“God, yes!” I gasp. “You’re so good at this.”
His fingers on my clit change pace, swirling faster, and pleasure lances up my spine.
“Are you close, baby? I feel you clenching around me.”
I whimper, nodding along, coherent words lost while his thrusts send me rushing toward the edge.
“That’s it,” he urges, picking up pace, the slap of skin against skin, my gasps and his groans filling the room. “I want to feel that sweet pussy milk my cock, hellcat.”
His fingers twirl quicker again, and my hips work too, arching back despite his weight pinning me beneath him.
“So fucking greedy,” he rasps,nice and slowlong forgotten. “I wanted soft, sweet, but you don’t like soft, do you? You want a sore pussy. You want to feel me all day.”He slaps my clit hard enough to jolt my senses. “Come, Leilani. Fuckinggo.”
The orgasm tears me apart on cue. I bow off the bed, mouth open, incoherent moans filling the room. My vision whites out and every nerve fires at once. Koby doesn’t slow down, pushing into me faster, his fingers sinking into my skin deeper, his groans growing louder and hotter against my shoulder.
“There you go, so fucking perfect.” His hips stutter as he collapses over my back, chasing me over the edge.
He pumps in a few more times and a guttural curse tears out of him as he empties inside me.
“Best morning ever,” I sigh, eyes falling shut.
“That it is.” He pulls out, the slow drag of his cock making me whimper. He inches away, and spreads my ass cheeks, watching his warm cum spill out between my thighs. “Best view ever,” he says, pressing a kiss to my spine. “Stay still. I’ll clean you up.”
The words shatter the moment faster than a bucket of ice water tipped over my head ever could. My stomach clenches, chest tightens, and before I can stop andthink, I bolt upright, a ball of frustration flaring behind my ribs.
“No you fucking won’t,” I snap as he follows me out of bed.
My words come out sharp but the panic behind them rings louder. I shove him out of the way, and he stumbles back, surprise marring his features.
“Shit... sorry, I—” I begin.
“I know, hellcat,” he interrupts. “It’s okay. My bad. You told me last night I can’t do that for you. I forgot.”
I step closer, pressing my cheek against his chest, inhaling the salt and heat of him, hands draping over his neck. “At least I didn’t punch you this time.”
He chuckles. “Too bad. My bruises are fading. What will the guys have to mock me about if you stop throwing fists at me?”
“You’re a complicated man.”
“And you’re a complicated woman.” He pats my bare ass, then pecks my temple. “Go take a bath. I’ll shower in the guest bathroom. Anton will be calling in an hour.”
He disappears through the door, stark naked, his half-limp cock slapping against his thighs.
The man is a menace. Absolute menace.
And I can’t stop staring.
***
I hate this feeling, like I’m wading through thick fog that clings to my skin and seeps into my lungs.
Anton’s words bounce around my head long after the call’s ended, poisoning every brain cell until I can’t tell which thoughts are mine and which are tainted by his influence.
I sit on the couch, blinking almost in slow motion while trying to snap out of the spell Anton’s voice lulled me into. My body feels foreign, so fucking sluggish.
“Leilani.”
Koby crouches before me, his face level with mine, big hands on my knees, half-covered by the lace hem of my dress. I follow the fabric, the row of small buttons running along the front...
