Page 57 of Heart of Stone (Dark Billionaires)

She began to pant as he pounded her into the desk, her breaths increasing in both speed and pitch, until she begged for her orgasm to take her, to finally throw her into bliss.

She didn’t have to wait long.

“Come for me, kitten,” Warren snarled hatefully, sweat dripping from his temple. He squeezed her throat again. “And have the fucking decency to look me in the eye when you come on my cock.”

The climax that seized control of her body was unholy, to the point that Kate struggled to keep her eyes open at the onslaught. The noise that left her was inhuman, a cracked, imperfect scream that threatened to rip her throat apart. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, even as he pinned them against her.

But she followed her instructions. She gave him her eyes through it all.

“Fuck.Fuck.” Warren groaned, his stomach muscles going taut as her walls pulled him into bliss. His hot, rushing release hit her insides.

“Yes,” Kate croaked, her voice as exhausted as her body. “Give it to me, Warren.”

“Kitten,” he bit out, riding out the rest of his orgasm. Breathing heavily, he let his head fall to her shoulder. Kate clutched him to her, smiling as he mumbled into her skin. “My kitten.”

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Warren

“ShouldIaskwhyyou needed aloe vera cream delivered to a suspiciously remote part of the house during my mother’s birthday party?” Rhys stood on his tip-toes, doing his best to look over Warren’s shoulder through the sliver of open door.

“No.” Warren snatched the cream out of Rhys’s hand and shut the door without another word, locking it once more.

Rhys’s muffled voice still managed to penetrate the room, tinged with notes of amusement. “Prick.”

When Kate’s form came into view beyond the high back of the Chesterfield sofa, Warren paused in his stride. All the stress and worry he’d endured in New York seemed to melt off him, sliding away into nothingness as he beheld her snoozing underneath his suit jacket.

Fuck, he’d missed her. Warren had never been one for offices, instead preferring the solitude of his own company, but even that was lacking in comparison to his kitten. How had he gone so long without her? He’d barely lasted a week, desperately wanting to tell the inept CEO to go and fuck himself before boarding the first flight back to Heathrow.

Her eyes flickered open as he approached. A smile lifted her lips.

He knelt beside her and gently kissed her temple. “I’m so proud of you, kitten. You did so well.” He’d scooped her up off the table afterwards, cradling her within his arms until she’d fallen asleep, but the urge to care for her still reigned within him. “I want to massage this into your skin.”

“Why?” She touched her face delicately. “Am I flaking?”

“It’s for your arse, not your face,” he swallowed, shame coming over him. He’d needed her too badly to be gentle. “You’re bruised. I’m sorry, I should have been easier on you for the first time.” He squirted a healthy dose into his hands and scrubbed them together to warm the lotion.

“I’m fine,” Kate protested.

“Just let me care for you, Kate.”

Sighing, she rolled onto her front, letting him massage the product into her skin. Warren took his time, expanding his attentions to incorporate everything from her shoulders to her feet, relishing in the moans he brought forth.

“Your calf muscles are tight,” he informed her, watching her toes curl.

“Mmm.” It was the only response he was getting at the moment, but Warren wasn’t going to complain.

“I have a mind to do this every morning.”

One eye flicked open. “Oh no,” she replied dramatically. “How will I cope?”

Finishing with a kiss to her rear, Warren leant back on his haunches. “I hate to be a mood killer, but we should get back to the party.”

“Is it still on?”

His eyebrow shot up. “We’ve only been gone for an hour.”

Kate shrugged, dragging herself up into a seating position. “I lose track of time whenever I have a nap. It could literally be next year for all I know.”

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