Catching Fire (The Fire Duet Book 2)

by Billie Lustig

  She hums in pleasure, visibly relaxing more with every stroke I make over her sensitive nub.

  I pull her neck back in a domineering way, pressing my cheek against hers as she presses her palms against the hard surface.

  “You don’t have a choice. You are mine.” I rub the bulge in my jeans against her ass, showing her exactly what she does to me. I let go of her so I can bend down and push her jeans down, giving me better access to her entrance. I grab the denim of my own pants and drop them as quickly as possible before I do the same to my boxers.

  “Kane,” she pleads while she pushes her peachy ass towards me.

  I suck in a growling breath as I connect the palm of my hand with her soft ass cheek. She lets out a shriek before I do it again, loving the way the area reddens in the shape of my hand.

  I press my body to hers again, trapping her against the door. My hand moves back up to fist her hair while I pull her head against my chest, gripping without mercy.

  I want to hurt her and make her come at the same time, eliciting a level of sensation only I can give her. I want to show her how being with me will be as painful as it will be blissful, but worth it every step of the way.

  She starts panting, her eyes closed as she surrenders to my touch.

  I grab my dick, lining it up with the front of her entrance before I roughly push it inside. I give her no time to adjust to my cock, penetrating her in a dominant way that makes her wince. For a second I hold my breath, waiting until that same longing look appears on her face before I start thrusting inside her. My hand keeps holding her hair, giving me the handhold I need to claim her with every thrust I make.

  “You’re mine. No one will ever change that,” I grind out, pushing her harder into the wooden surface with every pump. A grunting sound leaves her lips every time I drive my cock inside her, completely losing myself in the sensation of her tight pussy enclosing around me.

  “Staking a claim, Kane?” she huffs as she darts her tongue out to lick her lips. My mouth moves to the area under her ear where I sink my teeth into the soft skin, this time biting hard enough to draw one drop of blood. When she feels me tear her flesh, she lets out a soft screech, which turns me on even more. I lick the blood off her skin before pressing a gentle kiss to the damaged skin.

  “There, claimed,” I whisper against her cheek while I roughly continue to thrust inside her.

  “You sick bastard. I was already yours,” she admits in a breathy voice.

  “I know that. You know that. But now everyone you’ll ever meet will know too.”

  Without waiting for any response, I let go of her hair and enfold her clit with two fingers, rubbing the sensitive skin in a torturous way. I can feel her surrendering in my hands as she lets her head fall forward against the door.

  “Oh, God,” she moans, slamming her hand against the cold wood.

  “You like that, baby?”

  She hums in agreement, which I take as my cue to torture her a little more. I pinch her clit, and she squeals in pleasure before I start rubbing it again.

  “More.” Her begging tone almost has me shooting my load prematurely, but I take a deep breath to postpone my release.

  I bring up my hand, licking my thumb, wanting to taste her on my tongue before I suck up her addictive saltiness, savoring the fact that this will forever be an exclusive for my taste buds only. My tongue swirls around my thumb, making it a little more wet before I move it back down to her sweet bundle of nerves. She has completely surrendered to my touch, and even though I love her being sassy and defiant, a sense of pride rises in my chest seeing her submission. Since the first day I met her, when I decided I wanted her in every way possible, she has been fighting me on everything. She has always had a big mouth, a snarky remark for every situation, and even when I was the one who made her come like no one ever had before, she wanted to be in control of every situation. I now know why that is. Why she never wants to give up control over her body, even for pleasure. The fact that she is plastered against the door, totally succumbing to me, makes me realize how deep of a claim I really have made. My teeth may have marked her skin, but I’ve reached the core of her soul.

  And it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  I continue twirling her throbbing clit until I hear her breath speed up, knowing she is chasing the waves of ecstasy inside her. A burning heat ripples under my own skin when I feel her tense in my hands and she starts to moan in a desperate way.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaims, my fingers never stopping the motions inside her folds. I maintain a steady pace, plunging inside her with my cock, knowing this is so much more than just two people connecting physically. It feels as if our souls are merging into one, and neither of us has any say about it. It’s in this moment, this moment of carnal lust, lingering love, and pure passion that I realize that my brother was right. He was right, but I had refused to see it until now.

  I’m marrying this girl, whether she likes it or not.

  She starts to scream as her passion escalates along with mine. Finally, I feel her tighten around my pulsing cock as she finds her release, shivering against me.

  “Oh, fuck,” she grunts, knocking her head against the hard surface in front of her. I pick up the pace, climbing to chase my own peak, but it isn’t until she reaches up her hand, grabbing my dark blond hair and pulling it in that same bossy way as always, that I feel a burst of sensation exploding inside me as I unload inside her.

  I growl at the incredible feeling as I finally let my head fall down on her shoulder in exhaustion.

  She turns and presses a soft kiss on the side of my sweaty forehead.

  “Now that we’ve established that you have claimed me,” she pants, still out of breath, “can we finally go to bed?”

  I let out a chuckle, then raise my head to press a kiss to her hair.

  “Yes, baby. Let’s go to bed.”

  Twenty-Five

  Kane

  Present Day

  The next morning, I wake up with a satisfied feeling. My nose is buried in Callie’s strawberry blonde hair, hints of her flowery shampoo creating a sense of peace in my head that has never taken up residence inside of me before.

  I haven’t been living under a rock.

  I know the kind of things most people strive for in life.

  A never-ending love.

  A happy ending to their fairy tale.

  But I never thought it would happen to me. I was ready to shoot an arrow through Cupid’s head if he planned on coming anywhere near me. Yet here I am, fucking addicted to a sassy firecracker that brings my dick to life and gives me headaches I seem to live for. I sound like a fucking pussy for thinking it, but yeah, that’s what she fucking did to me.

  She made me a fucking lovestruck, motherfucking pussy.

  I place a kiss in the crook of her neck while my hand starts kneading her breast, her back tucked against my chest.

  I know she’s awake when she presses her ass against my morning wood before she reaches up her arms to stretch out with a loud moan.

  “Morning, baby,” I whisper, my lips flush with her ear.

  “Hmm, what time is it?” she mumbles.

  “I wouldn’t know, you stole my watch,” I rumble against her neck.

  “You haven’t asked for it back.”

  “I know.”

  She spins in my arms to face me before she grabs my chin and plants a kiss on my lips like she’s been doing it her entire life. It’s strange to think about the fact that I’ve only known her for four months. And actually, I’ve only spent three weeks with her, although it feels like she has been here forever.

  When she pulls back, her eyes roam over my face before narrowing, a question clearly on the tip of her tongue.

  “Now that you’ve staked your claim, promise me one thing.” She cocks an eyebrow, silently daring me to give her anything other than what she wants.

  I glance at the teeth marks on her flawless skin with a pleased grin. They are et
ched into her skin, just like she etched her claws into my heart.

  Fuck, I really need to man up.

  “What is it?” My nose brushes against her as I hold her in a tight embrace.

  “If you want to kill every guy who so much as glances at me, I don’t care. But please trust me with Reign. He’s my friend. Nothing more. And I would really like it if you would be civil to him. You clearly had been before you found out about me and him.”

  I let out a growl in response. If it was up to me, he wouldn’t come near her ever again, but I know the pleading look on her face will be soon replaced with a scowl if I don’t agree.

  “Kane …”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “I can live with that, but don’t make me kick your ass when you push it.” She puts up her fists mockingly.

  “You’re so cute when you’re behaving like a big girl,” I coo, pressing a kiss to her nose. Before I can duck, she swats at my head. “Fucking hell, baby.” My hand moves up to rub the aching feeling her palm left on the side of my head while the corner of my mouth turns up in an amused grin.

  “Don’t make me grab my gun.” She throws her legs out of the bed to get up, leaving me alone on the king-size mattress. Placing my arms under my head, I stare at the glimpse I’m getting of her gorgeous ass while she struts away in just a camisole and her thong.

  “Where the fuck are you going?”

  Fuck, this feels like damn déjà vu.

  “To shower.”

  “I never gave you permission to leave the bed,” I call out while I lick my lips at the sight of her. She turns around, resting one hand on the brick wall that separates the bathroom from the bedroom, pressing her tongue against her cheek. Her hair is messy, making me want to grab it while I thrust inside her, and one glance at her bare face makes everything inside me burst with excitement.

  “I don’t ask for permission.”

  “Clearly.”

  “Are you going to punish me now?” she asks with a longing look.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think I need to be punished,” she says before she gives me a wink and disappears into the bathroom. I drag a hand across my smiling face when I hear the shower turn on, getting my ass out of bed so I can make my way to the firecracker occupying my bathroom.

  My fucking firecracker.

  Thirty minutes later, we walk down the stairs where we find Imogen, Liam, and Jeremy having breakfast. My brother is laughing at something, and I realize I haven’t seen him this relaxed since Cristina.

  It’s a nice sight.

  And a terrifying one.

  I share a look with Callie who shrugs, clueless as she takes a seat next to her cousin.

  “What’s so funny?” Callie leans against the back of the chair, reminding me of all our breakfasts on the yacht while her eyes move back and forth between Imogen and Liam.

  “Liam was just telling me how he once got drunk and ran into the snow naked.”

  “Oh, my God, Liam Carrillo has a fun side?” Callie feigns a shocked face, grabbing her heart before she grabs a croissant off the table and takes a bite.

  “The fun side was when he fell off a small cliff and he was too drunk to climb back out.”

  “Yeah, Jeremy had to rope him in, and we had to pull him out of there,” I chuckle.

  “And the fucker is heavy as fuck, so it was a hell getting him that rope in the first place,” Jeremy adds with a smile.

  “How come during the three weeks I was stuck with you on a yacht, I did not once see your fun side?” Callie questions while making air quotes beside her head.

  Liam doesn’t answer her right away, quietly sipping his coffee before pursing his lips.

  “I only let out my fun side for special girls.”

  She leans forward, holding his gaze as she rests her head in her hands. Her eyes are darting to her cousin before they land back on my brother with a knowing look.

  “Riiiiiiiight,” she taunts, dragging out the word with an evil grin on her face.

  “Good morning, lads,” Reign playfully greets in his best Irish accent as he walks into the room holding his laptop under his arm.

  To my annoyance, he sits down next to Callie before giving her a beaming smile.

  “Good morning, Angel.”

  “Morning,” she replies with a sparkle in her eyes.

  My blood starts to boil, and I hold my coffee in a tight grip, hating the familiarity between the two.

  “What the fuck? You call that devil’s spawn Angel?” Liam blurts with an incredulous look on his face, and I do my best to suppress a smile.

  “She has the face of an angel,” Reign explains while opening his laptop.

  “Looks can be deceiving.” Liam takes another sip of his coffee.

  “Clearly,” I mumble, irritated as I glance at Reign.

  I know I’m being an asshole, but having Prince Charming sitting next to my woman right in front of me, talking about her like he knows her better than I do, pisses me the fuck off.

  And no, I don’t care that technically that is the case.

  My gaze flicks to Callie, who is giving both Liam and me vicious looks.

  “Which one of you wants to be smacked first?”

  I hold her gaze, yet I notice Reign glancing at her neck from the corner of my eye.

  A happy smile stretches my face, and I’m not even going to fucking hide it.

  “Are those …” Reign’s eyes widen in a baffled look before he snaps his head towards me. “Well done, Carrillo. Well done.”

  He nods his head in appreciation, instantly causing my annoyance to decrease, pleased with the acknowledgment.

  “Are these what?” Imogen moves her head back and forth between us, like she’s watching a tennis match, oblivious as fuck.

  “Nothing.” Callie rolls her eyes at the ceiling before she leans back in her chair.

  Her stale gaze is directed at me, waking up my dick even though I just fucked her in the shower. My mouth curls up in a proud smile, happy with the fact my mark served its purpose.

  Does that make me a caveman? Probably.

  Do I give a flying fuck? Take a damn guess.

  Callie shakes her head at me before she opens her mouth.

  “Now that you’ve shown the size of your dick to everyone,” she scoffs, “can we put Reign’s skills to use and find out everything there is about my fucked up family? Or my pretend family? Or … well, whatever.”

  “What? Who showed his dick to who?” Imogen exclaims with sparkling eyes, clearly not keeping up with the conversation.

  “Shut up, Gen,” Callie and Reign say simultaneously, making her glare at both of them while Jeremy and Liam let out soft snickers.

  Reign turns his head to me, raising his eyebrows as if he’s waiting for my cue.

  “Work your magic, Wolfe.”

  Twenty-Six

  Callie

  Present Day

  Reign is tapping on his computer like a madman, just like he did hundreds of times when we still lived together. He’s been at it for a while, and I expect some nasty shit to pop up any second now, bringing my mind right back to the pictures of that congressman and the unconscious girl plastered all over again. I get up from my seat, getting more anxious by the second, having no clue what he will find or how many more skeletons will be falling out of that damn closet that I call my life.

  After a few minutes, Kane moves behind me, pressing his chest against my back while his arms wrap around my waist, literally having my back. It’s a form of affection he hasn’t shown me until now because we always seem to be butting heads, just because we can.

  Or having sex.

  But well, I’m not really an exhibitionist.

  I lean back, silently telling him I love his touch before he kisses the top of my head. Even though he stole my heart with his kill-all-mentality, I like getting to know this side of him. I like how he has this soft side that is reserved for just me.

  “Well, shit.” Rei
gn huffs. “Where’s your butler? She’s going to need a drink.” My brows crinkle in confusion as he glances over my head at Kane.

  “What, why? What did you find?” I feel all the muscles in my back tense while leaning forward to check the screen, which just results in Kane holding me even tighter. My nerves are reaching a high, not knowing what kind of bomb Reign is about to drop on me, hoping and praying there will be at least some family left to give me answers.

  “Bring those drinks, anyone,” Reign bellows to the living room to no one in particular.

  “Reign, it’s noon,” Kane deadpans behind me.

  “I’m sorry?” Liam looks around him with a bewildered look. “Did someone see my brother?”

  When Kane doesn’t reply, Liam scowls and says, “Sorry, you can keep pretending you’re not a day drinker, but I’m having a drink. Julian, can you grab us a bottle of bourbon?” he yells into the living room.

  “Yeah, I’m with your brother. I want a fucking drink,” I agree.

  Kane dips his head and sighs in my hair before laying a kiss on my cheek.

  “Fine.”

  “Great,” I mumble sarcastically when Julian comes in with a tray of glasses and a bottle of bourbon. He places the tray on the wooden table before Liam reaches out, pouring two fingers into each of the six glasses.

  “Thanks,” I say when he hands me one.

  I throw it back all at once, then slam it back on the table. The brown liquid warms me from the inside and seems to take the sharp edge off the rock of tension piled in my gut.

  Liam gives me a look of approval before pouring another glass.

  I grab it with the tips of my fingers on the rim before I snap my head to Reign.

  “Spill it.”

  He inhales deeply, grabs his glass from the table, takes a sip, then shoves his laptop at Jeremy to show him what he found out.