Page 41 of His Dark Hunger

“Sir.” In the end, she felt bound to say something, anything to break the spell he seemed to have cast over her. “Please, you’re starting to frighten me.”

His quiet determination was unnerving, especially when she was being propelled along with him. Why didn’t he just tell her what was on his mind—especially after the revelationdownstairs? Kyle had never seemed to have a problem being direct before, so what had brought about his sudden reticence?

“Little girl.” His voice was a sigh as he stopped abruptly, bringing her to an equally hasty halt, although, inevitably, she appeared to manage it with considerably less grace than Kyle. “Look at me.”

He needn’t have bothered with that order. Her gaze was on his face even as he spoke, the thunder in his eyes convincing her he was angry at her confession, though she couldn’t work out why. She’d only asked a question, hadn’t she? It wasn’t her fault he’d thrown her for a loop with the unexpected end to the evening.

“I just,”—her free hand squeezed his in an imploring gesture—“don’t know what you want from me.”

His dark eyebrow arched, his lips parting. “Does the fact I want to take you to my bed frighten you, Amy?”

Wait, what?

She glanced at the large double doors at the end of the hall. His bed?

Oh my God.

“I didn’t know this was your bedroom, sir.”

“No.” He sounded annoyingly smug as he brushed against her and gently pinned her to the wall. “You didn’t because you’ve never been there. No one goes there except me, little girl.”

“No one?” She wasn’t even sure if she’d said that out loud until his tempting lips repeated them.

“No one.” His smile was taunting. “Until you.”

Fuck.

“Oh…”

Gazing up at him, she couldn’t decide if she was embarrassed or ecstatic.

“So?” Grabbing her other hand, he stretched her arms above her head until she was spread-eagled against the wall. “Any complaints you’d like to register before we proceed?”

Pinioned by the strength of his hard body, she breathed in the scent of him and ground her hips against his erection. She wished he would just kiss her. She wanted to feel his authority, needed him over her, in her, to be his again. She smiled, already knowing how amazing those things would be when he chose to bestow them.

“No complaints, sir.”

Chapter Fifteen

Filling the Void

Kyle

She was fucking adorable. The way she writhed against him, her huge blue eyes pleading for the things she couldn’t ask for—it was more than Kyle had ever believed was possible.

Once upon a time, he’d seen a photograph on a wall. A shot of one sunny day when ‘the happy couple’ had assumed they’d live out their happily ever after for the rest of time, and his mind had started to whir. Who was the beautiful woman in the picture, and what was she like? Was she smart, funny, or impressionable? Did she really love the man standing beside her in that frame? There was no way to tell in the tiny Kendal hallway.

It had taken years—Graham’s death, her eviction, and a host of other unfortunate events—for him to discover the answers to those questions, but breathing her in, he struggled to imagine a world without the enticing brunette.

As it turned out, Amy was all the things he’d imagined from the photograph and more. She’d come to Brock Hall because she needed him in a perceptible way, but releasing her from the wall, he knew that wasn’t the reason she stayed. She still needed his financial support. Jonah’s actions had ensured that was inevitable, but the way she looked at him and the things she was prepared to do to please him—those were something else entirely. They weren’t the deeds of anemployee or even a desperate mother; they spoke of someone who actually yearned to give him pleasure.

Someone who loves me.

Staring into her eyes, he wondered if it was true. He’d almost told her how he’d felt in the entrance, but that age-old desire to build a wall around himself had prevailed, commanding he bring her to his room instead. His true feelings remained unsaid.

“I’m taking you to bed.” He growled the words as he dragged her toward his bedroom.

“You told me once that you never fucked in bed, sir.” Her breaths were coming in short gasps as he pushed open the double doors.

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