Where the Sun Hides (Seasons of Betrayal #1)(48)

Violet had been with men before—not a lot, as far as that went. More times than she cared to count, her beauty had been praised as an asset she should be proud of. It had never been admired—she had never been treated—like it was something that a man was proud to have.

And it stunned her.

The way Kaz watched her, his fingers sweeping her skin and exploring like they were, stunned her.

“You’re doing it again,” she heard him say.

Violet fell from her thoughts with a bang. “Doing what?”

“Overthinking.”

She didn’t think so.

Not this time.

Slowly, like he meant for her to feel every press and caress of his fingers, they came closer to the junction of her thighs until his knuckles grazed her center. She jerked at the light touch, feeling the shock it caused begin to spread from her sex to her middle.

Heat pool when he stepped closer, fitting between her legs, and stroking her again.

More the second time.

Harder.

Closer.

Violet’s thoughts slipped away when two of his fingers glided over her slit, sinking into her * without him saying a single word. Her responding cry came out high and broken.

Because f*ck … he curled them on the first thrust and she couldn’t breathe.

Kaz’s white teeth flashed in a sinful grin as he watched her, knowing. “There …”

“Yeah.”

Measured, but fast enough to make her shake, his fingers worked her sex. Violet’s mouth went dry as the sounds crawled from her throat without her permission. Her fingers curled against the counter, her nails biting into her palms. She was hot under his touch, mindless, and it was wonderful.

“So wet,” he told her, bending down so that their noses touched and his lips swept hers as he spoke. “Tight and wet around me, Violet. Jesus.”

She still couldn’t f*cking breathe.

“Oh, my God.”

“Give it to me,” he demanded.

His words came out clipped and dark—rough like his fingers that were digging into her inner thigh. That bite of pain was enough of a shock to make her gasp in a lungful of air.

“Come on,” he urged.

His fingers stroked faster, harder. Then his thumb flicked up, driving into her clit as his digits curled on the next thrust.

Violet shattered. She was gone in a flash—suspended in a moment where she couldn’t feel anything at all, and she couldn’t hear the words Kaz was saying. Sensation started to hit, and it started from her center and swiftly worked its way through the rest of her body.

Like a live wire, her nerves snapped from the intensity.

“Kaz …”

“Just like that,” he said. His voice was dark and heady in her ear as he kissed the spot under her ear. “My name, just like that, Violet.”

She panted, letting her fingers uncurl from their tight fists. They literally ached from how hard she had pressed them into the counter. Tilting her head back to the mirror, she reveled in his soft lips as they moved over her neck with ghosts of kisses. Every so often, his tongue would strike out and taste her for just a second before his teeth nipped at the same spot.

But it calmed her.

Even as that heat started to build again, and his fingers left her body, a fire burned.

Bright.

Hot.

So dangerous.

Kaz Markovic could quickly become a complication for Violet. One she didn’t need.

Like a f*cking addiction she couldn’t kick, swimming through her veins.

He might already be one.





Violet admired the sight of the small wave rushing up on the beach from the floor-to-ceiling windows inside Kaz’s bedroom. Not a second after he had yanked her off the counter in the bathroom, a phone had started ringing somewhere outside of his bedroom, and after a quick internal struggle as to whether or not he was going to answer, he’d deposited her on his bed with a quick “Stay”, as though there was anywhere else she would rather be as he left to answer.

She hadn’t followed his instruction, not really, choosing to go over to the windows and look out, wanting to see whatever he saw when he stood in the same spot.

Stories had been told to her of Little Odessa, but from what she could see, it wasn’t anything like those. It was beautiful at night, the stars glinting off the water, waves crashing into the sand. Lights lit up the buildings outside of Kaz’s apartment, making her eyes stretch across the sprawling buildings, going on as far as the eye could see.

No, Little Odessa was nothing like she had been told, but neither was Kaz.

Pressing her hand against the glass, she leaned closer, looking everywhere she could, at least until she saw Kaz’s reflection suddenly walking toward her through it. She didn’t turn to look at him however, merely enjoyed the view.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked, a rough hand sliding along her hip and around to rest on her stomach.

“Yeah.” But not as much as she enjoyed the sight of him. There was no need to tell him that, though—his ego didn’t need it.

She could see people walking along the boardwalk, some even on the beach despite the hour. For a moment, she wondered whether if they looked up, would they be able to see them standing there in front of the windows—her mostly naked, besides his shirt he had given her before leaving the room, and him in his pants.