Kinsley’s breathing was erratic at hearing my words. She looked beautiful with her eyes filled with arousal and her lips parted, drawing in air.
“But the best will be when you scream my name as I stroke your g-spot and you come all over my cock. By the time I’m done with you, your raw voice saying ‘no more’ will be utter perfection.” I toasted her.
Marcus had come in, and as soon as I was done speaking, he whispered something in her ear.
“Let’s take a ten-minute break before we reconvene for the second round. Maybe change into something more comfortable,” Kinsley suggested, her words falling hurriedly from her lips.
Before I could gather my thoughts and respond, she darted away, leaving me momentarily bewildered in her wake. As I watched her depart with a sexy shake of her ass, I felt an undeniable urge to chase after her. A firm grip on my arm stopped me. Nik’s eyes told me no. He gestured with a nod of his head to join him for a drink.
Chapter 34
Kinsley
The Interlude
Imade my way to my room, a range of emotions swirling within me. The echoes of their answers to my card repeated on a loop in my mind. Each distinct voice of a King brother vying for attention. The very different responses left me longing with anticipation and uncertainty.
I carefully maneuvered down the steps and through the corridor, a restless energy inside my chest begging for release. And for the first time tonight, I knew I was in over my head with these men.
They weren’t ordinary, run-of-the-mill; they had skills. Maybe I should have paid more attention to the conversations Jenna and Sarah had earlier instead of tuning them out and using my EarPods.
I reached the sanctuary of my room and closed the door with a softclick. Leaning against it, I sighed wearily. My mind drifted once more to their responses.
How much of what they said was true? My mind taunted me with images, erotic and forbidden.
“What the hell am I doing?” I mumbled to myself as I went to change.
What would it be like to be the recipient of that kind of attention? How many times would Ivan make me come if I were to let him? What would it feel like to be on my knees for Nik, and, dear god, how hard would Alek fuck me to make my voice raw?
I grabbed the outfit Marcus had picked up for me, smiling. It had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, asking him to purchase something for me. Surprisingly, he didn’t even blink at the strange request. He only smiled, and I could tell he found it amusing.
I’d asked him to choose something Alek might like. And from what he’d chosen, I had to admit Alek had exquisite taste. The pajama set was beautiful, very delicate, and the palest pink I’d ever seen.
It had a cami with adjustable spaghetti straps, a sheer lace under-bust band, and scalloped trim. The matching shorts were soft and had a cheeky cut in the back.
Was my ass going to hang out a bit in them? Yes, it was. But I wasn’t mad about it. In fact, as I checked out the way my cheeks played peek-a-boo, I grinned.
A knock sounded on my door. I smoothed my outfit and turned, expecting it to be Alek. But it was Sarah. She had changed as well and wore a lovely red negligee.
“Alek asked me to check on you. You okay?”
“Yeah, I think so. That was—”
“Hot as hell. Please don’t say you’re chickening out on me now. I want that man to do bad things to me. Jenna said the guys have codes of conduct they operate under, so this may be my only chance for the moment.”
“Codes of conduct. Is that what she called it?” I asked nervously.
“Yes, I have a lot to learn, and apparently, they take things slow. Or at least Ivan does with new girls.”
A strange sense of relief ran through me at her confession, and then another feeling hit hard. A selfish impulse stirred below the surface. The thought of him treading carefully with Sarah, sharing the complexities and intricacies of their world, confused me. It was altogether foreign, the feelings inside my heart.
Was Sarah someone who would like the lifestyle? I realized I probably didn’t know her well enough to answer that question. Regardless, I was torn between the very real urge to protect her from potential heartache and the selfish longing to have him make me come over and over and over again.
“Where the hell is this coming from?”Autumn would ask harshly, followed by a severe shaking of my shoulders.
Winter would be on the phone with UW Medical Center to have me committed.
And even sweet Summer would side-eye me with a shake of her head. She’d be at a loss for words, and I couldn’t blame her.
