Page 26 of Devilish Bully
His mouth curves into a smirk. “Funny. Right now I’m feeling something very specific after hearing how you really feel about me.”
What the hell is he talking about? “The only things I feel for you are annoyance and hatred.”
“You don’t mean that, Kendall.” The way he says my name sends an unwanted shiver straight through me. “Take it back.”
“I despise you,” I snap. “The minute we’re home, I’m booking the longest spa day they offer to undo all the damage you’ve caused.”
“This isn’t how I planned this conversation to go…”
“Ihateyou.” I can’t stop the words. “You stare at me like you own me, you control every second of my time, and you actually believe it’s yours to take.”
“I’m paying you a lot for it.”
“Can I get back to my conversation with the doctor now?” I shove at his chest, but he catches my wrists. “At least he noticed how tense I am from a glance. Imagine that.”
“He was just trying to fuck you.” His jaw ticks. “Read the room.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I need.” I lift my chin. “Since we’re stuck here for hours, maybe I’ll let him.”
The words barely leave my mouth before his lips crash into mine.
The kiss is hard, claiming, his tongue rough and filthy as it forces mine to submit. I gasp, and he swallows the sound, devouring me like he’s been waiting for this.
I push at his chest for a breath, but my body betrays me—my fists curl into his shirt, dragging him closer. Heat rushes through me, dizzying, and when he lifts me onto the desk in one brutal motion, I don’t fight it. Papers scatter everywhere as my legs part on instinct, making room for him.
The scrape of his mouth down my throat has me tilting my head back, a moan slipping free before I can stop it. He tastes every inch of my collarbone before dropping to his knees, shoving my skirt up over my hips.
“Lucian—” His name falls from my lips, broken, but it’s too late.
He drags my panties aside and his mouth is on me—hot, relentless, sinful. My back bows off the desk as his tongue licks and sucks me raw, his hands locking on my thighs to hold me open.
“Oh my god—” The words rip from me as my hips jerk against him, my body desperate and shameless. Every filthy sound of his tongue working me only makes me wetter, needier, until I can’t think, can’t breathe.
He doesn’t stop. He pins me down when I try to twist away, forcing me to take every stroke, every ruthless flick of his tongue. My moans turn to cries, his name falling from my mouth louder, louder, until I shatter against him, trembling and wrecked.
The orgasm tears through me, brutal and consuming, and still he doesn’t let up, sucking and tasting until I’m whimpering, begging, too sensitive to handle more.
When he finally rises, his mouth glistens, his eyes dark with hunger. I can barely catch my breath, my thighs shaking, my body buzzing like it’s been rewired.
He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you feel better now?”
I nod, too undone to speak.
“I moved this party here because you needed to get home early,” he murmurs. “The least you could do is not flirt with another man in front of me. Clear?”
I nod again, still trembling.
“Stay in here awhile.” His gaze pins me. “I’ll come back for you.”
THE CEO
LUCIAN
A few hours later
Kendall hasn’t met my gaze since we boarded the plane back to New York. She keeps her eyes fixed on the window, her files, the champagne flute in her hand—anywhere but me. But I know she feels it, the weight of me watching her, daring her to acknowledge what happened in that pilot’s office.
The board members are still in Florida, drinking on the company’s tab—Brian included—so it’s just me and her, alone at thirty thousand feet.
