Son of anger, p.5
His Forbidden Kiss: Serpent’s Kiss Series Book 3, page 5
When she gazed up at him again, he had fire in his eyes.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
Unable to deny him and not wanting to, Kim brought his head down and captured his lips with her own. She kissed him for all she was worth.
After that, thinking became difficult. He picked up his pace and quicker than she thought possible she was burning. She needed to come. Never in her life had she needed a release the way she needed it now. Kim felt as if she would combust right there in his arms if she didn’t get some relief soon.
“Please,” she mumbled as best she could around his kisses. “Please, Sir, I need…I need to come.”
“Not. Quite. Yet.”
Justin punctuated each word by plunging his cock deep inside her. He moved his mouth down to her neck and began attacking the skin there. Everything he was doing only added to the sensations pulsing through her body and culminating right between her legs.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he took her legs and spread them wide, stretching her open as far as she could go. It drove him deeper and made her feel as if she would split in two.
Kim had no idea how long he kept pounding away at her pussy. She’d passed the point of anything but feeling.
Then he released one of her legs and brushed a single finger over her clit. She went off like a rocket. A scream tore from her throat and filled the room. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, leaving her feeling as if she were floating.
Somewhere in the middle of Kim’s orgasm Justin found his own release. He’d drawn it out for as long as he could, torturing them both in the process, but he hadn’t wanted it to end. It was stupid and probably not the wisest decision he’d ever made, but the whole situation—them sleeping together—wasn’t exactly smart either. Even so, Justin couldn’t bring himself to regret it.
Climbing off the bed, he quickly cleaned himself up before grabbing a blanket and rejoining her. She was shaking, which, given the circumstances, was to be expected. He’d worked her hard.
Justin covered her with the blanket and pulled her into his arms. She felt soft and warm and perfect. Like she belonged there.
He closed his eyes and tried to push the image out of his mind. She wasn’t his and she never would be.
“I can’t seem to stop shaking,” she said, huddling farther into the blanket.
“It’ll pass. You need to drink some water as soon as you think you’re ready.”
She nodded and cuddled closer to him.
Circling his arm around her waist, he pressed his body against hers hoping to transfer his warmth.
As he lay there with her he tried to take in every detail—the texture of her hair as he tucked her head under his chin, the way every one of her curves fit perfectly against him. Even though it would be painful to remember and never be able to experience the perfection that was being able to possess Kim again, Justin never wanted to forget. He’d known when he agreed to this that once he had her he’d want more and that not being able to have it would haunt him for the rest of his life. But it was worth it. If only Mark wouldn’t be so opposed…
But it was a fool’s hope. Justin knew his best friend. Mark wouldn’t approve of Justin pursuing his little sister no matter how honorable his intentions.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
He noticed that she’d finally stopped shaking. “Are you ready for some water?”
It took her a second too long to answer. He knew she hadn’t missed the fact that he hadn’t answered her question. “Sure.”
Reluctantly, Justin rolled away from her and got up to get some water from the small fridge he kept in the room. He also swiped a chocolate bar from his stash before returning to her side.
Kim stared up at him as he lowered himself back down onto the mattress. He situated himself with his back against the headboard, and then helped her into a sitting position. Before he handed her the water and chocolate, he gathered her against him once more. If this was all they got, he wasn’t letting go of her until he absolutely had to.
“Thanks,” she said, and took a bite of the chocolate.
“The sugar will help.” He ran his fingers through her hair and down the side of her face. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met.
Kim was quiet for several minutes. She looked down and then back up at him. “You don’t have to, you know.”
“I don’t have to what?” he asked.
“Take care of me like this. That wasn’t part of the deal.”
She’d lowered her gaze again and that just wouldn’t do. Gripping her chin, he turned her to face him. “It most certainly is part of the deal. Aftercare is part of BDSM and any Dom who doesn’t think so isn’t worth his salt, in my opinion.”
Kim swallowed and nodded.
“You’re staying here tonight so I can watch you. I worked you hard and I want to make sure you’re okay.” The thought of her going home and experiencing subdrop alone had him feeling sick to his stomach.
“I don’t—”
Justin placed his index finger over her lips, silencing her. “This isn’t up for discussion. You’re staying.”
She turned away from him again and he hated it. There wasn’t anything he could say, however. Both of them knew that when the morning came everything had to go back to the way it was before.
When she finished both her chocolate and her water, he took the empty bottle and stood. Extending his hand to her, he helped her up. Without words, he led her out of the room and across the hall to his bedroom. Normally if he let a submissive stay over he’d have them sleep in the other room. Kim was different. But then again, she always had been.
Once in his bedroom, he flipped on the light and went to his dresser to get her a T-shirt. As much as he would love to sleep naked next to her, he needed to begin the separation process or he’d never be able to let her go come daylight.
“Here,” he said, handing her the dark blue shirt with his shop’s logo on it and pointing to the door that led to the master bathroom. “You can wear this to sleep in. I’ll wait here while you get changed. There’s an extra toothbrush in the linen closet you can use.”
Kim took the shirt and hugged it to her chest. It only accented her tits, which had his cock twitching.
“Go on. We both need to get some sleep.” He hadn’t meant the words to sound as harsh as they’d sounded, so he took a step forward and touched her cheek. Kim leaned into his touch. When he dropped his hand, he winked at her and she smiled.
“I’ll be right back.” She brushed past him.
“Hurry.”
Running a hand through his hair, Justin grabbed a pair of underwear out of his top drawer and put them on. He knew he’d need more than just the T-shirt she’d be wearing to keep him from sinking his cock into her again. Not that clothing of any kind would completely prevent that. Kim brought temptation to a whole new level.
Justin strolled over to the bed and turned down the covers. It had been years since a woman had slept in his bed. Not since his last long-term girlfriend.
Before he could take a trip too far down memory lane, Kim walked back into the room. When he saw her he blinked several times. How was it possible she looked sexier in his shirt than she had out of it?
He crossed the short distance separating them and gathered her into his arms. Massaging his thumb along the side of her face, he looked deep into her eyes. She was too desirable for her own good.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, gazing up at him.
Instead of answering her question, he refocused on the task at hand. “Climb into bed. I’ll be right back.”
Justin didn’t wait to see if she followed his instructions. He couldn’t.
Once he was inside the confines of his bathroom, he did his business and then took a moment to catch his breath. When Justin was fairly sure he could get into bed with her and not jump her again, he headed back into his bedroom. When he crossed the threshold, his gaze was immediately drawn to the woman lying in his bed. She was staring back at him with those soulful brown eyes of hers.
He tried to ignore the stirring in his groin as he got into the bed beside her. Kim pulled the covers higher as if she was shielding herself. That wouldn’t do. He reached out and tucked her head into the curve of his shoulder.
“How are you feeling?” he asked as he ran a gentle hand over her head and down the smooth slope of her back.
“Fine.” Her answer was quiet.
Tipping her chin up, he gave her a stern look. “I need the truth.”
She tried to avert her gaze, so he tightened his hold.
“Why?” she asked. “Why do you want to know?”
“I told you. It’s part of being a Dom.” He cupped the side of her face. “Are you sore?”
Kim nodded. “A little.”
He smiled. “Roll over. I’ll massage your shoulders.”
“You don’t—”
“It wasn’t a request.” The look he gave her let her know he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Sighing, she turned away from him. Justin positioned his hands on either side of her shoulders and began to massage the tension out of her muscles. As he rubbed and kneaded her flesh, Kim began to moan. It went straight to his cock. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t reacted like this to a woman in…well, ever. Even with his first girlfriend he was usually good after one hard session.
Kim moved her hips and bumped against his erection. When she felt it, she froze and turned her head to look at him. “Really?”
He’d expected exasperation or something like it but instead she seemed genuinely shocked that he’d want her again so soon. In truth, he was having a difficult time believing it as well. But it wasn’t like he could deny it. The evidence was right there.
As if his hand had a mind of its own, he slipped it around her and palmed her breast. This time when she moaned it had nothing to do with the easing of sore muscles. Kim arched into his hand, seeking more. Who was he to deny her?
Releasing her long enough to sheath himself with a new condom, he returned and repositioned them so he could slide into her from behind. He’d worked her over good earlier. This time he’d take it nice and slow. Justin loved kinky sex, but as he moved in and out of Kim…as he felt her pussy pulse around him…he realized that with her slow and easy was satisfying in its own way.
Justin kept up a gentle pace until he felt her legs begin to quiver. Snaking a hand between her legs, he circled her clit with his fingers. Kim gasped and shuddered around him as she reached her climax. Feeling her come apart in his arms was almost spiritual.
Placing a kiss at the base of her neck, Justin closed his eyes and let his orgasm take him. It wasn’t as explosive as their joining earlier, but it was more powerful if that was possible.
He pulled out of her and she twisted so that she was facing him. Her face was flushed. Gorgeous.
“I need to clean up,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’ll be right back.”
When he returned, she was exactly where he’d left her. Gathering her into his arms, he held her close to his chest. They had eight hours until morning. Eight hours until he had to let her go.
CHAPTER 6
Kim awoke to a warm body lying beside her. It only took her a second to replay their night together. Trying not to make any sudden moves, she looked to see if he was awake. His eyes were still closed and he had the most adorable look on his face. She could have stared at him for hours and not gotten tired of looking at him. That, however, wasn’t an option.
As quietly as she could, she snuck out of his bed and into the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror, her lips were a little swollen and there were a few red marks on her neck from his whiskers. That’s all that was visible, but she had the most delicious ache all over her body. Never had she had sex like that. Not the kinky stuff or what had transpired later in his bed. Before she would have said that the sex she’d experienced in the past was good. What transpired with Justin last night changed her definition.
Splashing some cold water on her face, she took the toothbrush she’d used last night and brushed her teeth, then used the bathroom. As much as she wanted to get out of there before things got weird between them, Kim knew she couldn’t. It wasn’t as if she’d never see him again. Justin was Mark’s best friend. He came to all their family functions, as well as the occasional family dinner. If things were weird, her family—and especially her brother—would notice.
Squaring her shoulders, she marched back out into Justin’s bedroom with nothing on but his shirt. As promised, she was feeling the residual effects of the night before with every step she took.
He was awake when she walked into the room. “Hi.”
Justin propped himself up on one arm. “Morning.”
Neither said a word for several charged moments.
“I should go,” she said.
He continued to look her over for what felt like forever, and then nodded. “Would you like some breakfast?”
She shook her head even though her stomach protested. They hadn’t stopped to eat dinner last night, but it had been worth the sacrifice. “No. I think I should go.”
Not sure what to do since her coat was still out in the living room where she’d left it, she debated whether or not to take his shirt off here or wait until she had something to cover up with. Even though he’d seen all of her there was to see last night, in the light of day things were different.
Justin must have sensed her indecision. “Keep the shirt. And grab a pair of my boxers out of the top drawer. You can wear those home under your coat.”
A part of her wanted to protest, but when she thought that maybe she’d get to take home something to remember him and their night by, she couldn’t say no. Doing as he’d instructed, she selected a pair of dark blue boxers to match the shirt she was wearing, and stepped into them. He never took his eyes off her the entire time.
Once she was dressed—or as dressed as she was going to be—she crossed her arms over her chest and took one last long look at him. “Thank you. For last night.”
“It was entirely my pleasure.”
“Well. I should go.” She moved toward the door. Before she stepped through, she met his gaze once more. Everything she felt was right there reflected in his eyes. If only things were different.
But they weren’t, so she took a deep breath and walked away from him. Back to her boring life. At least she’d have her memories of their night together. It was enough. It would have to be.
For now.
CHAPTER 7
Three Months Later
Kim’s heels clicked on the concrete floor of the parking garage as she rushed to her car. She tugged her coat tighter around her as the cold air sent a shiver down her spine. The sun had set over St. Louis and the temperature had dropped. It was New Year’s Eve and while there was no snow in sight, the wind had picked up, leaving a bite in the air.
She hurried the final steps to her vehicle and slid behind the wheel. No sooner had she started the car than the sound of her phone ringing filled the small space. Her best friend’s name popped up on the screen in big letters.
“Hey, Ali.”
“Hey, yourself. Are you on your way to your parents’ house?”
“Yeah. I’m just leaving work. Got stuck on a call. You already there?”
Silence met her question.
Every second that passed where her friend didn’t answer had Kim’s heart rate kicking up a notch. “Ali?”
“Don’t kill me, okay, but I won’t be able to make it.”
“What? Why?” Kim’s voice vibrated in the small confines of the car.
“I’m sorry. You know I was planning to be there, but my mom called about an hour ago. She and her current boyfriend had a huge fight, so I told her she could stay with me for the night. She’s curled up on my couch with a huge glass of wine and a box of tissues. I’m sorry.”
Kim’s anxiety ratcheted up another notch. She’d been counting on Ali being there...being her buffer. But it wasn’t as if she could fault her friend. Ali was supporting her mom. How could she be mad about that?
“It’s okay,” Kim said. “I forgive you.” Ali and her mom didn’t have the best relationship. It was kind of messed up, actually. Ali tended to act like the parent while her mom hopped from boyfriend to boyfriend, looking for someone to fix all that was wrong in her life.
“Thanks.” Ali paused. “I am sorry, though. I hate leaving you hanging like this.”
“I’m a big girl. I’ll be okay.” Maybe if Kim said it enough times, she’d believe it.
The long pause on the other end of the line told Kim that Ali wasn’t convinced. “Call me later if you need me. And give your mom and dad a hug for me.”
“I will.”
Kim released a loud breath as she disconnected the call and headed out of the city toward her parents’ home in the suburbs. It was already after six, which meant she would most likely be the last to arrive. Not that her parents’ New Year’s Eve party was a major social event. It wasn’t. But it was a big deal for them.
Every year, her mom and dad opened up their home to their nearest neighbors and to a few close friends. Her mom would bake dozens of cookies, make her famous punch, enough food to feed an army, and decorate her house from top to bottom. It was a big affair. As far as her family was concerned, anyway.
Normally, it was something Kim looked forward to. Her brother’s best friend—the man Kim had spent the last seventeen years fantasizing about—Justin McKay, would be there. Unfortunately, he was also the reason she was dreading tonight.
Maybe dreading was too strong a word. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to see him. She did. The man still starred in her fantasies. The problem was that now she didn’t have to dream about what it would be like to have him touch her, kiss her. Kim knew what it was like and she got to relive their one night together in vivid detail every time she closed her eyes.
It had been three months and she’d been avoiding him since. Well, sort of. If avoiding him meant that she’d joined the private BDSM club, Serpent’s Kiss, where he was a member and watched from afar as he flirted with various submissives every night.
