Kiss Me Book 1 Page 7

  Scooting away from her desk, she climbed from her chair. Slowly, she stretched and rolled her aching muscles. Making her way into the kitchen, she pulled out stuff to make a sandwich. However, a sandwich sounded less than appealing. After putting everything away, she grabbed a banana and her favorite book. Deciding that a little relaxation in the sun would be perfect, she made her way to the back patio. The beautiful blue pool sparkled back at her in the heat of the July sun.

  When the house was built, she insisted a ten-foot-tall privacy fence be built around it to keep eyes from prying. She shimmied out of her clothes and stretched out on one of the chairs. The sun warmed her bare skin.

  As she let the tension from her body slip away with the rays of the sun, her mind began to drift back to Christian. He’d been so cold as he sat on the couch staring at her. He seemed like he genuinely did not give a shit about anything that had just happened between them. Her ego was stung, and her pride was wounded. She’d allowed herself to be vulnerable for the first time in a very long time, and it had come back and bit her in the ass both figuratively and quite literally.

  The thought of ass biting took her thoughts in an entirely different direction, though. Behind her closed eyes she could see Christian’s hands as they played over her body as if she were an instrument, ready to be plucked. With each stroke and strum she was left humming and purring under his touch.

  “Ugh,” she groaned as she threw her arm over her face.

  She saw his mouth on her nipples, tugging and pulling them with his teeth. Each sharp tug pulled a cry of pleasure and pain from her. Seemingly without thinking, her hand moved over her left breast and began to pinch and roll her nipple between her fingers. Pleasure began to bloom between her thighs as she squeezed and groped her tit.

  She could still feel Christian’s mouth against her slit as he ravaged her with his tongue, driving her to the very peak of her existence. Her hands stilled, and she sat up with a start, unsure of what had broken her from her thoughts.

  Looking around, she saw Christian leaning casually against the door that opened into the house.

  “Don’t stop on my account,” he said as a wicked smile formed on his face, flashing his impossibly white teeth in her direction.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” she said as she climbed from her chair and stood with her hands on her hips. He’d already seen every inch of her—there was no need to be shy about her body now.

  “I came to talk to you, but it looks like you’ve got other things in mind.”

  She watched as he tucked his hair behind his ear and pierced her with those blue come-fuck-me eyes. He was wearing ripped jeans and black scuffed biker boots. A tight white t-shirt was stretched across his thick chest and arms. She licked her lips, and for a brief moment she forgot what she had been talking about.

  “How in the hell did you even get in?”

  “Front door was unlocked,” he said.

  “You don’t know how to knock?”

  “I did. Your car was here, and I got worried when you didn’t answer. Now I see you are more than fine,” he said as his eyes rolled over her body. Her nipples tightened under his gaze, and moisture began to gather between her thighs. He licked his lips, and slowly his gaze met hers.

  “Well. I’m fine. You can leave now.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond as she turned her back to him and dove into the cool, rippling water. She swam the entire length of the pool, hoping the water would soothe the flaming desire that was threatening to burn her alive.

  When she broke the surface, she was relieved to see that Christian was nowhere in sight. Sighing in relief, she lay back in the water and floated along the surface. Suddenly something grabbed her and pulled her under. Panic overcame her, and she sucked in a mouth full of water. She came up coughing and sputtering.

  When she turned, she saw Christian behind her, blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

  “Are you out of your fucking mind? You nearly drowned me!” she screeched.

  “Relax,” he said as he lay back and floated. His extremely nude body glistened in the sun as the tiny droplets glittered like diamonds. His arousal was very apparent. Though he was not fully erect, he was still impressive.

  Be strong, she told herself.

  She made her way to the stairs and climbed from the pool, wringing her hair out as she went.

  “Come on, princess. Get back in and talk.”

  “Fuck you, Christian. I’m done talking to you. I said everything I needed to last night.”

  She watched as he stood and walked to the stairs, which he climbed very slowly from the water. He looked like a Greek god as the water sluiced off his body as he emerged. There was a wicked, predatory gleam in his eyes as he watched her.

  She gulped, and her resolve began to tremble. Her brain may have been refusing him, but her body was begging her to go to him. It needed to feel him against her, inside her. She frowned and took a step back.

  “We need to talk,” he said evenly as he stopped in front of her.

  “I don’t have anything else left to say.”

  “You’re lying,” he said. “I can see the hunger in your eyes. I see the way you want me when you look at me.”

  She snorted. “Full of yourself much?”

  “Say it’s not true. The way I make you feel when I do this . . .” his hand skimmed down the flatness of her stomach and slipped between the folds of her pussy.

  “It’s not true,” she said defiantly.

  “Liar,” he said as he ran his nose along her jaw line.

  Her lips parted and she sucked in a sharp breath as his finger lazily circled her clit. “You’re already wet for me. You want me buried inside that pussy, don’t you? You want me to fuck you like I did last night. It’s all you’ve been able to think about,” he said, panting into her ear.

  “N-no,” she said and gasped as he slid two fingers into her hole.

  “You’re body says differently.”

  You better stop this, her brain screamed through the fog. You’ll. Be. Sorry.

  With every last ounce of brainpower she had, she put her hands against his chest and pushed. “Get away from me.”

  Taken off guard, Christian stumbled back. He drew his fingers to his lips and licked her moisture away. Damn him.

  Without thinking, her hand snapped out and landed across his cheek.

  “You bastard. You self-absorbed fucking bastard,” she ranted. “You think because you’re hot shit that you can do whomever you want and treat them like whores. You take what you want and refuse to give back. I’m not your whore,” she said, seething.

  She thought she’d made a dangerous mistake when his eyes narrowed dangerously and he took a menacing step forward. Her palm ached and immediately she was sorry. She must have been outside her mind to strike at a man who could easily overpower her.

  However his next move shocked her to the core. He wrapped his hands in her hair and roughly jerked her forward, causing their mouths to come together in a bruising and punishing kiss. She fought against him, slapping at his chest and beating against his shoulders. His hold on her hair tightened as his grip tightened around her arm.

  His tongue swiped over the roof of her mouth, causing tiny shivers to surge through her body. Suddenly her fight was becoming a very different one. Finally he pulled back and they were both panting. “You’re pissed at me! Good. You want it rough? Baby I can give it to you rough,” he said as he sank his teeth into her shoulder. She screamed out and buckled beneath him. Her nails raked against his back, and he groaned.

  She was done—there was nothing to do against him. She was pissed as hell, and, at the same time, he’d already begun to build another fire inside of her. She needed an outlet.

  Leaning forward, she sank her teeth into his shoulder. He jerked her head back roughly. “Not here,” he said as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the stairs. He took them two at a time, and she instructed him to her bedroom.

  He deposit
ed her on the bed, but she didn’t stay there. She launched herself out and began swinging at him with all the force she could muster. OK, she wasn’t a fighter, but she got some satisfaction when he grunted as one of her fists connected against his jaw.

  “That’s a girl,” he said, goading her as he grabbed her by the throat. He added just enough pressure to get his point across. Moisture exploded from her pussy as desire caused her skin to twitch. She flung a slap at him but he ducked the blow as he roughly shoved her into a wall.

  He released her throat, gathered her wrists, and slammed them into the wall above her head. The force rattled the wall, causing a couple of pictures to crash to the floor. Glass shattered, but she didn’t care as his punishing mouth found hers once more. She bit his lip and he growled; reaching his hands between their bodies, he roughly shoved two fingers into her pussy and began to pump them fiercely.

  “Argh,” she screamed as her legs buckled and her back arched from the wall. His body kept her pinned there. She let loose a growl of frustration and dug her claws into his back. He grunted his approval and continued to plunge his fingers into her roughly. He even added a third finger, causing her to buck and kick as he stretched her hole.

  “You good and pissed yet?” he asked as his tongue licked up her neck.

  “Bastard,” she said, a half moan, half hiss.

  “I knew that little wild cat was in there somewhere, princess. She just had to be riled up.”

  He jerked her from the wall and tossed her roughly to the bed. She tried to scramble away, but he grabbed her roughly by the ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Putting his hands on the insides of her thighs, he pushed them as far apart as they would go, opening her wide.

  “What a beautiful pussy,” he said as he fell to his knees and sucked each one of her lips in his mouth. Gently he nipped at her with his teeth before dipping his tongue into her exposed hole.

  She tried to move her legs but his firm grip prevented it. He rolled his tongue alone the outside of her slit. Amy felt as if she was going to explode as he tortured her. She wrapped her fingers through his hair and forced his face fully into her pussy, just as he’d forced her down on his cock the night before.

  “Lick it,” she demanded.

  He did as he was told and pushed his tongue deeply into her. “More,” she said as she jerked on his hair.

  “Oh, right there. Uhhh, that’s right. Oh shit, Christian. You’re going to make me come,” she wailed as she released her hold on his hair and gripped the sheets beside her. Just as she reached the precipice she pulled back.

  “Nooo,” she cried out she lashed out at him but he was too quick. Grabbing her by the hips, he rolled her onto her stomach and placed a hand in the middle of her back, holding her down on the bed.

  “My turn,” he said. She tried to get away from him but the pressure was too much as he held her onto the mattress with one hand while guiding his cock into her with the other.

  Amy gasped as he roughly entered her. She was more turned on than ever before. He was getting rough with her, and she liked it. She craved it.

  Christian leaned forward, pressing his back to her chest as he rammed her from behind. Her feet were flat on the floor as he dove into her like a jackhammer.

  “You’re going to fucking listen to what I have to say,” he said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

  “Fuck you,” she said over her shoulder.

  “Oh, I plan on it,” he said as he continued to pound her harder than ever. Reaching over, he grabbed both hands and pinned them behind her back. Holding them there, he stood back and landed a sharp, openhanded blow against her ass.

  “Oh . . . yessss,” she moaned.

  “Are you going to listen to what I have to say?”

  “Fuck you,” she said as she panted, almost out of breath.

  Another hard blow fell on her ass. She bucked and squealed.

  “Now.”

  “Never!” she said. Her words were muffled by the blankets. Her body was trembling violently. Her inner walls began to quiver, and her toes started to curl. Passion was racing through her rapidly. She was about to come.

  “You’re going to listen to what I have to say, one way or the other.”

  Right before her release took over, Christian let go and withdrew. She was panting and burning with need for a release. She rolled over and found him staring down at her smugly. His hands were on his hips, and his cock was rigid and pointing up proudly. The entire length—a good ten inches—was slick with her moisture.

  She was nearly in pain with the edge of her release being right there and being unable to find it on her own.

  “I don’t have to listen to you,” she said as she put her heels on the bed and spread herself wide in front of him. Reaching down she spread her thick moisture over her pussy and began to rub herself. She tossed her head back as she braced herself with her other hand.

  Faster and faster she rubbed. When she opened her eyes and looked back at Christian, his eyes were watching her hungrily. His hand was stroking his cock as he watched her. Watching him stroke himself while she fingered herself only served to heighten her already-through-the-roof arousal. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed to feel his cock pulsing inside her. She needed to come as he rode her.

  “Fine,” she finally said, conceding.

  “Fine what!” he said.

  “I will let you talk. Just, please, lick me. Suck me. Fuck me. I don’t care what you do to me—just please make me come,” she begged.

  “Though you’d never ask.”

  He took one long stride, jerking her from the bed. Her legs scissored around his hips as his dick rammed home. He lost his balance slightly, and they both crashed against the wall, but that didn’t stop them. He pinned her beneath him on the wall and pushed deeply into her. He could feel the slight bump as the tip of his dick pressed against her cervix, but she didn’t seem to mind, so he didn’t stop. She clutched his shoulder with one hand and the dresser with the other. The contents crashed to the floor, shattering bottles of perfume, dumping jewelry and sending pictures skittering across the hard wood.

  “Harder. Oh Christian. That’s right. I’m going. To. Come!” she said and bucked and arched, scratched and bit as wave after beautiful wave crashed over her and pulled her under. She was gasping for air as Christian shot his release deeply inside her.

  She lost track of time and of how long they remained locked together, she forced against the wall. When Christian finally pulled out of her she slid down the wall and put her feet on the floor. She looked around her bedroom, and it looked like she’d been robbed again. The mattress was a mess, the sheets pulled completely off. There was broken glass littering the floor and a curtain rod was hanging, ripped from its hold by the curtain she’d apparently pulled down.

  She looked at Christian and realized that he’d sustained quite a bit of damage as well. Angry red claw marks marred his beautiful chest as teeth marks took up several spots on his shoulder. She felt bad that she’d caused so much damage.

  He saw where her eyes had gone and smiled at her. They were both still breathing rather hard. “Don’t worry about it,” he said.

  “I—I didn’t mean too,” she said behind her fingertips.

  “Yes you did. You were pissed and needed to take it out on me. I let you.”

  “You let me?”

  He nodded. “I did. Let’s just say I love it when you get wild. I knew you had it in you all along, I just wasn’t sure how to get it out of you!”

  “You knew?”

  “I love rough sex. The rougher the better. Biting turns me on. Scratching turns me on, but what pushed me over the edge was when you challenged me and allowed me to hold you down on the bed and fuck that sweet little pussy from behind. You submitted to me, even though you were pissed as hell.”

  “I still am pissed as hell, and if I could feel my legs right now I’d be storming away.” She laughed softly. He chuckled as well.

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p; “Listen. I know you have a lot to be pissed about, but let me explain something! Then once I am finished we can figure out the next step.”

  She thought about what he’d said for a few moments and then nodded. Taking him by the hand, she led him through the debris and onto the bed. She sat unabashedly naked in front of him and waited for him to begin.

  “When I was thirty I really got into the art scene. My mother helped me get my foot in the door with some of her clients from Italy. Anyhow, I shot to the top of the lists. Everyone wanted a piece of my work, and, more importantly, people wanted me to buy work from them. I’ve always dreamed of opening my own gallery.

  “A couple of years ago I sold everything I owned and bought the warehouse. Slowly, I began to gather different pieces of art and showcase them privately. The artist would rent out the space for a night and host a showing. It was like this that I began to gain more bank. When I got enough saved, I began to display my own, but I was also buying some as well. It was at one of these shows that someone approached me about buying some art. He took me to his home, and I was shocked at the beauty of the pieces. They were stunning and I knew I had to have them.

  “He told me that he had procured the art from an estate closing, which I soon found out was all an elaborate hoax.”

  Amy was pulled into his story, even though she had a feeling she already knew where it was going. “I displayed this art at another gallery. Imagine my surprise when a whole SWAT team showed up and wrestled me to the ground. I was charged with felony theft.”

  “But you didn’t know!”

  He nodded his head. “I did know, at least on some level I did. I ignored the gut feeling I had and pretended the deal wasn’t as fishy as it really was. Anyhow, Amar put his entire career on the line by getting me off the hook with just a warning.

  “But when you went to the police and my record was pulled, they put two and two together. Amar was able to get me out of there—but not before red flags went up. If they wanted to badly enough, they could search my gallery and, while they can find that everything is purchased legally, your stuff is still there, and it is very obvious that it is stolen.”