I went over to the refrigerator in the kitchen of the suite and snagged a beer. I opened it. Took a long drink.
I slammed the beer down on the counter and went to the door.
Goddamn it. I was going after Kiera.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kiera
There was a knock on my hotel room door.
I went over and opened the door. I was in my robe, because I was getting ready to take a hot shower and wash away any trace of Nikolai. I figured it was probably Cass, checking to see if I was okay.
It wasn’t Cass.
It was Demetrius.
“Can I come in?” he said.
I started to say no, but he pushed past me before I had the chance.
“I’m getting ready to take a shower,” I said.
“I just…” He scratched his stubble. “I need to make sure that you’re okay.”
“I’ll be fine. Stop treating me like I’m delicate or something.”
“Look, if something happened to you, I couldn’t stand it.”
“Why are you even here?” I glared at him.
“I’m trying to…” He folded his arms over his chest. “You know, when we were alone, you weren’t yelling at me about treating you like a kid, and then everyone comes in, and you’re suddenly siding with Blaze—”
“Is that what this is about?” I raised my eyebrows. “You’re upset with me for making you look bad in front of everyone else?”
“No, I didn’t say that. And you didn’t make me look bad. I did what I had to do back there. If it had been Cass, I would have done the same thing. There’s no way that Ambrose would have been upset with me for doing it.”
“But you wouldn’t have been there if Cass had done it. No one would have been with her at all,” I said. “So, maybe it really was a bad plan.”
He was quiet for a minute. “I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe all of my plans have been kind of crap. It’s not as if I have a lot of practice with this kind of thing. It’s not my typical line of work to rescue girls from mobsters. Generally, I just kill people.”
I looked down at my feet. I expected him to argue with me more, not cave like that. I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry I let you go in there,” he said. “I was against it, and I should have followed my instincts—”
“No,” I said, “see that’s why I’m pissed at you. Because here it comes again. You think that I’m incapable of doing anything. You always have to sail in and save me.”
“He was going to hurt you.”
“So what?”
“So, he’s bigger and stronger than you, so it was perfectly logical that you were scared.”
“I wasn’t scared.”
“What? Yes, you were.”
God, he made me so angry. “Look, why don’t you just leave? I need to take a shower—”
“Hell, Kiera, I was scared. It’s okay to admit that you were scared.”
“Well, I wasn’t, though.” I didn’t know why I was lying to him. I was just sick of all of it. Sick of the way he treated me. “You’re never going to respect me, are you?”
“I respect you fine. I think you’re amazing at what you do. Which, by the way, is not going toe-to-toe with men like Nikolai.”
“But until the end, I was doing fine, wasn’t I?”
“That’s not the point.”
“You know, I thought maybe you’d stop thinking of me like your kid sister if we had sex, but you turned off immediately afterward. The next morning, you were cold and closed off, and now it’s like you never even saw me naked.”
“Oh, trust me, Kiera, it is not like that at all.” He took several steps toward me.
I backed up. The hotel room was not that big, and I hit the wall. I couldn’t go backwards any further.
He closed the distance between us. Now, he towered over me, all of his hulking body closing me in.
I stuck out my chin. “I thought you would finally get the message that I was an adult woman, but you didn’t.”
“I don’t think of you as a kid,” he said in his rumbly voice. “I definitely don’t think of you as my sister.”
Damned if I didn’t get shivers, just like always. In my robe, I felt especially exposed. I yanked it tighter against my body, as if I was cold. “So, why can’t you ever just trust me to do a job?”
“Why can’t you accept some fucking help?” His hand slid behind my neck, cupping the back of my head. He held me in place, and then he kissed me.
I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away. But I ended up surrendering to the kiss and letting my fingers run over the hard swell of his biceps instead.
He claimed my mouth, exploring it with his tongue.
Bursts of sweetness traveled through me.
He pulled back, gazing into my eyes. “You can’t really be upset with me for stopping Nikolai.”
I dragged my hands over his chest.“You never even gave me a chance to try to stop him myself.”
He trailed kisses over my jaw, my neck. His voice was ragged. “Oh yeah? What exactly is it that you were going to do?”
I gasped. It felt amazing. “I would have figured out something,” I managed. “I know I would have.”
He planted a kiss on my clavicle. “You don’t even have any idea what you could have done. You needed me. Admit it.”
I stroked his facial hair. I closed my eyes. “No.”
He parted my robe. “You need me now.” He reached both hands inside to cup my breasts. “You want me,” he rasped.
“No.” But I yanked the robe over my shoulders, baring my body to him. “I don’t. At all.”
He slammed me into the wall, kissing me hard. “I am exactly what you need.”
“No.” I wrapped my legs around him. “No,” I said again, my hands going under his shirt, touching the hard warmth of his flat stomach. “You need to leave me alone.”
“Really?” He tugged his shirt over his head.
I kissed his chest, running my hands over his pecks, licking the soft, dark hair that trailed down his stomach. “Get away from me,” I murmured into his skin.
He groaned.
My hands went further down. I found the button to his jeans. I unbuttoned it.
“You do want me,” he said in a gravelly voice.
I shook my head. “I don’t. I don’t want anything to do with you.” I unzipped his pants and found his cock, hard and thick against my palm. I stroked him. “You ruin everything. You make me crazy. Every time I see you, I just wish that you were…”
His breath was unsteady. “That I was what?”
“Inside me,” I said in a tiny voice.
He let out a strangled sound.
“And I hate it,” I said, stroking him. “I hate it, because I don’t want to want that. I want to be strong. I don’t want to be the stupid, idiotic chick who thinks that just because we slept together, it means something, because you still think I’m twelve—”
“Don’t say that out loud again.” He was holding me against the wall with one hand and with his body. His other hand was fumbling in his back pocket. “You’re not twelve.” He yanked out a condom with a triumphant grin.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to keep those in your pocket,” I said.
“Do you have any?”
“Well, no.”
He handed me the package. “Open it.”
I ripped it open and took out the condom, letting the package flutter to the floor.
He snatched it away from me and began sliding it over his shaft. “Every time I see you, I want to be inside you too,” he said in a tattered voice.
I kissed him.
He lifted my hips and speared me with his cock, lowering me onto him.
Immediately, I felt gloriously filled by him. The sensation was warm and tingling and overwhelming. But I didn’t start spasming right away, not like last time.
He thrust.
I cried out. Oh, hell, that felt good.
He
slid his hand between our bodies, finding my clit with one finger.
I dug my fingers into his back, moaning. There it was. I was going to lose it.
He slammed into me, over and over, quick and fast, his fingers working at my clit at the same time.
And I felt the ecstasy coming for me, spilling through my body like the dawn overtaking the sky, stabbing through me in reds and purples and pinks, an inch at a time, every stroke better than the one before, every minute bring me closer.
And closer.
And closer.
Until I was overflowing with bright white hot goodness, until I was riding a crest of exquisite perfection, climaxing around him again and again and again.
* * *
Demetrius
She was sprawled out on the couch in her hotel room, completely bared to me, not even attempting to cover herself. “I think you could make me come by looking at me,” she said.
I felt sleepy and warm and loose. Her leg was in my lap, her heel nestled against my soft dick. I was running my finger lazily over her toes. “No, I don’t think so, because I’ve been trying lately, and it doesn’t seem to be working.”
“Seriously, though,” she told the ceiling. “It’s not supposed to be like this. I know. I’ve heard women talking, and it’s supposed to be really hard for women to have orgasms during sex. I mean, I guess that it’s never been hard for me to give myself an orgasm, so maybe that’s why it’s so easy. I mean, maybe I’m just lucky—”
“Hold up,” I said. “Go back to the part where you were giving yourself an orgasm.”
She kicked me in the belly. “Shut up.”
“Ow,” I said, even though it hadn’t hurt.
“Oh fuck.” She straightened. “Did I get your… you know, balls?”
I laughed. “No, I’m fine, actually. But you really should be careful. There’s no worse way to emasculate a man than a kick in the balls.”
She lay back, settling down and giggling. “I’ll be careful.”
I rubbed my hands over her calf. “You’re perfect.”
“What?” She arched an eyebrow at me. “I’m really not.”
I let my fingertips dance over her knee. “You are. Perfect. I think you were created in a lab by evil scientists to be my downfall.”
She guffawed. “Oh, don’t be stupid. If I were a robot, I would have smaller thighs.”
“No way,” I said. “I would absolutely create my personal sexbot to look exactly like you.”
She was blushing. “Shut up.”
“That’s why you come so easily for me,” I mused. “Because I like it that way, and everything you do is what I like.”
“Now, that’s bullshit,” she said. “Because I’m pretty sure I make you crazy mad hourly.”
I smiled wryly. “Well, that’s true. Maybe you’re not a sexbot after all.”
She laughed again.
I trailed my fingers higher, under her knee, up her thigh.
She shivered, laughter fading. She sat up. “Seriously, Demetrius. What are we doing?”
I pulled her down onto my chest and kissed her. “Let’s not do that yet.”
“Not do what?” she murmured.
I stroked one of her nipples, softly, and was rewarded when it tightened under my touch. “Mmm,” I sighed. “Have I told you how much I like your tits?”
She made a small noise of pleasure. “Not do what?”
“They fit nicely in my hands, and they’re so round and firm, and your nipples are just… exactly… perfect.” I lowered my head and sucked the small bit of flesh into my mouth.
She shut her eyes and moaned, her body going to jelly in my arms.
I sucked.
She sighed.
I moved my mouth to her other breast, putting my mouth on that nipple. My cock was starting to stir. I was getting worked up again.
“Demetrius,” she said, sounding vaguely annoyed, but mostly turned on. “What are you doing?”
“I want you again,” I said. “I want you here, on the couch, nice and slow. I want you to sit on top of me, and I want your perfect tits bouncing up and down while I make you come again.”
She writhed against me.
“And then,” I said, running my hand over her smooth skin and down between her legs, “I want to carry you to the shower, where we’ll rub soapy lather all over each other’s bodies, which will get us all hot and bothered again, so I’ll bend you over and take you from behind while the hot water rushes over us and—”
She pulled away. “And then you’ll ignore me tomorrow?”
I shut my eyes. “Can we worry about tomorrow when it comes?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t know if I can do that.” She got up off the couch, wandered over to where her robe was lying, and pulled it over her shoulders.
By this time, I had a raging hard-on. “Come back here,” I said. “I can’t think when I’m this horny, Kiera. Come over here and take that robe back off, and we’ll talk afterward.”
She turned back to look at me. She licked her lips. “I want to.”
“Then do it.”
I felt at a disadvantage. She was covered, and I wasn’t, but I was resisting the urge to put on clothes. Putting on clothes meant that it was all over, and that I wasn’t going to be able to convince her to do what I wanted to do.
She shook her head. “We shouldn’t have done this. It’s only that when I’m around you, I can’t think straight.”
“That makes two of us,” I said, getting off the couch. I approached her, and I used my nakedness as a weapon.
She took me in, swallowing as her gaze settled on my erection.
“Come closer,” I told her in a throaty voice.
She shook her head, still staring at me.
So, I came closer.
She reached out and ran the tip of her finger over the head of my cock.
I let out a shuddering breath. I had her. “Stroke me, Kiera,” I ordered softly.
She shut her eyes, and she complied.
I parted her robe, running my hand over her breast, over her belly, all the way down to part the lips of her slit.
She gasped. “I don’t even understand how you do this to me. Why am I doing this?”
“You want to do this,” I said, brushing her clit.
“But…” She let out a breathy moan. Her hand moved faster on my shaft. “Why?”
“Because you’re mine,” I said, and I kissed her. Damn it, had I said that out loud?
She pulled away, searching my eyes with her own. “Am I?”
Fuck. I let go of her.
“Demetrius?” she said in a tiny voice.
I wasn’t looking at her. I was looking for my pants, which should be here somewhere… There. I fished them up off the floor and began yanking them on. I didn’t care that I was hopping around like an idiot, or that I was going commando. My boxers were somewhere too, but I didn’t need them.
I just needed to get away right now. I’d ruined everything.
She pulled her robe tight over her body. “Are you like… afraid of commitment or something?”
“No,” I said, zipping my pants carefully so as to avoid any of my sensitive bits. “I just… you were right. We shouldn’t have done this.”
“Because you don’t want me to be yours?”
I rubbed my chin. “It doesn’t matter what I want. You can’t be.”
Her lower lip trembled. “Why not?”
Was she going to cry? If she started crying—
But she swallowed hard and seemed to pull herself together. “You know what? Don’t answer that. Because I don’t want to belong to you. I can’t be yours. I’m a person, not a slave.”
I gaped at her. That stung. I had never meant it like that, and she must know that. But, hell, maybe it was better if she was mad at me. I started for the door. “That’s right. Look, this was all only ever about sex, and now that we’ve done it, I’ve got you out of my system, and—”
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bsp; “That might have worked before,” she said. “I might have believed you if you hadn’t come back for more.”
I dragged my hand over my face. “It’s better if we stay away from each other.”
She wedged herself between me and the door. “Why? If you’re going to treat me like this, you’re going to give me an answer.”
“It’s… it’s too dangerous for you.”
“What?” Her mouth dropped open. “Excuse me, but what is so dangerous about your penis? I mean, it’s big, but it’s not that big.”
“You’re just… you’re very young and innocent—”
“I am not.”
“And small and weak and soft and vulnerable.”
“Stop it.” Her nostrils flared. “I am none of those things.”
“You’re all of those things. And the fact that you won’t admit it to yourself makes everything more dangerous for you. And I thought that I could protect you, but being near me makes everything worse for you—”
“Because I took this job?”
“Tonight, you were practically mauled by Nikolai Mikailhov.”
“I didn’t take this job to be near you. Get over yourself.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
She shoved me.
I absorbed the impact. “Hey. There’s no reason to get physically violent.”
She shoved me again. “You didn’t even feel that, you dick.”
I grabbed her hands. “Just stop.”
“I can do this job,” she said. “I can do any job. I always do them well. Always.”
“Kiera, this isn’t about your skill—”
“Once,” she said, “once, I fucked up. And it was a big fuck up, but it was only once, and I don’t fuck up anymore.” And her eyes were filling with tears again.
I let go of her hands.
“I don’t fuck up anymore. Not after I lost him.”
“Lost who?” I said.
“My dad,” she said.
I took a step back.
She looked down at her fingernails. “He had cancer, and it was before the new legislation went through, and the insurance company denied his claim as a pre-existing condition. And I knew that I could hack in, and I could change it, and they would have to help him, and the hospital would start treating him like a person again, and that he’d get better, but I couldn’t. I kept trying to hack in, and I couldn’t get in, and no matter how many times I tried, I couldn’t. And eventually, it was just… too late.”
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