Killer Secrets (19 page)

lips covered hers in reward, his tongue sinking deep,
fucking into her mouth and driving her insane with

the need to be closer as he controlled her movements with
his hands and his body.

His fingers rasped and filled her pussy, stroked and
plunged as the heel of his hand finally gave her the

pressure she needed to explode.

She unraveled beneath him. Her breath became trapped in her
throat, sensations sizzled across her flesh,

and in one blinding second terror washed through her.
Because no other man could do this. No other

man could bring her to this point. And when the operation was
over, if they survived, then Ian would

walk away from her forever.

Eleven

IAN COULD FEEL THE NEED, the inferno of lust, tearing
through him as Kira exploded around his

fingers. It tempted his control, control that had never
been tempted, and tore through his mind with the

razor-sharp edge of agonized hunger.

And he was running out of time.

Ian blinked the sweat from his eyes as his gaze lifted to
the tinted windows that looked out beyond the

Hummer. A half hour maybe, before they hit the villa. Not
long enough for him to explain what seeing her

with Missern, watching the bastard just touch her hair had
done to him. It had made him insane with the

need to claim her. Kira was a strong woman, an alpha female
if he had ever met one. It made it harder

for her to understand his need to protect her.

He wanted her fiery, challenging, and defiant, but he also
wanted her to recognize the fact that he was in

control. She had to. Her life might well depend upon it.

He didn't have the time to reach that inner woman, but he
did have the time to let the hunger inside her

free. To a point. God help him if he got his dick inside
her; he'd be there for the rest of the night. There

would be no leaving the vehicle because he'd be inside her
for the rest of the night.

As her orgasm eased through her, he released her arms, slid
his fingers from her giving flesh, and tore at

the leather belt cinching his hips.

He couldn't take her, but he could have her mouth on him
again. He needed that. The sight of her taking

him with primitive pleasure, tasting him, working for his
pleasure.

He watched her expression shift from satiation to renewed
hunger as he pushed his pants to his thighs

and drew the hard length of his cock into his hand.

"Do I get to have fun now?" Amusement filled her
tone as she came slowly to her knees.

Ian braced his hand on the ceiling of the vehicle and
clenched his teeth to hold back a snarl. He tightened

his fingers around the shaft and watched as she licked her
lips.

Then she slowly bent. Sweet God, which did he want to watch
more? Her mouth taking his cock, or her

tight ass as it lifted behind her?

He compromised. He watched as her lips sank over the
pulsing, dark head of his cock, and he let his

hand fall in a light smack to her ass.

She flinched and stilled, her eyes lifting to him. Defiance
sparkled in the witchy depths, but so did

pleasure and arousal. He tapped the side of her ass once
more, smiling at the sharp, involuntary response

that had her lifting into the sharp caress.

She didn't know if she should allow herself to enjoy it or
not. That bit of feminine confusion had every

possessive and dominant instinct inside him howling in
pleasure. He gave her rear another light tap.

"Suck my cock, kitten. I'll take care of the
rest."

She obviously didn't like the pet name either, but that was
what she reminded him of. A brave little cat,

hissing and spitting when challenged, even as she ached for
a touch she had never had before.

It made his lust burn higher, knowing no man had ever
stroked her as he did, had never taken her past

her own control as he had. It was addictive, challenging,
and made him want her with a desire that frankly

scared the shit out of him.

His teeth clenched as the moist heat of her mouth
surrounded the head of his cock. She was still

watching him, wary, uncertain. He liked her like that. It
would make each touch sharper, brighter for her.

Keeping Kira off guard might turn into an addictive hobby.
If she didn't manage to throw
him
off guard

first.

Damn it to hell!

She tucked the throbbing crest of his cock against the roof
of her mouth and beneath it, her tongue

undulated, rippled over the sensitive underside and sent
spears of need slamming into his balls. His

scrotum drew up hard and tight as the need for release had
his cock swelling further in her mouth.

His hand landed on her rear again, then he cupped the
blushing globe, caressed it, stroked it as he

watched her eyes. The gray deepened, the bluish rings
around it darkened. Witchy eyes. Seductive eyes.

Eyes that threatened to trap his soul.

"Have you ever been taken here?" He let his
fingers caress the narrow crevice between the taut mounds

of her rear. "Have you knelt for a lover, Kira? Let
him work that pretty ass open and fill it with his cock?"

She jerked. Her eyes dilated, and he knew she hadn't. No,
it would have been giving control rather than

taking it.

"Haven't you imagined what it would be like to be
taken there?" His body tightened at the knowledge

that this was an intimacy she hadn't shared with any other
lover. His cock throbbed at the thought,

clenching with the warning of impending release.

Insecurity flickered in her gaze.

"I bet you're tight here." He let his finger
massage the hidden little entrance as it flexed beneath his touch.

"Tight and hot. Would you scream for me? Would you beg
me to fuck you harder there?"

Sweat formed on her brow as he pulled her hair back with
his other hand and worked his cock against

her rippling tongue. He was so close to coming it was all
he could do to hold the hard ejaculations back.

As he pulled the long strands over her opposite shoulder,
he let his fingers twine in them, tighten.

"Suck my dick. Don't just lick it. You know what I
want."

Just as he knew what she was doing. Applying direct
pressure to the most sensitive spot on the hard

flesh, hoping to break his control. She cupped her fingers
around his hard balls, massaged and eased

farther back.

The next little slap to her rear was harder, hotter.
"Don't fuck with me, baby," he said softly. "Not unless

you want to face the consequences."

A frown worked at her brow even as her fingers slid back to
his scrotum and her mouth began to work

over the head of his cock.

His gaze flickered to her blushing butt as he laid a
lighter little slap to it. Pleasure, a slow heated burn that

would lead her across the threshold between pleasure and
pain. "You're going to lift your sweet ass to

me. Just a little higher, baby. Lift to me, so I can make
it burn so good."

She moaned around his cock, her suckling mouth drawing on
him deeper as her eyes seemed to glaze.

But she did it. Pulled her knees in tighter and lifted to
him.

Sweat dripped down his back as he fought to hold on to his
control just a few more minutes. Just a little

longer. He wanted her to come with him. He wanted her to
know, in this instance, that he controlled her

body, her response, and her orgasms.

He guided her mouth with his hand in her hair, pulling at
the thick strands, his cock fucking her mouth as

he delivered the little slaps to her ass, drawing closer to
the saturated flesh of her bare pussy, making her

burn. Inside and out.

She was weaker to this form of pleasure than she knew. He
could see it on her expression as she tried

to fight it, feel it in the suckling heat of her mouth as
she tried to push him over the edge before he

managed to push her across the threshold.

His. She belonged to him. He felt it in his soul; she
defied him, challenged him with her eyes, pricked at

his control with the fierce, heated draws of her mouth. She
licked and consumed him until the need to

breathe was pleasure and pain, until sweat coated his body
and his lungs labored for oxygen.

Her moans echoed around his erection and filled his head,
just as the sound of his hand meeting her ass

began to match the moaning breaths.

"That ass is mine. That sweet pussy is mine." He
laid his hand to her rear again and again, feeling her

burn in the cries that surrounded his cock and seeing it in
the darkening of her eyes.

She belonged to him.

Just a little more, he knew. He clenched his teeth, allowed
his hand to fall harder, closer to her soaked

pussy, brightening her flesh and throwing her past the
boundary of pleasure and pain. To a place where

the two merged. Where they blended in a chaotic storm of
hunger and need.

"You're going to come for me, Kira." Her eyes
were nearly black, her mouth tight, hungry, as she drew

on him, taking him nearly to her throat now, her ass
lifting for him, her moans urging him on.

"Feel it, kitten." He kept his voice low,
grating. Working easily toward the blissful zone he knew he had

drawn her into. A place where nothing mattered but the
sensation, the burn of the pleasure and the

coming release. "Feel how hot and wet you are."
He laid a gentler though burning caress between her

thighs. Once. Twice. Back to her ass. Then to the bare
flesh of her pussy.

She was shaking now. Shuddering. And God help him, he
couldn't hold back. He could feel the cum

boiling in his balls, threatening to overflow.

"Come for me, Kira." He delivered a firmer tap
against her pussy, then back to her ass. "Give me what I

need, baby."

Back to her pussy. Once. Twice. He moved back to her ass
then, the little slaps gaining in speed and

strength until he felt her explode, heard her scream on his
cock. His head fell back as he forced back a

shout of release and filled her mouth with his come.

Each jerking, shuddering ejaculation tore a throttled cry
from his lips even as he plunged his fingers into

the tight depths of her convulsing pussy to feel the
release that flowed over his fingers.

She consumed him. Sucked the seed from his balls, and left
him so damned weak he nearly collapsed

over her. He caught his weight on the back of the seat, his
breathing labored, jerky, as the final spurts of

his semen filled her mouth.

As soon as he could think, move, Ian eased back from her,
pulled his pants to his hips and found his seat

before pulling her into his lap. He couldn't give her time
to consider what had happened until he gave her

body time to ease into the implications of it. Surrender to
a woman like Kira was as much about pleasing

the mind and the heart as it was about pleasing her body.

"I didn't like that." Her voice was husky,
uncertain, as he tucked her head beneath his chin and let his

hands caress the rippling shudders that raced through her
body. "Not at all. And you call me kitten again,

and I'll kill you in your sleep."

"I could tell you just hated it when you drenched my
fingers with your orgasm," he mused with a smile.

He kept his voice gentle, allowed her to hear and to feel
his complete approval of her response.

She was silent as she lay against him then, her arms looped
around his neck and holding tight to him.

"Don't do it again," she finally breathed out
weakly.

A smile curled his lips and he bent his head over hers and
held her to him. God, he loved holding her.

Having her in his arms, soft as a sleepy kitten with its
claws still extended.

"Maybe I'll do something different next time," he
drawled, finding himself wondering at the amusement