Page 72 of Illicit Games


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I shake my head, admonishing him. “I told you that you’re not a robot. You must have jet lag too.”

“Don’t worry about me, Rainbow,” he replies warmly. “I wouldn’t have been able to leave the bed if I cuddled with you.”

“What did you do then?”

“Checking to see if we have everything we’d need to spend a week here.” Kissing my temple, then my mouth, he murmurs, “You must be hungry. Have a shower and meet me downstairs. I’ll prepare lunch.”

“Prepare?” I raise a brow. “You’re going to cook?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ll heat it up, to be exact.”

“For a second, I thought I was still dreaming,” I chuckle, before teasing, “Or a nightmare, considering you’d set the kitchen on fire.”

Smack!

I gasp at the sharp spank, massaging my stinging ass.

“I’m not that bad, brat.”

“If you say so.”

Tasting my mouth in a rough kiss before letting it go with a soft bite, he orders, “Wear the dress. No bra or panties.”

Leaving my pussy wet, he exits the room.

***

I twirl in front of the mirror, checking out the dress from every angle. It’s both sexy and cute, putting plenty of skin on display. Without the bra, my hard nipples are outlined shamelessly through the clingy material. The space between my thighs isn’t any better. I’m wet, and not from the shower.

Ever since we stepped into the cabin, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal.

His husky voice growling about him stealing my firsts flashes in my mind, making me clamp my legs together. At this rate, it won’t be long before I beg him to take me and end the months-long ache.

We’ve had enough foreplay to last a lifetime.

My body is desperate to be fucked raw and hard.

I want to be owned by Kian Singhania. Wholly and irrevocably.

Glancing one final time in the mirror, I get out of the room. There’s another room right across from ours. Curious what lies inside, I turn the knob, but it doesn’t budge.

Hmm, strange that it’s locked.

It must be the storage room. Backing away, I stride toward the staircase when I notice the balcony doors. It faces the lake and the mountains. I let out a blissful sigh. I’ll never get over the beauty of this place.

When I reach the landing, I listen for sounds in the kitchen and hear none.

“Kian?” I call out, entering the open area. “Love?”

Both the dining room and the living room are empty.

Where is h—

My eyes land on the deck outside, bringing my feet to a halt. All previous thoughts vanish from my mind as I take in the romantic setting waiting for me.

A table for two sits in the middle. A red and silky tablecloth is draped over the surface while a small vase filled with red andpink roses sit in the center. I make out the bottle of wine and two cocktail glasses when a tall figure blocks my view.

My tummy backflips.