Killer Secrets (32 page)

secured them with a snap before moving back.

Her eyes flashed first with confusion, until she tugged at
her wrists, heard the chain rattle and felt the

security of the restraints. A shade of fear flashed in her
eyes then.

"Just say no," he told her, his hands settling on
her shoulder and her stomach as he moved to lie beside

her once again.

"I'm not your damned submissive, Ian," she bit
out, tugging again on the chain holding her. "Are you

insane?"

"Insanity is the least of my problems these
days," he assured her, narrowing his gaze as she turned her

head and stared back at the dark cuffs. "If you want
free, all you have to do is say the word. We'll walk

away from this."

"So I'm restrained for the torture or I don't get
fucked?" Her gaze sliced back to him, darkening with

emotion, almost mesmerizing him with the sharp flashes of
intensity in the cloudy color.

"You understand perfectly." He smiled down at her
in approval. "I knew you were a smart girl."

"You bastard!" Guttural, agonized, her voice had
him gauging her reactions much closer now.

"Should I let you go, Kira?" He gentled his
voice, placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and stared back at

her. "Are you scared?" he asked, daring her.

Kira swallowed tightly, her breathing rough as she stared
back at him, seeing his intent in his gaze. He

would have whatever he wanted from her now, or he would
walk away and she knew it.

"Should I be scared?" She was terrified.

He wouldn't hurt her, not physically, but what he would do
had the potential to break her later.

"You should be very scared," he answered.
"You're always holding back. Always keeping a part of

yourself safe, aren't you? That's why you like the
quickies. Why you want to rush to the climax and forget

the buildup. What is it about the buildup that frightens
you?"

"Boredom," she snapped in reply. "Who wants
to lie restrained while someone else has all the fun?" She

rattled the chains again with a furious shake of her
wrists.

"You're scared."

The certainty in his voice had her breath catching, her
eyes locking with his.

"I'm not scared of you," she denied. She couldn't
afford to let him know just how much her emotions,

where he was involved, truly terrified her.

"Prove it." The slight tug at the corner of his
lips, the smug knowing smirk, assured her she had lost this

battle.

"Let me go then."

He shook his head slowly. "You want loose, tell me no
. . . This time, you won't rush this. Before the

night is over, Kira, I'll have all of you, or I'll have nothing
at all."

He was serious. She could see it in his face, feel it in
his body as he arched over her, in the touch of his

hand as he laid it possessively against her stomach before
sliding it between her thighs.

"You're wet, Kira. So wet and hot."

Her eyes closed as his fingers slid through the slick cream
that flowed from her, tantalizing her with the

heat of his touch and stroking flesh so violently sensitive
she could barely hold her cry back.

"My little control freak," he said, chuckling.
"I bet it was hard to hold that cry back."

Her eyes flew open, or rather she forced them open as far
as possible. She felt drugged, weak, yet the

blood was pumping hard and fast through her veins and
adrenaline was tightening the breath in her chest.

"Bastard." It was a moan rather than an
accusation because even as he pointed out the obvious, his

fingers were parting the swollen lips of her pussy and
pushing heavily inside. "Damn you, Ian."

His lips came down on hers as the cry left her throat,
taking it into himself as he sipped at her lips,

placing hard, stinging kisses as two fingers worked inside
her, stroking, rubbing, and driving her crazy

with the sensations streaking through her.

He wasn't joking when he said slow and easy. When he said
he would have all of her. He kissed her like

a man starved for a kiss. His fingers delved inside her,
retreated and returned in deliberately sensual

thrusts.

She was burning from the inside out. Wild, fiery trails of
sensation whipped over her, clenching her pussy

around his fingers, driving the breath from her lungs and
starting an ache in her clit that she was afraid

would drive her over the edge to insanity.

"Damn, you're beautiful," his voice whispered
across her senses as he broke the kiss, his lips moving

from hers to her jaw as he ignored her broken cry.

"Ian, please." Her hips arched as his fingers
retreated again; this time though they didn't return. They

smoothed over her thighs, pressing her legs farther apart
as his lips traveled along her neck.

Kira jerked at the restraints on her wrists, her hands
itching to feel his flesh beneath them. She gave a

whimpering moan as his lips feathered across her nipples.
First one, then the other. A teasing, tantalizing

touch before he sucked one into his mouth. He laved the
tender peak with his tongue, then suckled at it

with voracious hunger before continuing on the downward
path to her aching pussy.

He couldn't do this. She couldn't allow it. His lips were
like a brand against her flesh, sweeping over it

with dampened trails of fiery pleasure. She could feel the
perspiration building on her flesh, the slick heat

of her juices flowing from her pussy, preparing her,
increasing the hunger rising inside her.

God help her, she needed. She needed him with a desperation
born of some dark hunger that she

couldn't explain even within herself.

"Please, Ian. Don't. Don't tease." Her head
twisted against the mattress, aching pain building in her chest.

She didn't want to lose this need. This pleasure. She
didn't want it to build inside her, becoming so sharp

and agonizing that the need for orgasm was like a living
entity inside her. Only to have it evaporate, die,

because her mind refused to release that last shred of
control.

He hadn't been the first lover determined to find that
inner core inside her. That part of her feminine soul

that, once possessed, would never belong to another. He
wasn't the first. He wouldn't be the last. But he

was the most important.

"Poor Kira," he whispered as he moved between her
thighs, wedging into place as he parted her legs

further. "Do you want me to stop?"

"This isn't going to work, Ian," she gasped as
his fingers smoothed over the cream-slickened flesh of her

pussy. "You'll destroy me, but not in the way you
believe."

He would steal her ability to orgasm. It always happened.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll take care of you."

The tone of his voice had her eyes opening, her head
tilting to stare down at him in dazed fascination.

The savage features of his face were taut, his eyes glowing
with heat and his lips swollen with lust. But

even more surprising was the understanding and knowledge in
his eyes.

"I can't give you what you want, Ian," she
moaned. "I don't have it."

"You have it, Kira." He pushed her legs farther
apart, his head lowering to place a soft, delicate kiss on

her clit. "And soon, I'll have it."

It was more than a promise, it was a statement of intent.
Ian meant to take all of her.

Kira breathed in deeply. There wasn't enough oxygen. Heat
surrounded her, filled her. She felt like the

core of a burning sun, waiting to explode but expecting
instead the freezing chill of diluted pleasure.

Ian chuckled again, his fingers parting the swollen folds
of her sex, his head lowering.

Kira's cry shook her. It tore from her chest, ripped from
her throat as he placed his lips over her

throbbing clit and kissed it deeply. A kiss. It wasn't
suckling pressure, or the rapid flicks of his tongue. It

was a purse-lipped kiss that shocked the little bundle of
nerves and had it rioting in desperation.

She needed to get closer to that kiss. Her hands clenched
around the slender chain of the wrist restraints

as her heels dug into the bed and she tried to lift closer,
to drive her clit deeper between his lips.

She could feel the sweat beading on her skin now, small
rivulets running down her forehead, along her

stomach. She was burning alive, desperate. She jerked at
the restraint, whimpering cries pouring from her

as Ian's lips, tongue, and suckling mouth whipped her into
a frenzy of hunger.

It was building. Blazing. She had never needed anything as
desperately as she needed Ian now.

"There you go, baby," he crooned huskily, his
breath feathering over the ultrasensitive flesh between her

thighs. "Just let it feel good."

He kissed again. Firm little kisses. Whispery deeper
kisses. He sucked at the swollen folds, each kiss,

each lick, each rumbled growl against her flesh growing
hungrier.

She should have lost the desire to come three screams ago.
Instead, it was building, her cries growing

more pathetically pleading. She was begging him for
release. She could hear the words, feel the pleas

ripping through her body as lust, passion, and emotion
began to flame higher and hotter inside her.

"Ian. Now." She arched, fighting the hold he had
on her hips. "It's killing me. Please."

Her pussy clenched, spilled more of her juices as his
tongue suddenly plunged inside it. But it wasn't

enough.

She twisted in his grip as his tongue stroked, licked. Her
back arched, her fingers tightened on the

chains, and she fought for climax. It was so close. Right
there. Waiting on her.

"Damn you, Ian." Her head thrashed on the bed.
She tried to trap him in place by tightening her thighs

against his head.

Firm hands held her thighs wide, her arching hips angled
the entrance to her pussy to his hungry mouth,

and he consumed her.

"Fuck!" The rough, snarling groan into the
swollen, desperate flesh had her shuddering, struggling.

"Sweet Kira. Your pussy is sweet. Hot."

She twisted, fought for a deeper touch.

"What do you want, Kira?"

"Now," she moaned. "I want you now."

"What do you want now, baby?" he crooned, his
guttural voice rougher, deeper than ever. "Come on,

tell me what you want."

"Take me, Ian." Desperation laced her cry.
"Now. Please."

"What am I taking? Tell me what you want me to
take." He breathed the words over her clit, striking

shards of sensation through it as she fought to breathe
through the additional pleasure. Agonizing

pleasure. A pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, it unraveled
her to her soul.

"Me," she cried out. "Take me."

"All of you, Kira?" He asked the question, his
lips formed the words and stroked over her clit,

ricocheted through her womb. "Which part of you? Just
this sweet pussy? Or is there more of you?"

Was there more of her? Did she need more? Did she want
more?

"Don't stop." She forced her eyes open, staring
down her body as he rose between her thighs, her hips

lifting, her voice beseeching as his lips touched her
stomach before he rose to his knees. "Please don't

stop."

"What part of you belongs to me, Kira?" He came
over her, one hand framing her face as his lips

touched hers, his gaze holding hers. "What part of you
do I take?"

She needed more. More than she had ever needed before.

"All of me." She felt the first tear fall.
"Take all of me."

Kira felt the defenses she had worked all her life to build
unravel inside her as Ian took her lips in a kiss

that burned through her like white-hot flames.

She was lost in him. Out of control. Undulating beneath his
heavier, sweat-dampened body, she fought