Page 42 of Torrid Passion
CHAPTER 9
Lochlan
I’ll be dammed.
The sweet little Hollywood princess makes plans with a kinky bastard to get her pussy serviced?
Well, well, well.
Kyla O’Keeffe isn’t as innocent as I thought.
Narcissistic idiots like Magnus are a dime a dozen in La La Land. I never thought I’d thank one for allowing me to fulfill one of my hottest fantasies.
Kissing Kyla is better than any wet dream. Her plump lips are so soft under mine. I could get addicted to her mouth.
Jesus.
I cup the back of her head in one hand, my other arm going around her waist. She threads her fingers into my hair as her lips find my earlobe. With a growl, I sink into the unexpected pleasure of her nipping at the tender flesh. “Christ.”
“Sorry,” she says shyly.
“Don’t be. I like you a little rough.”
She giggles, her pink lips parting softly in a way that makes my fucking balls ache.
I’m done holding back.
Kyla is no longer my baby sister’s best friend.
She’s Keller O’Keeffe and Kase O’Keeffe’s little sister. Not mine.
Whatever sense of protective brotherly feelings I had for her when she was just a kid are a thing of the past.
She’s a grown woman.
I’ve wanted to claim her mouth since Paris. Now, I get to claim all of her.
Kyla O’Keeffe is fucking mine now.
I trail a finger along her jawline, down her neck, until I reach the swell of her breasts. My fingers skim lightly over the silky fabric of her blouse, my eyes locked onto hers.
“I’m disappointed—no, hurt—”
Her eyes grow wide. “I’m a bad kisser?”
“No, gorgeous. You’re an incredible kisser,” I smile.
“Ooof. That would’ve been awkward. You want a guy for so long. You finally kiss him and you suck at it,” she says with a small laugh.
“You have nothing to worry about,” I say softly. “Nervous?”
“A bit. A lot.”
“I’m hurt because of your rendezvous with Grant,” I correct.
“Oh, him again.”
“How dare you think he was good enough for you?”
