“Kya.”
“I’ve never been kissed.”
Those were the four words that undid me.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t escape this girl. Jackson was happy. He thought I was being productive. I wasn’t. I was hiding. Using work as an excuse, because Kya fucking Caruthers had clawed her way into my mind.
When I did manage to stop thinking about her, it was because I was touching her. My obsession was so bad, I’d disconnected the cameras in my room so I’d stop staring at her.
Thankfully, I was able to get lost in finding our thief. Who I was becoming more and more convinced had something to do with Gregor. I was in the middle of trying to find a connection when Kya strutted in here, all wrapped up like a present on Christmas fucking morning.
I knew she was beautiful, but fuck me. Part of me was ready to charge through the house and shoot every asshole that saw her.
And then she demurely bowed her head and shyly uttered,‘I don’t know what to do.’
Fuuuck.
Instead of bending her over right then and there, I kissed her.
And now, I couldn’t stop kissing her.
Every moan, gasp, and sigh, shot straight to my dick. Her legs wrapped around my hips as her fingers tugged hungrily on my hair. I inhaled her sweet taste and growled in her mouth.
There was too much between us. Too many layers of cloth that were in the way.
“Lorenzo,” she purred and leaned back to unzip her dress. “Touch me.”
I don’t know if it was the look she gave me as she pushed her straps over her shoulders, or the innocent way she chewed on her lip. Either way, that was it. I was done. She could fucking have me, because I sure as hell was going to have her. Take my time, and devour every last inch of her tempting body.
Problem was, I didn’t know what to do next. I stared down at her breasts. Full, supple mounds, with pert little pink nipples that made my mouth water.
Kya peeked up at me through her thick lashes and for the first time in my life, I felt a cold shiver race up my spine.
What if I break her?
I cupped her cheek and watched my thumb graze across her bottom lip. Amazed that this fragile creature was sitting here, opening herself up to me. I didn’t deserve her. A better man would set her free. My hands were so stained with blood that I shouldn’t even look at her. But I wasn’t a better man. I’d never let her go.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Kya blushed and ducked her head.
That wasn’t happening. No more hiding.
I lifted her chin back up, kissed the corner of her mouth, and brushed my cheek against hers as I growled in her ear, “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.”
Wanted her so bad my dick was ready to burst through my pants.
And then her hands lifted to unclasp the top button of my shirt.
My breath hitched as I stared down at her fingers, trembling nervously as they worked their way down. When her palms smoothed over my shoulders, pushing the fabric off, my heart skipped a beat. I was officially freaked the fuck out, and would’ve walked away. Except I couldn’t stop staring at her.
Watching her finger trace over the hard ridges in my chest was completely mesmerizing. My skin tingled from her touch, while my pulse sped up. Her beautiful eyes shifted around, soaking me up.
No one had ever looked at me like she did.
Kya’s brows furrowed as her hand ran over the names tattooed on my side. “Who were they?”
Each name was a previous pet, dated for the time of separation. When they were used up and I was done with them.
