Page 76 of Lord of Debauchery

But I was attempting to convince myself she wasn’t guilty of crimes against humanity as well as my family. I had to remind myself more than once that she could be nothing more than a treacherous pawn in a game that could mean the end of civilization as we knew it.

The anger I felt at myself was real, the uncertainty of whether I could ever believe my instincts enough to follow them again weighing heavily on my mind. The terror in her eyes had been real, the questioning look something very few people could fake no matter how good of an actor they were.

However, I was no fool. The Russians were astute people, capable of doing anything when they set their minds to it.

“I don’t think I’d ever like to go there,” Kenya said absently. “I know some areas might be considered beautiful but with their violent history and the uncertainty of their future, I’d be afraid I’d become nothing more than a statistic.”

“You could be right. Good friends of mine told me from firsthand experience they eat their young for breakfast.”

She shot her head back in my direction, her innocent eyes opening wide. Then she burst into laughter realizing I was kidding. Or was I?

“I know some are brutal individuals, but I highly doubt that.” She finally took another sip of her wine. “It’s so beautiful outside.”

“Then I suggest we go out there. You’ll need your jacket.”

“Mmm… You won’t keep me warm?”

I smirked as I stood, walking slowly toward her side of the table. She remained seated and as I peered down, she seemed to be holding her breath, gazing up at me with lust in her eyes.

Of course, my body responded to her equally strongly, my cock already twitching from being close to her. I poured the rest of my wine into her glass, carefully placing the empty goblet on the table before leaning down. I slipped the index finger of my right hand under her chin, lifting her head. When our lips were almost touching, I allowed her to hear a slight husky growl. She should be reminded I was nothing but a beast even if she often thought otherwise.

“Yes, baby. I will keep you very warm.” I kept my mouth hovered over hers as her breathing remained irregular. I sensed she was licking her bottom lip, this time out of nervousness. Even the way her hand gripped the arm of the chair, her knuckles white indicated her continued uneasiness. “Explosive in fact.” I hovered over her luscious lips for a few seconds, heightening the anticipation of what I might do.

She issued a harsh moan a split second before I captured her mouth, holding our lips together for a little while until she was the one who pressed the tip of her tongue against them. She also palmed my chest with her other hand, her actions partially pushing me off while her fingers were slightly curled around my shirt as if she wanted to pull me closer.

The push and pull of who and what we were.

I allowed her to drive her tongue inside but that was the only control she’d get during the entire evening. Yet I was determined she keep in mind at all times who was boss. I slipped my hand under her hair, gripping the back of her neck with my left hand. As I squeezed, her body tensed a little bit more, but there was already so much heat between us that we were both crackling with excitement.

A part of my rational mind, whatever was left, had whispered to be very careful falling for her feminine wiles, but the beast inside of me said take her as many times as I wanted, covering her with my cum while doing so. Yeah, I’d do both. I was an insufferable bastard according to her. Right? Selfish too. Plus, she did belong to me. I deserved a taste or five.

The kiss was just another passionate roar of luscious need and crackling fire that threatened to consume both of us. We were inexplicably drawn to each other, even if she’d been trained to play a vicious game. It was all I could do to keep from raking everything off the table onto the floor, not caring if the expensive china and crystal was smashed into a thousand shards. That’s how hard my cock was.

I squeezed my fingers into her skin, suddenly feeling her hand wrapping around my wrist. She wasn’t exactly trying to pull free but merely holding my arm still. The woman did have some clear resolve, which I found admirable as well as delectable. Even though I’d clearly threatened her, she was strong in the face of adversity.

When I broke the moment of intimacy, she issued a whispered sound.

“Come on. Let’s not waste another moment of the sunset.” I moved to the bar, tossing scotch into a glass while I heard rustling sounds behind me. When I turned around, I realized she was now barefoot, her eyes sparkling while her face remained pensive.

I held out my hand for her to grasp and she did, but not without reservation. The more hesitant she was, the more fearful I became that my father was right.

His statement still lingered in my mind, which I found one of the most fascinating aspects of the evening. I led her onto the deck, holding her hand tightly as I headed closer to the hot tub, which was coincidentally far removed from the prying eyes of the two men remaining on the bridge. We were far removed from the wharf, no buildings visible at this point. Just the wide-open ocean as darkness approached.

She was shivering as I led her to the area, the warm lighting automatically operating at night providing little more than an eerie backdrop. Or maybe it was just the morbid side of me coming out. Some might think the orange glow romantic.

Not this man.

I let her go, immediately heading for the railing as I’d done before. I was very comfortable with leaning over, enjoying a few breathless moments of watching as the bright colors of the sky in various shades of tangerine and fuchsia, hints of violet and cobalt blue faded quickly into twilight. The full moon was already high in the sky. Soon stars would be out, adding a natural and dazzling effect to the moment.

She shifted beside me but with a quick glance, I could tell she was anything but comfortable, her one hand gripping the railing firm.

I allowed her to wonder about what I was thinking for a few seconds as I sipped my drink before moving directly behind her. I removed the drink from her hand, taking both to one of several tables. When I returned, she had her other hand firmly planted on the railing, staring out at the ocean. Maybe looking for answers.

As I placed both hands on hers, forcing our fingers to intertwine, she sucked in her breath. I nuzzled against her ear for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. But I had a job to do and I would learn the truth one way or the other. “Who are you, Kenya Markham? Who are you really?”

She laughed nervously. “Is that an existential question or perhaps your method of foreplay?”

“You should know by now I rarely engage in foreplay.”

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