Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Kylian doesn't move to touch me, and I don't turn to pay him any notice because Nate holds all my attention. "You look like a goddess," Nate says, then draws his lip between his teeth and bites down. He's losing a grip on his arousal, exactly the way I want him to. I could come again with the press of his thumb on my clit, but that would mean releasing his hands, and I'm relishing my power more than I would another orgasm. I want to watch him fall apart so close that I'll feel his releasing breath against my lips. We move together like the ocean lapping at the shore, like a breeze causing branches to sway back and forth, and I watch it all, feeling him pulsing inside me, his big body tensed between my soft thighs, and it's perfect.
Only when he smiles, cheeks pink with pleasure, do I release his hands and allow him to touch me.
Turning, I find Kylian glaring at me so fiercely I wonder if he'll ever concede or if he'd rather leave this tiny apartment with blue balls and a raging erection. Maybe he'll never be able to face up to the fact that he can let others lead and not lose his soul as a result. But I'm determined to have a damn good try at showing him.
"You know the rules," I say. "If you want this…" I trail a hand over my breasts, pausing to tweak a nipple while his eyes follow my movements. "You have to get on your back."
"Fuck it," he says, turning to take a step towards the door. "You need to get to room twenty-eight, and then I'll take you any way I want."
"That's true," I say softly. "In room twenty-eight, you can take, but in my room, I give. That's the difference."
The way his spine stiffens as he pauses makes me hold my breath. Turn, I whisper in my head. Turn.
When he doesn't, I slide off Nate and pad on bare feet towards Kylian, pushing my skirt to the floor. He's still when I place my hand on the middle of his back, the place he carries scars for his brothers and for me. Still, when I kiss the top of his arm through his warm shirt. Still, when I round him and brush his cheek with my fingers. Confused sapphire blue eyes stare down at me, as if I'm speaking to him in a foreign language.
"On the bed," I say softly. "And I'll give you what I gave your brothers."
"Why do you have to be so difficult?" he says, reaching out to cup my jaw. "Why can't you just do as you're told?"
"This is a definite case of the pot calling the kettle," I smile, and then I almost combust when a ghost of a smile touches his lips.
I unfasten his belt, holding his gaze. Undoing his pants, I reach for his cock, pumping it twice in my hand. I bend, trailing my tongue over the head, and relish the shiver that rushes through his whole body, and when I straighten and put my hand on his chest, he doesn't resist the pressure I put there. Unlike his brothers, he doesn't try to touch me, and I don't need to hold his hands against the sheets. As I press myself down onto him, he closes his eyes for a moment, lost in both the physical and psychological feeling that this is giving him. I caress his cheek, wanting a greater connection between us because sex isn't just about touch. We experience pleasure and pain in our minds too. For Kylian, his dominance keeps him safe, but with me on top, he has to trust. He has to concede what he clings to, and that surrender is what causes the tear to slide from my eye. He watches it as it makes its way down my cheek and drops from my jaw onto his shirt. No words are spoken, but a million are heard and understood.
It takes a long time for him to come, a long time for us to build up to a moment that I could never have imagined. With his brothers watching, I take Kylian apart piece by piece, and when we're done, when I'm wrung out with pleasure, and he's lost in his, all I can hope is that he'll let me put him back together again.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Or maybe when the contract's completed and, we can be who we really are.
14
LYLE
THE TIES THAT BIND
Things are different at the club. At least between Honor, Nate, and me. Even though I just had her a few hours ago, I’m desperate to have her again, and as soon as we’re together behind the closed door of room twenty-eight, Nate and I strip off Honor’s clothing, piece by piece, laying kisses on her skin as we go.