Page 12 of His Dark Hunger

“It’s hard to say.” Kyle smiled. “Whenever I next require your expertise, but please don’t let me keep you.” He gestured to the clock ticking above the roaring fireplace of his study. It was almost ten o’clock. “You should get back to your family.”

Chapter Five

Reverence

Amy

Amy couldn’t recall passion like it. The way Kyle’s large palms squeezed her ass and his mouth claimed hers as he kicked the door closed behind them was insatiable. Not even the desire they’d already shared came close to the need contracting inside her as she breathlessly ceded to the hunger. Backside grazing the edge of his desk, she glanced into his searing blue eyes and was entirely captivated.

“Get out of those clothes.”

He growled the order, tearing at the tie around his neck while she hurried to obey. Discarding the garments to the ground, she’d never been happier to be rid of clothes before. There was no shame in being naked around him anymore, only the irrefutable demand to have him against her, on her, inside her—everywhere.

“On the desk.”

He pointed to the structure as though she wouldn’t know where he meant, and by the time she glanced up from the puddle of her clothes, he was naked from the hips up, his eager cock already released and strutting from its confines.

She climbed onto the desk awkwardly, her heart racing as she turned to him. “Sir?”

“On your back,” he ordered, fisting his cock. “I want to see you while I fuck you.”

Shuffling a pile of paperwork to the far corner, she lowered against the cold wooden surface. There was such a paradox to the moment, the chill of the desk against her skin juxtaposed against the temperature rising in her core. The heat blooming there was stifling, burning her up from the inside and ensuring she’d do anything he wanted—not because she wanted his money or approval, although she knew she needed both, but because she craved him.

“Like this, sir?”

“You look magnificent.” His gaze speared her eagerly. “I can’t wait to have you again.”

“Yes, sir.”

She agreed completely, all thoughts about whether his desire was based on their ballooning lust for each other or the ever-increasing debt she owed him lost to the corners of her mind. She yearned for him, and by some fucking miracle, a man as gorgeous as Kyle desired her, too. There was a buoyancy in her thoughts as that realization settled.

He was fucking desperate for her; his enormous erection told her that much.

Whatever happened after that, whether she stayed there and dusted for him in a kinky outfit or they went their separate ways, she sensed she would never be the same. Kyle had given her back her self-esteem.

“Tell me you want it.” He yanked her along the desk and grasped each of her thighs.

She went with a yelp, her arms splaying naturally over her head as she surrendered. Gazing up at him, she knew that’s precisely what she was doing. She’d never known a man treat her so roughly before, but she’d also never experienced such desire. Her body was ignited by the pendulum of his hard, callous treatment and his near-tender caresses. Kyle kept her constantly guessing. One moment, he was commanding and almost cruel, while the next, the warmth of his touch fooled her into thinking he harbored feelings for her.

“I want you.” There wasn’t a flicker of doubt in her as she spoke her truth. For some reason, she fucking loved the capitulation. The way he turned her on was sensational.

“You want me to do what?” Stretching her right leg up and over his shoulder, he kissed the inside of her calf.

“Fuck me, please.”

Christ, why was he torturing her? He must know she was as frantic to fuck him as he was her. Why else would she have been splayed naked on his desk? Yet again, she pushed away the niggling little voice in her head that presented the alternative answer.

Because I owe him big time.

“Fuck you where?” He tugged her left thigh, trailing a hot line of caresses along her calf as he snarled. “Tell. Me.”

Fuck.

Graham had never made her beg for what she wanted. No man had, but stretched out on Kyle’s furniture, that’s what it felt like—he was demanding she plead for the thing they both wanted.

“Pleasefuck my pussy, sir.”

Whatever shame she might still have had hidden about the admission was cast away as the words left her lips. Amy was not the same woman he’d met at the grocery store. Sure, she still had issues, and it would take time to overcome them, but Kyle had changed her.

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