Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“No,” she growled.
What did it say about me that her stubbornness made my cock twitch?
Nipping and kissing down her spine, Kenzie shuddered beneath me. “Say it. You don’t come until you do.”
“You don’t come until I do.”
My grin was wolfish. “I’ll take that bet.”
Reaching the end of my trail, I curled under her legs and descended again. Over and over, I brought her to the end of orgasm and then pulled out. Kenzie was cursing and begging me in equal measure.
“I fucking swear, Alexander,” she gasped. “You could have a blow job coming or a blow to the head. You are gambling away the last of your luck— Uh, yes, baby. Right there.”
“Right there?” I crooked my finger, picking up the pace as her clit tortured under my tongue. Her cries turned higher, about rattling the walls. I was glad the builders soundproofed the mess out of the Fairfield decades ago. If anyone busted in to help the woman in “distress” and interrupted us right now, I would lose my mind.
No one would save Kenzie from me.
“So close,” I gruffed. “Say it.”
She whimpered. Beads of sweat slicked her skin, making her shine under the spotlight fluorescents. “Bane, please.”
“What’s it going to be? You’re so close I can taste it. Be a shame to stop now.”
“Add evil to your list of character traits! Uhh,” she half moaned, half whined. “Dammit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby, please don’t stop.”
I pulled one finger out. “Sorry for what?”
Kenzie whapped me square on the left butt cheek, ripping a laugh out of me. This was the most fun, violent sex I ever had.
“I’m sorry your blow job is going to be all teeth.”
“Close enough.” Lifting us both up—me on my knees and Kenzie practically on her head—I took my finger out, and slipped my tongue in. Kenzie moaned loud and without abandon as I tongue-fucked her sweeter-than-mint-chocolate pussy. Suddenly, she went rigid.
Kenzie came, digging so hard in the couch she pierced the leather.
“Wow.” She slid boneless out of my hold, turning on her back. “You’re not afraid to torture a girl, but at least it’s worth the wait.”
I fished a condom from the remains of my pants. “First lesson: like promises, threats are meant to be kept.”
“Mmm. I’ll remember that.” Kenzie grinned, curling around my neck as I settled her on my lap. “What’s lesson number two?”
“All in due time.” Gripping her hips, I slowly lowered her on my cock—eyes rolling up in my head as I was sheathed in her warm, tight hole. “I plan on being thorough. Making sure every lesson”—I thrust hard—“penetrates.”
“Uh!” Pleasure and pain laced her cry. She leaned back—head hanging, gripping my shoulders. I started pumping and Kenzie met me dip for buck.
We set a fast, punishing pace. Kenzie bounced on my lap like she was putting out a fire. Her screams definitely made it seem like she was feeling the heat.
I buried my face in her heaving bosom, thanking Mercury for the day this woman emerged from the trees. “I’m so glad you weren’t a stack of porn.”
Kenzie’s laugh was part sharp intake of breath. “Not sure what that means, but I am too.”
My balls tightened, and my grip on her waist with it. “This is just sex. Hot, dirty, sweaty sex, but just sex.” I didn’t know if I was saying it to her, or me. “We can’t be more, Kenzie.
“When the Brotherhood took you— When they hurt you, I changed too.”
“Oh, Bane,” she whispered—almost too low for me to hear. Raising my head, she crushed our lips together. Or maybe I did.
Kissing passionately, I exploded inside her—pouring my fears, pain, ecstasy, and everything I couldn’t say into Kenzie.
I came down like a skydiver without a shoot, collapsing flat on my back—spent. Kenzie curled up on my chest, practically purring.
“You’re not out of practice at all.”
“I wasn’t worried about my skills.” I tucked her between me and the couch. Our damp foreheads pressed together, gazes locked. “Were you?”
“Nope,” she said, pecking my nose. “I knew it would be perfect.”
Sighing, I traced designs on her hip. “We should have ground rules.”
“Don’t the standard ones apply?”
“What are they?”
“We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend, so we don’t act like it. No carriage rides through Mercy Park. No candlelit dinners at Estelle where we gaze soulfully into each other’s eyes. No late-nights talking on the phone—”
“No,” I broke in. “Not that. You can always talk to me, Kenzie. Anytime. About anything. I’ve behaved like a jackass since before New York, but no more. No matter what, you and I will always be friends.”
She smiled so happily it punched a hole through my gut. This is why she was kryptonite to me. I have no defenses around Mackenzie Blaine.
“Okay, lots of talking,” she amended. “But no drama. We’re both adults. We can be mature about a casual relationship. Last, no... no monogamy.”