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As the kiss continued, becoming a moment of intense need, I squeezed my hand around her lovely neck, finally taking a deep breath before issuing another whisper. “We’re going to get to know each other extremely well, Suzannah.”
“We are?”
“Absolutely. But for now, I continue fucking you. Now, I’ll enjoy claiming your sweet little ass.”
CHAPTER12
Suzannah
Lips weren’t supposed to be so captivating. Neither were commands given by a mysterious predator.
Or fingers that drove me to near madness when they pumped inside my pussy.
Only the man who was fucking me was no longer a complete mystery.
Kendrick’s stare in the reflection was one of intense hunger, famished even more than before. I sensed not just a moment of utter possession but one tripping into obsession. Was that possible with someone I’d just met, someone I was fucking as if our lives depended on it?
The question wasn’t one I could easily answer nor was I certain I’d like the answer. This wasn’t real life. This was nothing more than a brilliant, sensual overload of raw sin. I enjoyed taunting him, becoming the bad girl that he expected me to be. I wasn’t certain why, given I’d always preferred being in control. But with him, it was as if lightning had broken through my shell of armor.
Was I being too poetic? Placing too much emphasis on something that couldn’t last? Was my need to pretend to be maddeningly in love with someone tainting my mental faculties? Exhaling, I tried to keep from allowing him to know how excited and enraptured I was.
Not by his presence. I’d been around powerful men all my life.
By his prowess, his animalistic needs that likely confounded most people, adding to the fact his personality had an insufferable quality. But he was perfect for me. Or maybe I was perfect for him, his match every step of the way.
Even if we only knew each other by our first names, I felt strangely connected to Kendrick. My girlfriends would say it was all about the hot sex we were having, the touch of voyeurism and that fact he’d driven a bully away. However, the tingling sensations screamed that the closeness we felt was unusual.
Plus, the air of arrogance, the hint of danger was as alluring as the man himself. He had my pulse of life in his strong fingers, his muscular physique such that he could easily break my neck if he so desired. Why did I have the distinct feeling his admittance of being a bad guy was barely the tip of the iceberg?
At this point it no longer mattered. I’d thought about Morgan’s suggestion and decided I would ask him to the wedding. Why not? If nothing else, it would annoy my father and brother. While I knew that was a reprehensible thing to consider given the important event, perhaps it would allow both men to know I wasn’t the little girl of the family any longer.
I also wasn’t the kind to allow herself to be under anyone’s thumb.
There was no fear coursing through me as he squeezed my neck, only a heightened level of excitement. He was undoubtedly a sadistic man, his question regarding whether I enjoyed pain furrowing in the back of my mind. I didn’t have an honest answer. Unless the fact he’d spanked me was proof that I’d been craving something different in passion, something darker.
Even the thought that someone might see us fucking in front of a picture window kept an adrenaline rush tearing through my system. His reflection highlighted how gorgeous he was, and his kisses were just as possessive as the man had been in the bar. I’d thought for certain he was going to kill the jerk who’d approached me.
When Kendrick backed away, I almost removed my hands from the window. Instead, I watched as he placed the champagne flute on the table, returning just behind me. The reflection of his face was fascinating. I could swear the man was dissecting me inch by inch, including the reasons we’d accidentally run into each other. It was next to impossible for that to happen, the odds astronomical. I sensed he was wondering the same thing I’d been.
Was there a chance he’d purposely gotten on that plane knowing I was sitting in first class? And if so, why? I wasn’t provided with any additional time for contemplation. He grabbed my hips, yanking me away from the window, forcing my back to arch. Then without hesitation, he drove the entire length of his cock inside.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his fingers digging in even deeper.
“Oh.” The moan was involuntary, my entire body alive with electricity. I took gasping pants, the heat from my throat creating steam against the glass almost immediately. He pulled out until just the tip was inside, plunging into me again.
And again.
There was a sense of desperate need, his jaw clenched as he fucked me from behind. I couldn’t get my mind off the promise he’d made. To fuck me in the ass. I wasn’t a virgin to that either, but it wasn’t something that I chose for myself as enjoyment. But with him, everything was different, filthy, and a sin against everything I’d been taught to believe in and avoid.
I loved it, including the thought of releasing the last of whatever inhibitions I might have been holding onto. He ground his hips against me, his cock so deeply planted inside that my pussy muscles ached from being stretched. He was huge, much more so than any man I’d ever had. I clawed and slapped the window, fighting my ragged breathing.
“Yes. Yes.”
“My hungry flower.” He grinned and pressed his thumb against my dark hole, lifting his heated gaze to watch my every expression.
I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning, staring at him defiantly in the glass. His pontification about being in control left me with goosebumps everywhere. As soon as he slipped his finger into my asshole, I threw my head back, half laughing and half moaning.
“Oh, gosh. Yes…”
