Page 14 of Love Thief

I shake my head slowly from side to side, never taking my eyes from hers. “No baby, I want you as dirty as I am.”

I smile into her mouth as I kiss her, pick her up, and wrap her legs around my waist. Then carry her out of the kitchen and into the room I dumped my stuff in last night, before I headed out to kill her.

Chapter

Six

EVIE

We drive up to the Cottage and pull around back, and as we exit the car, we hear screaming coming from the house. I look across at Nikki and raise my brows and hands. “Nothing to do with me,” I say. “Innocent today, so far.”

Nikki pushes open the door and I follow tentatively, in case I’m going to get blamed for something. I can hear Nikki telling them I sent rolls, and I walk in to find Kell sat at the island with Xander standing next to him.

I then take in the women, lots of them, all pecking at him with cotton wool balls. I push down my anger and smirk at him. He’s a total wreck, and I love it. He’s filthy—still—and marked to high heaven. I clearly got some serious blows in, and lots of bite marks.

I’m totally thinking about everything I did, and still want to do to him, as I move around the island towards him. He looks like I’m a grenade about to go off.

I greet Xan first, kissing his cheek. He’s watching me as always in case I kick off, start smashing the kitchen to smithereens.

Completely ignoring the gaggle of simpering groupies gathered around him, I spin Kellen towards me. I can’t help the pull between us and I rub my face onto him. I can smell him, and it turns me on knowing he hasn’t washed me off yet.

He holds my throat and my breathing hitches up, I know he knows what I’m doing. So I run my nail over his chest and nipple.

He shivers and his mouth parts, and I can see goose bumps on his body. The electricity between us is off the scale. I can taste it in the air. He kisses me, moving his hand over my breasts and all the way down my body. Grasping my arse, he picks me up and takes me to his room.

Dropping me onto the bed in one of the larger guest rooms, he lifts my dress over my head and pulls my bikini bottoms off, leaving me in my boots and goggles and nothing else. When he pushes his jeans off, I can see all the marks and dirt. I kneel on the edge of the bed and take him in my hand.

He raises his eyebrows, shaking his head. “Tut, tut, tut. Still not getting this in charge thing.” He turns me around and spanks me.

I smile at him. “Never getting that.”

“I see lots of spanking in your future,” he laughs.

“Who are you, mystic Greg?” I start to giggle and collapse on the bed in full laughter. He stands, watching me as I throw my arms above my head and grin at him.

Eyes burning into mine, his face the essence of desire—carnal, sensuous—he crawls onto the bed. His lips part as he licks his way up my body, nuzzling and rubbing his skin on me, licking across my collarbones and continuing up the column of my neck and along my jawline, biting gently as he goes.

Pushing his legs inside mine to open me up further, he plunges inside me with a groan. “Mmm, you smell divine. And so fucking ready for me.” He drops his head back as he thrusts forward. I clench down on him as I want all of him and he moans loudly. Holding my hands above my head, he continues his long slow thrusting in and out, pulling nearly all the way before driving back in again.

“Maybe I’ll make you learn you’re not in charge by not letting you come.” His voice rumbles against my neck, the pulse shooting straight to my core as he pulls all the way out.

I cry out and kiss him, lick him, his lips, his cheeks, his eyes and ears, begging over and over, “Please let me come, please Kell, please fuck me Kell, I need you.”

He rubs my clit and chuckles. “You’re a very naughty kitten.”

I laugh at that. “Punish me, then,” I say, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

“FUUUUCCCKKK.” Turning me over, I’m so ready for him that he slips in from behind, laid flat on top of me for the barest of moments before he pulls me up with him and smacks my arse as he thrusts forward.

He’s railing into me when there’s a massive bang on the door. I scream out, and Kellen turns his head towards the door as it opens, shouting, “Fuck off or die.”

“Police are here, Kell. And besides, I’ve seen you two fucking loads, so no biggie,” Xander states as a matter of fact before he laughs and walks out the door.

I turn to look at Kell as he pulls out of me. I go from an almost emotional high to a total low. What is wrong with people? My frustration with these women is off the charts. And Kell’s face is a mask of fury.

“What the hell is he talking about? And the police? Really?”

“Get dressed. I’ll sort this shit and this lot are gone. Gabe can start jerking off on his own again.”

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