Page 54 of Capture
He looked up and cringed in embarrassment. “This is Freddie’s and Ronan’s domain. They should’ve checked the rooms more thoroughly.”
“See, this is why you need me, because I notice fly shit and creases in the wallpaper and scratch marks on the floorboards,” I argued proudly. “Beauty is in the details, Mikael.”
“Mikael?” he snarled as if I wasn’t permitted to use his first name.
“I beg my pardon, I mean,Mr. Kaiser,” I corrected, snidely. “You’ve stuck your cock in me more than once, and I’ve sucked you off, and you watched me getting fucked by Ronan, yet I can’t call you by your first name? Seems a little unfair to me.”
He opened his mouth to answer, but I interrupted with a snarky comment, “Oh, my apologies, I forgot. You see me as three holes, like a sex doll, Mr. Kaaaaiser.”
“I’m starting to think that maybe I want you to leave now,” he growled, bemused with a twinkle in his eye, licking his bottom lip.
“Maybe I see you as nothing but a table with an erect rod attached.” I made a motion with my hand like I was rubbing a cock while pressing my tongue against the inside of my mouth.
“A table?” he seemed baffled, but amused.
“Yeah, like a solid table with a sex toy sticking out of it. That’s all you are. A giant sex toy that also happened to be my ex-boss.” He tilted his head to the side, looking at me slightly differently as if I were a weird animal in the zoo. “You’re moving up in the world. That must be a self-promotion going from prison to walking sex toy.”
Before I could say any more, he’d claimed my mouth, hands cupping my cheeks, and a shiver ran down my thighs, directly into the space between my legs. His tongue worked my mouth like a dream, running over my teeth, pushing down harder, and I naturally fell away from his overpowering touch. He pulled me back again, so we were plastered together, held together by his firm embrace.
“This is the only way to shut you up,” he breathed into my mouth, then bit down on my bottom lip, and I recoiled when I felt a sting.
He broke out in a kiss as those eyes raked over my face, then ran his thumb over my lower lip, showing me a smudge of blood, and then licked it off.
“See,” I whispered breathlessly, “I’m more than just three holes.”
“I’m aware,” he stated evenly, as he grasped my sweater, and I raised my arms as he pulled it up over my body, leaving me with nothing but a bra.
“What am I to you?” I shirked off his touch and held up my hand to stop him from coming close. “What am I to you?”
He faltered as those eyes plowed into me with great intensity, making me shudder, and I leaned back to dodge a missile that might fly out of his eyes. “Are you playing games?” he warned.
“No. I want an answer,” I boldly demanded. “What am I to you? Just three holes or…”
He sighed and glanced to the side, and I sensed he was finding this uncomfortable. “A girl,” he replied.
“Oh, great. I’m pleased you noticed.” I dropped the sarcasm because it wasn’t helping the situation and cooled my tone. “You find it difficult speaking about your feelings, don’t you?”
“Lie back,” he ordered.
I was about to do what he demanded for fear of retribution, knowing that he was a Kaiser and one didn’t want to piss off a Kaiser. Again. Let’s not forget that I had already gotten on the wrong side of the Kaisers. I tried one more time. “Tell me what you think of me?”
His nostril flared as he looked down at me under those gorgeous, black eyelashes. So damn sexy, yet so damn dangerous.
“You’re a girl who is slowly getting under my skin,” he spoke in a steely tone that both terrified and excited me.
His glare was stern to meet, but I bravely raised my head, met his gaze with mine, and said, “Good. Because once I settle under your skin, I’ll never leave.”
Amusement washed across his chiseled features. “What? Like scabies?”
I tipped my head back and snorted in laughter. “Yes, like a seven-year itch.” I raised my finger. “This is year one.”
In a rush, he had me flattened against the mattress, body on body, hands held above my head. Those dark eyes rolled over my lips and eyes, then down to my bra, claimed my left breast with his mouth, and began sucking. I arched my back under his delicious touch and wrapped my thighs around his solid, muscular body.
Those lips travel down my stomach, slow, torturous brushes across my skin, barely touching, yet it blisters and shivers. My entire world was his. It was useless. I couldn’t fight him off anymore, nor did I want to.
His mouth worked its way between my legs, and he pressed his mouth along the jeans’ crotch, sucking and licking, making my pussy panties and jeans even wetter than they already were.
There was a flash of guilt that we were doing this as Gunner was somewhere alone and held hostage by bad people, but I let that go and sank into the mattress under Mikael’s devouring touch.
