Page 28 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

He smiles down at me and leads me off to the elevator.

Has he booked a room? Is this a room he has on standby? How the hell did he know I would come with him? So many questions are spinning around in my head. The receptionist didn’t even give him a room number, just the key. Oh hell, I need to stop thinking and go with the flow. My head is going to explode at this rate.

We enter the elevator, and he swipes the room card and hits the top button marked with “P.” I have no words for what is going through my head. I gather the P stands for penthouse, but how does he even know what to do in this lift? He has to have been here before. Jealousy starts to brew just as the bell pings and the doors open.

“So nice to see you again, Mr. McGarry,” a man dressed as a penguin greets us at the door.

“Thanks, Paul. It’s nice to be back. Please take a break. In fact, take the rest of the day off. I would like complete privacy for the rest of my stay.” North sounds so business-like, it sends a shiver down my spine.

Paul the penguin nods and leaves in the elevator we have just stepped out of.

It’s just the two of us now. I look around the room. Well, it’s not a room, it’s bloody huge. There are several doors leading to God knows where from the spacious lounge area.

“Drink?” he asks as he pours himself a large scotch from a cabinet. He knows his way around this place fairly well. Too well.

I nod, and he pours another glass. As he hands me a glass, our fingers brush. His eyes are firmly locked on my face.

With one sweeping movement of his tongue over his bottom lip, I know I am in deep trouble. He bangs his glass down on the table, still not looking away from me. His sullen mouth turns into a broad white smile as he takes one stride forward, and he gently places both his hands on my cheeks and pulls me in. Our mouths touch gently at first; our lips are tentative and unsure. Our breathing quickly becomes ragged. Then, he smashes his mouth down on mine hard. I follow his lead and reciprocate easily, his tongue fighting for power over mine as we share the most passionate kiss of all time. His hands are holding me tight, so I can’t move back. I don’t want to. I’m falling from a great height, and it feels so good.

My mind goes blank, and I am enthralled in the pleasure that is only provided by North when my back hits a solid surface. His hands tug at the lapels on my jacket as he pulls it away from my body, and he breaks the kiss. His eyes bore deep into mine.

“Take that off,” he groans as he is pulling at my jacket. I do what he says, never breaking his stare.

“And this,” he says, lifting my top up over my head. He reaches around and unclasps my bra. I pull at his shirt, and in one swift movement, his shirt is on the pile of clothes next to us.

This feels different. The sexual tension between us is impalpable. His fingers are on the button of my trousers, and before I can even think about what’s happening, they, too, are on the floor, and I’m standing there in my thong.

I’m shaking so much, my hands struggle at his waistband, but I eventually release the button. His jeans fall to the floor. A few side steps, and we are both free of our clothing, his solid cock straining at the top of his boxer shorts.

His strong arms lift me at the waist, and my legs take on a life of their own, wrapping themselves around his waist. His mouth crashes on mine again, and his hands roam up and down my back as I hang on to him like my life depends on it.

He sets off walking, still kissing me hard. I hear a door open, and our bodies plunge down onto a soft bed. He breaks the kiss again, and I open my eyes. His face is a mere centimetre from mine, and his gaze is so intense, I could be set on fire.

Heat is flooding between my legs, and my clit has already started to throb. He’s not even touched me there yet, but I think I’m going to come. Oh fuck, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I’m going to come from him fucking me with those hot-as-sin eyes. Oh shit, I can feel the throbbing and the need and—oh fuck. He stokes a stray hair from my face, and I explode. Oh, Jesus H Christ. Even my masturbation with my BoB imagining North didn’t get me off this quick or this hard.Fuuuuuuuck.

There is a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face as he watches me come apart in front of him.

“Missed me then, Princess?” He smirks and winks and kisses me again. Nothing about North in this moment is gentle. He is in full-on “I’m going to fuck you hard” mode,and I am not complaining. He gives my thong one swift pull, and it snaps.

He places harsh and brutal kisses down my neck. Then, he bites down hard on my collar bone.

Fuck that hurt.

“Ow,” I cry out in pain, but the pleasure that spikes immediately after takes away the pain. A small chuckle escapes his throat. He kisses down my chest and takes a rock-hard nipple in his mouth. Flicking his tongue, the sensations sends more flooding to below. I let out a moan as he sucks hard and bites down.

“Fuuuck,” I yell, but he doesn’t stop. The pleasure arrives immediately after. I think I like this game. Pain then pleasure. It’s fucking hot.

He kisses down my stomach, biting and licking, but when he gets to the promised land, he stops.

He lifts my body and turns me over so that my face is in the pillow. He lifts me up into a kneeling position but forces my chest down.

“Stay,” he growls. I feel him leave the bed and, for the first time since I walked into the hotel room, I can breathe. Before I can start to think, I feel the bed dip behind me, and his hands part my legs. I feel something cold—really cold—around my forbidden star. Then it turns warmer and warmer and—fuck, it’s actually getting hot. Shit, what has he just put on my arse?

“North—”

“Don’t fucking speak until I tell you to. And don’t fucking come, either. I let the other one go earlier, but you will not orgasm until I say you can. Am I clear, Kara?”

“Yes,” I reply.

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