Kian (Undercover Billionaire, #1)(66)

“I’ve been giving you time, and that doesn’t seem to do me a hell of a lot of good, so I figure, time’s up. You will talk to me,” he said casually, as if he had all the time in the world.

He leaned down and licked the top of her breasts, lazily circling his tongue over the soft orbs before he circled her nipple. It instantly hardened, straining for his mouth. Her hands were both clasped in one of his, being held over her head, and he loved having her at his mercy. He licked her nipple and her back arched. He looked up and smiled at her. She gave him a withering glare.

“I hate you, Kian Forbes,” she said, but the words ended on a sigh as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over it.

“No, you don’t,” he said before switching to the other breast and repeating what he’d just done.

“I can desire you and still hate you,” she gasped, her body arching again.

“No, you can’t. It’s not in you,” he said.

He released her hands, and she fisted them in his hair and tugged hard. She was trying to hurt him, but she was only turning him on that much more. He tugged on her nipple with his teeth, just enough to give her a little jolt. She moaned.

“Why did you leave?” he asked again.

She closed her eyes and refused to answer him, but her fingers wrenched at his hair again.

“You’re a dangerous little thing, aren’t you?” he said with a laugh. She opened her eyes and glared at him.

Kian jumped from the bed, and she gazed at him in surprise. He was still hard and standing proud as he walked over to her dresser, and he didn’t miss the light in her eyes as she caressed him with her look.

He opened a drawer and shut it, and she gasped at him.

“Stay out of my stuff,” she said. She sat up as he opened the next drawer, finding what he wanted. He pulled them out, and her eyes narrowed as she tried to scramble from the bed, but he pounced and had her pinned again.

He grinned down at her and within seconds had her hands tightly secured to her bedpost with her own stockings. He sat on her legs and looked at his handiwork. Not too bad.

“You will pay for this,” she spat at him, tugging against her hands.

“I’m not too worried,” he told her. He leaned down and gave her a kiss that had him completely worked up again and left her panting. He had to be careful, because he wanted information from her, and he got distracted too easily by her perfect body.

He jumped up again and found another set of stockings. It didn’t take long for him to have her feet secured. If looks could kill, he’d be a dead man.

“Now this is better,” he told her with a smile. He lay on his side and ran his hands across her skin, enjoying how she quivered with each stroke of his fingers.

“Why did you leave four years ago?” he asked again.

He grabbed a pillow and held her body up, putting it beneath her ass to hold her up a little. She shook her head and then turned away, giving him a cold shoulder. He ran his hand down her stomach, then slid his fingers along her wet folds. She was soaked, which had his own arousal twitching. He easily slid two fingers inside her, then lazily moved them in and out as he sucked on her ripe nipple.

She groaned low in her throat as she struggled against her restraints. He kept stroking his fingers inside her hot body as he moved up the bed so he could see into her slatted eyes.

“Why did you leave four years ago?” he asked again before kissing her lips.

Finally, he was getting somewhere. Tears popped into her eyes, and she tried to glare at him, but emotions were coming to the surface. She was too vulnerable, completely open to him, completely at his mercy. He hated how much she was hurting, but the two of them didn’t have a chance if she didn’t face whatever it was she was running from.

“Why did you leave?” he asked again, gently kissing her as her tears began to spill. He continued gently stroking his fingers inside her body, keeping her languid and vulnerable. He wanted her, he always wanted her, but this wasn’t about sex. This was about her letting go, giving herself to him.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice gentle. He kissed her again, while continuing to stroke her body. Her tears fell in waves as she tried to fight the emotion. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it again. He kissed her softly once, twice, a third time. Then he rested his head against her breast, his fingers gently stroking her. He waited.

“I had to go,” she finally whispered, the sound of her broken voice nearly undoing him.

“Why?” he asked. There was no judgment in his tone. He was her friend, he was her lover, he was her soul mate. He kept her vulnerable, kept her flame going, but he was gentle, loving, right beside her. His face rested in the cradle of her chest, where he could listen to her heartbeat.

“Because . . .” She hiccupped as sob after sob released. He waited. She continued to cry while he loved her and waited.

“I was lost,” she finally said.

“I have always found you,” he told her.

“But you didn’t find me,” she said.

He wanted to stop this. He wanted to end her pain, but he knew he couldn’t. She wouldn’t be free until she let it all out. He moved over her and slowly eased his body into hers, keeping their eyes connected. He fit so perfectly within her. How could she not feel it, see it, focus on it?

Gently, his fingers caressed her face as he slowly moved his hips, filling her, touching her, loving her with all he had.