Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(53)

But there was no fear or submission as her eyes sparked with need. Her knuckles brushed against my chest as my shirt parted and my skin tingled. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Her breath stilled along with her hands and our eyes met. It was the same look as the one that made me walk out on her on at her loft. Beneath the heat was the unmistakable need for something else.

I abruptly grabbed her wrist and put it to my back jeans pocket. “You feel that?” It was the piano wire in my pocket. She nodded, her eyes wide but still burning with desire. “I’m still a part of that.”

She pulled her hand away and I let her. “But if you left—”

I chuckled, but there was no amusement to it. She was going to say, if I left the people I worked for. “You don’t leave them. If you do, it’s in a body bag. Although, that is too polite.” I had to be cruel to get my point across. “That is after they’ve cut you up and made you beg for the pain to stop.”

Surprisingly, she took what I said well, but I did see the mild shiver. London had seen and experienced pain and knew that this world wasn’t filled with fairies and white flying horses.

Her fingers went back to undoing my buttons until my shirt fell open and she slid it off my shoulders. “Do you… like what you do?”

Hmmm, did I like it? Did I enjoy killing people? A question I never cared to contemplate before. Never cared enough about anything or anyone to consider it. “Yes,” I replied and that made her back stiffen and her hands pause. “And no. I enjoyed killing Jacob. I enjoyed watching Alfonzo die and wished I’d been the one to kill him.”

She lowered her head. “Kai, why are we here? What happens now?”

I slid my hands down her back to the clasp on her bra and undid it. The white lace slipped forward and dropped between us. “I’m going to f*ck you and make you quiver beneath me. A few times.” I picked her up under the arms and tossed her down on the bed. “No more questions, baby. Not now.”

“Okay,” she said. “But you’ll tell me about them. About what’s happening with my dad?”

“Yeah. London. I’ll give you everything.”

Maybe I hadn’t meant to, but saying those words had more meaning than I intended. There was no going back. Bringing her here… I’d never let her go. And when I gave her everything, she’d know that, too.

I undid my jeans, dragged them down my legs and kicked them aside. I was naked beneath and my cock was hard and ready… more than ready.

I knelt on the bed and straddled her, thighs on either side of her hips. Her breath hitched as I ran a hand up over her abdomen to her breast, cupped it then ran my thumb over the sensitive surface of her nipple. Once. Twice. Then I pinched it before doing the same to the other one.

There was a hint of fear in her and it was something I’d fight to get out of her. I scooted down the bed. Slowly, I dragged her panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor. “Open your legs. I need to taste you again.” She did. “Wider.” I held her ankles, pushed them open more, and then lowered my head.

The first taste of her on my tongue was like sinking into a heated pool of comfort. Fuck. I’d missed her taste, the scent of her. I’d never forgotten the way she made my insides clench with an intense need, a need that became an obsession. Fuck, who was I kidding? She was my obsession before I even f*cked her.

I parted her lips with my fingers and suckled her clit while I teased her opening, not entering… not yet.

She lifted her hips. “Kai.”

“Wait. Tonight we take our time. Slow and precise, braveheart. Just like your experiments.” She stiffened beneath me and I’d have none of that. I sucked harder and slid my finger through her wetness before slowly circling the sweet spot.

Her body writhed, eyes closed, lips parted as I relentlessly played, tasted and made her forget everything except what I was doing to her body.

“Kai,” she whispered.

Her back arched, neck exposed, breathing ragged as she panted. I quickened my movements as her legs trembled and closed around my shoulders.

“Come, baby.” My voice vibrated on her sex sending her over the edge.

“Oh, God. Kai. Kai….”

Her body stiffened, hips raised off the bed, thighs shaking violently as she came in my mouth. I pushed two fingers inside her and she screamed with pleasure as she came. She pulsed around my fingers. She pumped onto them and then I slowly brought her back down with a light flick of my tongue.

I raised my head and looked at her face. “Beautiful. Fuckin’ beautiful.”

I’d dreamed about seeing that relaxed, sated expression on her face again. I couldn’t erase what happened to her and I wasn’t going to dwell on what had been done to her body. The men who had touched her were dead now.

Her hand slipped into my hair and I moved up the bed to settle my cock between her legs. She frowned as I took hold of it and slid it up and down through her wetness.

“Condom, Kai.”

I stilled. “You were checked and your results were clear.” That deepened her frown. I raised my brows and half-grinned. “London, do you think I wouldn’t check into you once Deck took you from the auction. That you never contacted your friends when you came home or went back to school? That you refused to visit your dad at the lab or be near men? That you went to therapy and were on medication that made you spend days in bed? I know everything about you.”