick succession, coating them in my juices before ramming them into my ass. He pumps his fingers in and out of my tight hole, as his tongue returns to my pussy, doing wicked things to my hot flesh. My body bucks and thrashes, and my climax is building, building, building, almost reaching dizzying heights when he removes his tongue and his fingers and sets my legs down on the table.
I squeeze my eyes shut, caging the scream that begs to let loose.
He’s punishing me. Stopping me from coming. And I want to rage at him. But I want to fuck his brains out more. “Fuck me now,” I demand, glaring at him.
He arches a brow, not moving an inch, as he watches me squirming on the table, clearly enjoying torturing me.
“Fuck me now or I’ll go home and fuck Charlie,” I hiss. It’s averylow blow, and I shouldn’t taunt him. Even though we both know those words are a lie, it’s still unforgivable.
A primal growl erupts from the base of his throat, and he rips his shirt off before unbuckling his jeans and thrusting them down his legs along with his boxers. His long, thick cock springs free, and I wet my lips in anticipation.
He strokes himself as he pins dark eyes on me. “I should leave you wanting for daring to say that to me.” He pumps his cock harder as my hand slides down my stomach. “For daring to kiss that asshole in front of me.”
