Kiss Me Harder: Unbreakable Series

by Cole, Aja

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  I come out of the washroom and find Naja leaning against the wall of the hallway, a guarded look on her face.

  “I’m listening,” she says.

  “I said we need to talk.”

  “I don’t have anything to say.”

  “Nothing at all?” I cock my head, stepping closer, but she puts a hand up, shaking her head.

  “You said no injuries, so you need to keep your distance. Go tease someone else, because I’m done with that.”

  “You’re the reason it’s only a tease. I’m more than willing to follow through.”

  “And yet, you haven’t.”

  “We can keep going in circles about this. I told you what I wanted.”

  “And I busted your lip as my answer. So I guess you need to re-evaluate.” She raises a mocking eyebrow.

  “Stop pretending you don’t need anyone.” I tug on her shirt, making her stumble into me. “And stop acting like there’s nothing between us.”

  “Tell me what to do again.” She lifts her chin stubbornly but doesn’t try to pull away. I’d say she’s about half bark, half bite. I slide my arms around her waist, holding her tight and lowering my mouth to hover over hers.

  “Stop denying this.”

  “Make me,” she breathes.

  I could, but where’s the fun in that? That’s exactly what she wants me to do. She wants me to make it easy for her, make her feel like she’s not making the choice.

  “Do you know why I asked you for your submission?”

  “Because you’re an arrogant bastard.”

  “Having someone submit to me means they’re trusting me with their vulnerabilities. It’s sharing something with me that you don’t share with anyone else, no matter what front you put on every day. I didn’t say it because I want you to be a doormat, or do everything I say. At its most basic, it means you open yourself to what I can give you, and what we can give each other.”

  “What’s the point if I don’t do everything you say?” She narrows her eyes like she doesn’t believe me.

  “If you haven’t noticed already, you being difficult doesn’t faze me. It just means that I feel that much more triumphant when you give in.”

  Naja scoffs, but there’s a gleam of interest in her eyes that makes me keep talking.

  “Give me a few days.”

  “For what?”

  “To show you what being submissive to me would mean, how it would feel. Let’s say…four days where you agree to keep an open mind and let me take care of you. Doesn’t have to be consecutive because there’s other shit going on; we can pick them.”

  “Only if you agree that after those four days are up, this is finished and I never see you again.”

  So damn stubborn.

  “I pick the days, then. You don’t get to negotiate or object unless something’s happening that’s out of our control. From the moment I choose, you give me twenty-four hours.”

  I can see the wheels turning in her mind, but I’m not worried. I don’t think either of us will be walking away once the days are up. I’ve got her number. I know what I felt that first night, and I know what I saw in her eyes, the emotion she tried to brush off.

  I just have to make her see it, and I know just the ways to do that. She thinks it’s going to be all about sex, that I’m going to let her get away with using me while still keeping me at a distance.

  She’s got another think coming.

  “We go through a list of stuff I won’t do,” she finally says.

  “Naturally,” I concede.

  “Safe word?” she questions.

  “The only safe word I need is No. The minute you say that, you’re free. I’m not a fan of gags or anything of that nature. That means there’s no confusion for me, and it means you have to really weigh if you’re uncomfortable in a bad way or if you’re simply nervous about the unknown. It will be a choice.”

  “Should’ve known this was your thing,” she murmurs, wariness on her face. “You radiate control freak as soon as you walk into a room.”

  “Do we have a deal?” I search her face for any sign of disgust or real disinterest.

  “Deal.” She consents with a brisk nod and I let a grin spread over my lips.

  “Good. Because my first twenty-four hours start now.”

  11

  Naja

  I’m in Elias’s home for the second time, and maybe I’ll leave him in the same shape he started in this time.

  If he doesn’t piss me off.

  It’s a lot easier to tell myself that I’m only doing this because he agreed that after the four days, we would stop seeing each other. By default, that means that it has to be timed to finish after our mission. I don’t know if that’s a good thing, or if spreading it out is just going to make things worse.

  Elias is…maddening. That’s the best word I can use to describe him. He’s too confident, he’s too damn calm, he’s…too good-looking.

  If this submission thing means that I stop waking up with my hand between my legs, caught up in phantom memories, then I can take one for the team. A few sex games, probably some spanking and some stroking of his ego, and we can go our separate ways.

  Easy.

  I don’t want anything else from him but sex. I’m not in the market for more, for stupid feelings or falling for him. This isn’t a love story.

  I had my love, and I lost him. I held him in my arms and watched him slip away, told him I loved him for the last time. I don’t have any desire to go through that again.

  I refuse.

  Elias Samir will take what I can give him, and not a damn thing more.

  I look up when he appears in the doorway to his living room, leaning against the frame. He spears me with those warm eyes that always seem to have a certain sparkle to them. It’s pure confidence. I saw it the first time I met him in person at my parents’ house, and I’ve seen it every time since.

  Nothing seems to shake it from him. It’s more attractive than I’m willing to admit.

  “Come here,” he says, voice smooth and deep. There’s that ever-present tilt to his lips that makes it look like he’s always smirking, like nothing bothers him.

  I did agree to keep an open mind, so I walk to him without letting my natural response of fuck off slip off my lips. We already talked about both being clean, and I have an IUD. We talked about my hard boundaries, but we mainly agreed that No would be used the same way there. If something comes up that’s not acceptable, a No will be all it takes.

  When I near him, he takes my hand and guides me to his bedroom and then to his bathroom. There are candles lit and steam rises from the soapy water in the deep tub. He closes the door, and without saying anything, puts his hands at the hem of my top, pulling it up and over my head and dropping it to the ground. He rids me of my clothes and underwear, and then does the same with himself. I glance at our reflection in the mirror and see the candle flames flickering shadows and light over our bodies, adding a glow to my brown skin and his breathtaking muscles.

  I start to come alive, loosening and softening in my growing desire, feeling like the flames are licking softly at my skin instead of their glass walls.

  But it’s just Elias’s touch. He pulls me back against his hard frame, cupping my breasts in his warm hands and pressing his growing erection against my spine.

  “What is this?” My voice comes out husky. There’s a mood being spun, and I almost don’t want to break it; I don’t want to shatter the moment. In this space, in this atmosphere, candles and dim lighting…I open myself to dropping my usual attitude.

  The man knows what he’s doing. This was obviously a setup.

  I’ll allow it.

  This time.

  “We’re going to relax and forget about anything outside this tub. Is that alright with you?” There’s a smile in his voice as his hands slip over my skin and span my waist then my hips.

  “I guess so.” I take a deep breath and a shiver rolls through me because he
zeros in on my weakness and runs his tongue over the shell of my ear. I don’t know why the hell it feels so good, but it sends lightning bolts straight to my clit.

  “Good.” His voice is just…ugh. It’s velvet and honeysuckle, and there’s a natural note of demand in it that raises my hackles as much as it makes me want to curl into his touch.

  I feel bereft when his warmth leaves me and he moves around to step inside the tub. Holding out a hand with a devilish look in his brown eyes, he helps me in and then sits, pulling me down to sit between his legs and lean back against him. The water ripples around our bodies and caresses my skin with heat, relaxing me even further.

  Elias gathers my hair up into a high bun, twisting it around itself and kissing the back of my newly exposed neck. With our legs tangled together and his arms wrapped under my breasts, we sit like that for long moments. I feel drugged by his closeness and the muggy warmth of the bathroom. My eyes are closed and my head is resting against his upper chest when he starts speaking with his lips to my ear.

  “I don’t mind us butting heads. But when we’re together like this, I want your softness. I want your trust that I’ll never hurt you or act maliciously while you’re in my care.”

  “You keep saying in your care,” I murmur, keeping my eyes closed. “What exactly does that mean?”

  “It’s like this.” He strokes my skin in the water. “I like pushing boundaries and seeing how far you’ll go to please me, but I like this too. Sometimes I might just hold you. When you give yourself to me, it’s as much about your needs as it is mine.”

  “And I needed a bath?” My lips curve.

  “You needed a space to drop that badass exterior you’ve got going on. It’s hot and I respect your strength and your abilities, but I bet it gets exhausting.” He starts to stroke his fingers over my neck, behind my ears, the edges of my hair.

  “It is what it is.”

  “You don’t have to put up walls with me. You can challenge me all you want in the field, but you can be vulnerable in my arms,” he says softly, and I feel my eyes prick. I swallow hard, fingers clenching on my thighs. This isn’t the direction this conversation should be going.

  “Are we going to have sex tonight?”

  He pauses in his gentle touches, but doesn’t push a conversation change.

  “Do you want to have sex tonight?”

  I turn my head up to him, pursing my lips to let him know what I think of that question, and he gives a deep laugh.

  “I might be able to make that happen.”

  “You’re free to turn on some porn or something if you need extra inspiration, or can’t get it up,” I say innocently.

  “We didn’t talk about punishments, did we?” he muses, like he doesn’t know.

  “I didn’t agree to those.”

  “That’s the point. They’re at my discretion, sweetheart,” he says darkly. “Stand up and face me.”

  Well shit.

  I’m just intrigued enough at what he could possibly do that I follow his command without protest. A little part of me might be…excited, too.

  I stand in front of him in the water, looking down at his handsome face in the dim lighting. The appreciative gleam in his eyes sends warmth through my veins.

  “This isn’t punishment. You’ll know when it is.”

  He stretches his arms against the sides of the tub, relaxed like a king in his castle. Silently, he scans his gaze over me from head to toe, slowly and arrogantly.

  “Cup your left breast, and cover your pussy with your hand,” he commands, eyes glittering with desire. I follow the edict, my skin slippery and wet.

  “Stroke yourself with your fingers while you play with your nipples, and spread yourself open so I can see.”

  I use my pointer finger and my pinkie to spread my labia, moving my two middle fingers over my hot flesh, rolling and pinching my nipple. I pull my lip between my teeth, pressing my hips into my own touch, watching his face.

  His jaw is tight and his fingers are gripping the tub, like he’s holding himself back from touching me.

  I like it. It stokes my lust even higher, watching the want on his face while he watches me. It’s intoxicating.

  “Dip your fingers into your pussy.” Low, raspy. I can hear and see his thinning control.

  I slide two fingers into my wetness, waiting for his next demand.

  “Let me taste.”

  Oh fuck.

  Unable to be completely compliant, I remove my fingers and move to straddling him, pressing my fingers to his lips. I moan when he takes my fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them clean. I slide them from his lips and sit in his lap, lightly caressing his chest with my fingertips.

  “You reach the end of your obedience rope?” He grips my ass and pulls me against his erection but keeps a tight hold that doesn’t allow me to move like I want to.

  “Fuck me,” I say.

  Lazy smile in place and eyes heavy-lidded, he doesn’t move and he doesn’t say anything immediately.

  “Kiss me,” he counters, arching a superior brow.

  We watch each other in challenge, neither of us giving in to the other. I rake my nails on his defined chest, circling his nipples.

  Leaning forward, I press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth and move back.

  “Now fuck me.”

  One hand sweeps up my back and slides onto the back of my neck. He pulls me to him firmly with his grip, his breath feathering across my lips. His words, the sure confidence behind them, makes my pussy ache even more.

  I think if it were anyone else, I’d maybe punch them in the face. And maybe I would’ve still done that before this all started. But in this moment…it feels like exactly what I need and want.

  “You don’t top me from the bottom, baby. You get what I give you, when I feel like giving it to you.” He slides his hand to the front of my neck, not squeezing, just…possessing. “We clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I say it to be flippant, but when approval lights in his eyes, I realize my error.

  “You said that when you left your parents’ house that night; do you remember?” he asks. “I told you if there was any bloodshed, you’d answer to me. You gave me that flippant answer and it was the first time I imagined you like this.”

  “You pointed a gun at me initially.”

  “Well, you did break in and shock everyone.”

  “It was a pretty grand entrance, wasn’t it?” He rubs a thumb over my lip, pressing down lightly. Taking my mouth in a slow, toe-curling kiss, my eyelids are fluttering and I’m writhing against his cock by the time he pulls away.

  Maddening. He’s maddening.

  “Please.” I didn’t want the word to tip off my lips, but I’m past my pride now. I want one thing, and that’s him.

  “You say please so nicely.” He releases his grip on me so that I can move freely, and I immediately lift up, clumsy in my hurry. “Steady, baby.”

  “You did this to me,” I accuse, breathless. We slip and slide together in the water, and the wide head of his cock stretches my entrance deliciously. It’s been too long since I felt this, too long since I’ve felt him. I sink down onto him with a long, drawn-out moan, the only thing running through my head being more, harder, now.

  Color high on his cheeks, he suddenly stands, and I wrap my arms and legs around him automatically, gasping. Stepping out and striding into the bedroom, he goes to that same chair that I sat in that night I confronted him about the senator.

  The jostling that comes with his movements makes me pant, and when he sits, I immediately brace myself on the cushion for leverage and lift off his dick. The friction feels so damn good, exactly what I’ve been dreaming of. Exactly how I remember it, maybe better.

  “Take what you need.” Water drips from our skin, droplets sliding in slow motion down his chest. Leaning forward, I lick at them, and his hips spasm.

  My hands on the back of the chair, I lift and lower my body onto his, impaling myself with his thi
ck cock, getting wetter with every torturous stroke.

  First, he lets me take the lead.

  Then, he takes control.

  Arms banded around me, not a single inch of space between us, he rolls his hips up into mine and I find his rhythm, grinding my body into his with my arms wrapped around his head, hands gripping his hair. Frenzied, breathing hard, lips close, eyes locked, we writhe and move together in a sensual, passionate dance, my vision blurry and my entire body aflame. His heat, his touch, his embrace, it’s all too much.

  “Give it to me, Naja,” he whispers. “Come apart for me.”

  He uses his hold on me to pull me up against him, giving him space to pull me back down on deep, hard strokes. I whimper against his lips. Being so near, but not kissing, almost feels more intimate. I’m hooked on this closeness.

  “Yes.” I bounce on his cock, delirious in my pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Yes, what?” he asks, a primal look on his face. His fingers dig into my skin, his dick fills me up, and I feel a little bit of my guard chip off in that one moment. Gone forever, exposing me just a little more.

  I feel him throbbing, growing, and I know there are only seconds left before he fills me up with his cum too. I meet his eyes as the words fall from my lips easily and my orgasm washes over me in smooth, devastating waves.

  There’s a small voice in my head that protests, rails, tells me that I’ve lost my mind. I ignore it in the face of the smoky desire heavy in the air.

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

  There’s no going back now.

  12

  Elias

  I have eleven hours left for day one of four, and I hope that nothing pressing comes up so I can make the most of them.

  I might have my guys talking to the Senator already, instructing them not to share that with Naja’s team yet.

  I’ll tell her some of what we’ve started to piece together later. For now, the rest of life is on do not disturb.

  Naja is still sleeping, and I don’t want to wake her up because there are shadows under her eyes that I didn’t notice before.