“Didn’t expect that.”
“I dance for fitness.” she explains, walking back over to me and stepping back into her heels. “If I didn’t have this dress on, I’d give you quite the show.”
“That can easily be arranged.” I run my gaze over her body, and she bites her lip. When she does that, I want to claim that mouth. A lot of people think I’m lying when I say I haven’t kissed a girl. I haven’t, and I have never wanted to until this one. “Let’s continue.” I motion down the narrow corridor.
The first cabin we enter is one I use often. There’s a bed with restraints and bondage cuffs attached to it. The bedding is black silk. Kennedy tentatively steps inside the cabin. “You spend a lot of time here.” She guesses as she walks past a glass case filled with various equipment. Seeing her here makes me hard. She finishes her cocktail and sets it on the bedside table.
“I do.” I swallow. She looks over at me, and I don’t miss the look of desire that flashes across her face.
“Are you going to give all this up, after you marry, Amy?”
I smirk. “What do you think?”
She looks around the room, then back at me. “Highly unlikely.”
“Kennedy, we both know why you’re here. I just don’t understand what you hope to achieve by this.”
“Maybe.” She lifts a brow. “I’m hoping I’ll be able to lure it out of you.” she grins.
“I do like an attempt at persuasion,” I say, watching her every move.
She walks over to where my blades and knives are lined up. She picks up the exact knife I’d used to hurt the girl a year ago. A flash of what I’d done, has me growling, “Put that down.”
“Why?” she dares me, sashaying toward me, the knife in her small hands. “Does it scare you?” her voice is low.
I close my eyes, and I can still feel the weight of the blade in my hands, feel my orgasm as I press it into the woman’s throat. I open my eyes, and Kennedy stands before me. My hands wrap around her throat. Her eyes widen, and I hear the blade drop onto the plush carpet. Before I can stop myself, I’m backing her against a wall. “Don’t fucking test me.” My hands tighten a little more, but instead of fighting back, her hands reach for my erection. That completely surprises and disarms me, making me instantly loosen my hold on her.
“What’ll you do, Sai? You don’t scare me.”
Her eyes connect with mine, and I know I have to taste her. I grip the back of her head, bringing her face closer to me. Before I can stop myself, my lips press against hers, hard at first, but our lips quickly soften and mold together as if they were meant to be there. My tongue slips into her mouth. She tastes so fucking good, as her tongue entangles with mine. I’m in a trance. I can’t get enough of her, of this. I feel this kiss in my soul; it reaches right into my chest and clutches my heart. Her hands wrap around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, and we both fight for dominance, then give in just as easily. My hands slip under her dress, and I lift a leg around my waist. She wraps the other, and my straining cock pushes against her core. She grinds against me, and all I can think about in this moment is how badly I want to be inside her. That, I want to explore every inch of her. I walk her to the bed, our kiss breaking for only a second before I’m ravaging her again.
She’s too good for you. You know you want to hurt her, Sai.
Pushing the thoughts aside, as I kneel, lifting her dress over her perfect body. Underneath, she wears a matching lace white bra and thong. Her nipples are pebbled pressing against the fabric. “Fucking perfect.” Her lips are swollen, her hair a mess, and I have never seen anything so mesmerizing.
You’ll taint her. This isn’t who you are. You want to hear her scream.
I rip off my shirt and stand to remove my pants. Her eyes roam over me, ravenously. I hover over her, kissing her again. My hands everywhere all at once. I want to touch every inch of her, mark her, so she knows that she will never belong to anyone but me.
“Touch me, Sai.” she moans, and I slip a hand into her thong, my finger moving into her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I growl, my finger sliding over her glistening slit. She’s writhing and moaning beneath me, arching her back off the bed, begging me to fuck her.
She’s a filthy whore, Sai. Like the rest of them.
God, she’s not. She’s perfect.
Turn her around, Sai. Don’t look at her.
I stop touching her as if in a daze and turn her around, strapping her hands into the restraints. She giggles when I move to her feet and do the same. She’s gloriously spread eagle on the bed. I stand and reach for a small leather whip.
She turns her head, and when she sees it, she grins. “Kinky.”
“Don’t speak, little bird,” I warn her, and she smiles, wiggling her ass.
“Yes, Sir.” She is practically panting.
I rip off the thin material of her thong, and my hand connects with a cheek of her perfect ass.
