I bet he would. He’s probably into all kinds of kinky and sadistic things. He looks like the type. And I bet the foolish women of The Syndicate and The Order would let him do whatever he likes.
“Are you ready for your ear protection?”
“Please. Maybe then I won’t have to listen to you yammer on.”
“Your arse is going to make the acquaintance of my palm tonight.”
I’m looking ahead, so I can’t see his expression, but I slightly panic until I hear the light chuckle that follows.
Playful Kieran. He’s much more pleasant than vile Kieran. “You don’t scare me.”
He leans close so his mouth hovers over my ear. “I’m going to make you regret saying that, later tonight.”
I take my eyes off the target and turn to look at him over my shoulder. “Careful. I haven’t made my decision about the proposal yet.”
“We both know you have.” He lifts the protective earmuffs and stretches them over my head. “This is an extended magazine. You have twenty-two rounds.”
“Got it.”
He lowers the earmuffs over my ears and I resume my stance, visually aligning the center of the paper target. I fire the first shot, completely unprepared for the rearward force that pushes me off-balance, forcing my back to collide with Kieran’s front. He removes my earmuffs, and I hear him laughing. “I warned you, doll.”
“Shite. That is powerful.”
“You’re a wee one, so that’s a lot of kickback for your small upper body to handle. Does the power frighten you?”
It does a little, but I’ll never let him know. I can’t ever let him see me cower. “No.”
“Want to fire it again?”
“Yes.”
Kieran places one hand on my lower abdomen and the other on my upper back, pushing me into position. His hand on my stomach makes all of those exciting tingles I had last night return. Dammit. I hate this man. That shouldn’t be happening.
“You need to balance your body in a more forward position for this weapon.” I shift and he uses his hands to adjust my body. “Still not quite right.”
He moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my body and putting his hands on top of mine. His front presses against my back, forcing my body into the firing position. I feel his breath against my ear before I hear his voice. “You’re perfect.” His mouth grazes my earlobe and chills erupt down my body. “Don’t. Move.”
He replaces the protective gear over my ears, and I hesitate a moment before firing over and over until the magazine is empty. Incredible. The force behind this weapon is electrifying. Makes me feel powerful. Brave. Invincible.
I place the gun on the table inside the bay and remove my earmuffs. “That gun does not play.”
He takes the earmuffs from me and tosses them next to the gun. He advances and I retreat until my back is pressed against the wall of the bay. Trapped. “Watching you fire off those rounds… it was hot.”
Men will use any excuse for being horny. “All I did was shoot a gun.”
He shakes his head. “It was so much more than just firing a weapon.” I hear the sincerity in his voice. See it in his eyes.
“What does that mean?” And why does it seem to be so important to him?
“You handled my gun with confidence. You fired it with skill. No fear. No hesitation.” His hands cup the bottom of my face. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. “It pleases me greatly to see those qualities in my wife.”
I don’t know if it’s his hands touching my face or his lips against mine or hearing him call me his wife, but something makes those damn tingles in my pelvis return. The same ones that made me wet last night. Thank fuck I’m wearing pants.
Kieran Hendry makes me feel like a woman. A desired woman. His words, the way he looks at me, his body language. Everything he does is a huge turn-on. Yet I hate this man. Loathe him. But damn, he has a way of touching me that makes me forget every logical thought in my head. It doesn’t make sense to me how I can despise him and at the same time respond so strongly to his touch.
It’s my body reacting to him, not my head. It must be hormones and sex drive. Those two things combined have the power to make people do things they wouldn’t normally do.
“You’re trembling.” He grazes the back of his fingers down my cheek and my stomach does some kind of flip. “Do I frighten you?”
I look away because I can’t tell him that it isn’t fear giving me the trembles.
He grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. “Do. I. Frighten. You?”
“No.”
He rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. “Then what is it?”
I shake my head.
He leans in for another kiss but stops before his lips touch mine. We’re so close I can feel his breath on my mouth. Just like last night when my body turned to mush.
I’m quivering and my breath has become more rapid. I may even be a little lightheaded.
His bottom lip grazes mine, but he still doesn’t kiss me. “I’ll back off right now if it’s what you want.”
I don’t want him to back off. I also don’t want him to know that I don’t want him to back off. Feels too much like giving in to something I’m not supposed to crave.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
I’m his captive. We made an agreement. I must submit without a fight per our deal to maintain Ellison’s safety.
Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, Wes. Maybe if you say it enough, you’ll start to believe it.
His fingers lace through my hair and he holds me prisoner when he lowers his mouth to mine. I open, giving his tongue an invitation to come inside. The two meet, and together they become erotic dance partners with Kieran taking the lead.
I’ve only had one very forgettable kiss in my life. But this kiss… I could live a million years and never forget it or the way I feel right now.
He stops, his lips hovering over mine. His breath warm against my skin. “More or stop? Your decision.”
He’s asking me to venture further with him. My body says yes, but my head tells me that one more step will take me to a place I shouldn’t go with this man. I’m twenty-three and being kissed for the second time in my life. I don’t want this to stop. “More.”
His mouth drags across my jaw, leaving kisses in its path. It travels down the side of my neck and I tilt my head, offering him full access. Submitting.
I close my eyes and debate what the hell I’m doing. Kieran asked for my permission. Not my submission. I said yes when I didn’t have to.
He pushes his hand under my sweater and grips my lower back, pulling me against him. “More?” He doesn’t have to have permission to do any of this to me. I’m his captive to
do with as he wishes, and no one will stop him. Yet he’s asking for my consent.
“Yes.”
He pins me against the wall with his hips. I’m trapped with no escape. I should be panicking, but I’m not.
I have no idea what I’m doing. I only know that I like what’s happening between us more than I should.
His mouth migrates as low as it can until the neck of my sweater won’t allow him to go any lower. And despite my lack of experience at making out, I know what’s coming next. This man isn’t going to let a sweater get in his way.
My chest heaves up and down, my breathing loud. I’m shocked by the sudden and unexpected urgency I feel for Kieran. I ignore the warnings I hear inside my head telling me to stop.
His hand is moving to my breasts just as I anticipated, but I still jolt when his thumb rubs my nipple through the fabric of my bra.
“I can’t wait to have you under me. I’m going to make you come so hard. Over and over and over.” My light gasp makes him chuckle. “You’re going to love all the things I make your body feel.”
The touching. The kissing. The promises. All of it pools like pure liquid seduction between my legs, my body’s invitation for Kieran to keep going.
“You want that, don’t you? To feel passion and ecstasy and pleasure?”
Fuck. Yes.
I want that.
I jolt when I hear someone clearing his voice, but Kieran simply removes his hand from my sweater and backs away. He inhales deeply and exhales slowly. “Go the fuck away. Now, if you don’t want to die.” His jaw is clenched, and there’s a touch of growl to his voice.
“My apologies, Mr. Hendry. Your father sent me to get you.”
Kieran stands tall and adjusts his tie. “Where is my father?”
“Waiting for you in the car, sir.”
I think this means they’re leaving the compound. Something must be happening. Maybe they’re going to meet with The Fellowship Council again. Maybe I’m about to leave this place.
Kieran cradles my face and kisses my forehead, just as I’ve seen Sin do with Bleu a thousand times. It feels very affectionate. I like it.
“Escort Miss Breckenridge back to my quarters.”