Page 57 of Mine to Ruin

“Oh you do, it’s just different.”

“Everything I did and do serves a purpose... afterwards...”

At his words, something unpleasant strikes my chest. “So, do we have a deadline?” I ask and bite my lower lip, and his grip tightens on me.

“Angel, neither one of us is ready for my answer.”

Hunger spreads in his eyes and I blush when I realize we’re alone.

“You shouldn’t have sent them away. I feel bad.”

“Don’t be. It was that or killing anyone who saw you naked,” he says voice breaking with undiluted lust.

He sucks on my earlobe and nibbles on my neck and I clench his shoulders with both hands.

“Kian…” I squeal when he lifts me up, his big hands on my ass. I lock my hands around his neck as he strides towards a door on the opposite wall.

“Where are we going?”

“Shower.” He grunts, carrying me down a hallway. “Adrenaline is pumping through me and you’re going to help me come down.”

“How?” I say, playing coy.

“Exactly what you’re thinking.”

I bury my face in his neck to muffle my laughter. “Hmm, maybe we have different ideas.”

He nibbles along my jawline until he reaches my ear. “I am going to fuck you,” he says, and I shudder in anticipation.

He puts me down and slams his lips on me. Still kissing, we stumble in the shower and he turns on the hot water before taking my clothes off. Water sprays down on us as he sits on the built-in seat and drags me down on his cock. We moan together as our bodies connect. Feeling him inside me, just skin on skin, is indescribably good. As if he needed to feel me bare first then he slips out of me and rummages through his clothes.

He returns with a condom, I take it from him and slide it down his length. He lifts me with his hands on my ass, backs me into the stall and says on a groan, “Put me inside of you. Put me where I belong. Put me where I crave to be.”

His words inflame me from within as I guide him inside me and, in one thrust, he fills me to the hilt. With my hands around his neck, I dig my teeth in his shoulder and he keeps a delirious pace, faster then slow. My vision blurs, and I come, crying out his name.

After we shower and change, we leave the training arena, hand in hand. My grin stares back at me from every polished surface. Happiness bounces up and down in my belly as if my stomach is a trampoline. Outside the windows, the orange glow announces a spectacular sunset.

“Let me take you out.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” I ask, and his forehead creases.

“No, because I am sure I can do better. I suck at this. Doesn’t dating come before fucking?”

“It does,” I say, and I wonder what he’s thinking.

“I will do better,” he says, making my heart his biggest cheerleader. He holds my hand, and we go to the parking garage. Kian swipes a card on a door and cars of different sizes, brands, and colors line up. This is his private car park.

He opens the door to a silver sports car for me and asks, “Anything you want in particular?”

“A mountain of food.”

He laughs. “I know just the place.”

He closes the door, but opens it again to kiss me, and I turn to mush.

I almost cry when we get inside the steak restaurant because I never knew this place existed. The portions are so big, and my mouth waters. I am in food paradise.

He chuckles, and I look at him, a question in my eyes.

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