Where the Sun Hides (Seasons of Betrayal #1)(68)

“You know,” he said conversationally, “we’re going to have to work on this. When I ask something, I want an answer. Simple. But if you want, I can teach you. Right here, right now.”

Maybe she was still playing at defiance.

Maybe she was overwhelmed by it all.

But either way, the game was starting.

He traced his fingers up her spine, feeling each groove before he reached the nape of her neck and her hair there. Wrapping the strands around his fist, he pulled, turning her face so that she was facing the windows, but he had a clear view of her face.

“What was my question, Violet?” he asked, letting his other hand rest on the curve of her backside. “And to give you a bit of incentive …” He lifted and brought his hand down fast, and hard, eliciting a cry from her that made his blood run hot. “Now answer me—me f*cking you depends on it.”

Violet shuddered, her voice leaving her in a rush as she mumbled something unintelligible, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He spanked her again, this time aiming for the spot where the curve of her ass met her inner thigh.

“Try again, krasivaya.”

“E-Exhaust me,” she said on a broken whisper.

That was enough for now. “And how do you want me to do that? Because I could do this—” he reached between her thighs, sliding his fingers down her wet center before coming back up again, using two digits to rub at her clit. “But in your state, I could get you off in three minutes, and where would the fun be in that? I, at least, want to draw it out.”

He was playing a dangerous game, Kaz knew. It might have been her getting teased, but the wetter she got under his touch, and if his name fell from her lips in another breathy sigh, he didn’t know how much more he could take before his control snapped.

Even now he was struggling with himself to keep her right where she was, and not beneath him.

“Give me your words,” Kaz said suddenly, pushing two fingers inside of her and curling them up. God, it was f*cking thrilling learning her body, finding the secret places that made her react violently, a keening sound scraping its way out of her throat. “Shit, Violet, I need them.”

“Fuck me, Kaz. P-Please, I need—”

He didn’t let her finish the plea before he was moving behind her, forcing her legs wider. Rational thought fled as he stroked his cock once, twice, then positioned the head at her entrance. He had fully intended on easing his way in, reveling in the feel of how tight she was, but he hadn’t made it an inch before he was thrusting harder than he meant to.

But the second he was balls-deep in her, he couldn’t fight himself any longer, not when he couldn’t get enough of the way she felt, or how she was pressing back into him asking for more.

Pulling out, he thrust back in almost immediately, starting a pace that had her crying out loudly. It was enough to pull at the jagged edges of his sanity.

One hand was still fisted in her hair, but he loosened his hold, drawing his hand around the curve of her shoulder and to her throat, feeling the muscles there working as she drew in a ragged breath. Pulling her up, he kept his hand there, tightening his grip just slightly to make a hitch in her breath.

He wouldn’t leave marks, not where anyone could see. There was nothing he wanted more than to see the evidence of their f*cking, and see the lust they had fallen into. But he knew, even in his state, that wouldn’t go well for her.

So the one hand he kept at her throat, her heartbeat vibrating off his fingertips, he kept gentle enough. But the other he had at her hip, forcing her back to meet his thrusts, he gripped harder, knowing by morning he would see his fingerprints embedded there.

A secret for them both.

She would feel it when she undressed, and when her fingers wandered there.

He might not have been able to claim her out there, but in his bedroom, where it was just the two of them, he made his ownership clear.

“God.”

He pressed her back further until his lips were at her ear, and he could hear every little sound she made even as she bit her lip to stifle them. “God? God, what?”

A please and a don’t stop tumbled from her lips, the words jumbling over each other in her need. He didn’t answer, he didn’t have to.

Soon, he could see it, the light tremor that hadn’t let up, and the way her moans had gone sharp and high. It told him that she was about to come. Shit, even he could feel it racing down his spine, making him bite down onto her shoulder, nearly losing his mind, but it wasn’t helping—it only made it worse.

“I need you to come, Violet. Fuck.”

His next words were harsh, a command for her to come on his cock, but they came out in Russian, his need too great for him to even realize, but it didn’t seem to matter to Violet as she erupted almost violently. A sharp whine forced its way out of her with the harsh thrusts he made.

Almost to the second she started coming, he finally let go, holding her tight against him as he gave another brutal thrust, then two, and finally on the third, he went back on his haunches, holding them there.

They were both sweating, both fighting for breath, and he knew in that moment, he was never going to be able to let her go.





Violet added a bit more milk to the bowl of whipped eggs, lightening the yellowish color to a softer cream when she ran a fork through the mixture with fast strokes. Pouring the mixture into a hot pan, she let it settle and waited for the bubbling to begin.