Page 38 of Seduce & Destroy

As I went to unpeel myself from her, she flipped our fingers and arms in a sudden motion so that her finger and arms were on top of mine, in command and in control. It was unnerving, undoubtedly a power play but man, was it sexy with Kenna in charge.

“Countdown,” she whispered in my ear.

I trusted her implicitly. The numbers came out rushed, and before I even said ‘one,’ she pulled the trigger.

Bullseye.

I need a cold shower.

Kenna chuckled while letting me go. I’m confused for a second until I realised that I had said that aloud!

I cleared my throat. When I took five steps away from her, I could finally breathe normally again. “That was the last round, guys. Well done.” Walking the line behind the cadets, I perused the scattered bullet holes in the target. I nodded to myself, oddly proud. For someone who hated guns, that wasn’t such a bad outcome. “Please, place your handguns on the table in front of me when you leave. Barrel facing away from me, thank you.”

I could feel her body behind me after the final cadet had left.

“I love it when you blush,” she admitted under her breath.

“I like you in charge,” I returned.

“Can be arranged.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Tonight?”

“Uh-uh.” Without another word, I grabbed her hand and dragged her across the hallway to my office. The few people that were still around were packing up to grab dinner from the mess, eyes toward their desks instead of watching my fingers tangled with Kenna’s, or both our chest rising heavily.

The air became thick once the door shut, and my movements slowed as a result. Kenna’s didn’t though. She was quick to spin me so that I had my back to the door we had just entered through, and she leaned her weight into me, nipping at my ear.

“You want dominance, princess?” She whispered in a sultry voice.

All the emulated confidence dissipated as words got stuck in my throat. I could only gulp and nod in response.

She cocked her head to the side, “What do you say?”

“Please,” I breathed out almost into a moan and I looked down, embarrassed at my squirming.

At once, she gripped my chin between her finger and her thumb, sharply turning my head in line with hers. We were so close. I could feel the steady beat of her chest, her breathing calm, unlike mine.

She held my face until I lifted my eyes to hers. I held the contact for a long moment, but I was truly desperate. Being touch starved for so long, and finally coming in arms reach of it had me in a frenzy. The chemistry in my brain may be scattered but my thoughts were simple, fuck me.

The second she saw it in my eyes, she pounced. Her hands found my hips as her mouth attacked mine. It was headless, but in a way majestic as she lifted me up to circle my legs around her hips.

She had power. I loved it.

I pushed at her jacket to get it off, but her arms were tightly wound around my waist, keeping me safely airborne that the frenzied effort was fruitless. Still, I touched every inch of exposed skin I could under her jacket. God, her skin was soft. The armoured smell of gunpowder clung to her, and raised the temperature in this small, confined space to a hundred degrees.

Our kiss had morphed into a wet interwoven pattern of our tongues clashing. It was like we both were satisfied at the proximity that we were quickly gaining. It had to be closer faster.

That was until Kenna threw me down onto my office chair, effectively knocking all my breath out of me, but as quickly as my back hit the chair, she was on top of me. Her tongue in my mouth. I was panting hard, trading oxygen for more of her.

In this position, I managed to push her jacket off her and with it, the straps of the black camisole she was wearing underneath. I pulled back to catch my breath and got full sight of her, dishevelled and so fucking hot. She was wearing a red, lacy bra. It was almost see-through as her breasts hung in my face, and I moaned at the sight. She hadn’t barely touched me yet!

This moment of reprieve had me recalibrating my state of undress too. My jacket was long gone by the door, the top two buttons on my jeans were undone, and I wasn’t wearing underwear.

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