So many possibilities.
So many questions.
The answer to them all is with her.
The optimistic part of me can’t help but fill with hope that they’ll find their way back to each other. Kian deserves to have at least one parent who loves him unconditionally.
However, the choice lies in Kian’s hands. I will support whatever he decides to do.
High tension emanates from him in the moment. His rugged face, all sharp angles and square jaw, is strained because of the dark thoughts swirling inside his head.
I hate seeing him like this. I know I’m partly to blame.
Both of us dropped too many bombs on each other.
We need to forget about them for a while before we decide on how to diffuse them. Aware of our half-naked bodies, my mind plays out filthy scenarios of distracting and easing his stress.
I’m his woman.
It’s my job to satisfy his needs, especially when he’s stressed.
My body comes alive at the notion.
Shifting on his thick and muscular thighs, I trail my hands down to his shoulders and curl my fingers around them. “Kian?”
The rasp in my tone draws his attention to my mouth, before traveling to my gaze. Even from behind his sexy black-rimmed glasses, the rare gray color of his eyes is fierce and magnetic.
No matter how many times I look at them, they will always make me shy at first glance. The shyness slowly melts into desire, pushing me to inch closer to his face. Brushing my lips over his, I let the lust consume me whole. “I want to take care of you.”
“Take care of me?” His hand snakes up to curve around the back of my neck. “How?”
My gaze lowers to the top of his chest under the intensity of his stare. Heat rising to my face, I reply, “With my mouth.”
“Yeah?” He hums, dark and taunting. “Where are you going to put it, Rainbow?”
“Your cock.” I swallow before shamelessly uttering, “I want to suck you off and bring you pleasure.”
“Do you think you can fit all of me in your mouth?”
“I want to try, sir.”
His fingers tighten around my neck as he gutturally says, “Remember what I said the last time you asked to suck my dick?”
Of course I do.
It was the day we got our tattoos.
My arms tingle at his roughly spoken fantasy when I begged for his cock in my mouth. Staring up at him under my lashes, I answer, “I do.”
“Do you think you can handle me pounding your virgin throat with your hands tied behind your back?” His huge cock is fully engorged beneath my ass. I brazenly squirm against it, loving how it swells and throbs. Twisting my arms at the smallof my back and holding me immobile, he growls, “Is that what you’re craving, baby?”
“Yes… Yes.”
Whipping his shirt off my body until every inch of me is on display, he kisses me aggressively. His tongue distracts me as he tangles it around mine and sucks. Somewhere, I hear a drawer opening. A second later, something silky locks around my wrists and tightens, fastening them together.
When his mouth rips from mine, I don’t even get a chance to see what he tied me with before he’s picking me up and laying me flat on his desk.
Back bowed, my face slightly dangling off the edge, he rounds to stand over my head. The desk puts his groin at the perfect height to reach my lips. Bending over, he grips my cheeks, forcing my lips into an O.
