Seduce & Destroy - Page 69

In a swift motion, I gripped my hand on her throat. “I said nicely.”

“You don’t deserve nice.”

“You’ll get what I give. In or out?”

She looked anywhere but at me. “In.”

I had my fingers wedged in her in a second. She keened as I curled my finger, both rough and rhythmic as I built her up. “You’re soaked, princess. You sure you don’t like me.”

She ignored me to pry my hand from her throat and lean back on her elbows, with the change of angle, a desperate moan escaped her throat. “Please.”

“Not yet. Hold still.”

My fingers glided smoothly from her opening to her clit. Then I pulled my fingers away from her, inserting down to wet my clit. I moaned at the pressure.

She squirmed, fidgeting with the buttons on my jeans and yanking them down. Her movements were rough. We laughed between heavy pants. Finally, cool air touched my thighs.

I kissed her then. Pushing myself inside, desperate to get deeper, closer until I would be submerged in her heat. Her nails grazed my back, sure to leave marks tomorrow morning, but for this moment, I didn’t care.

Her hand skated up my body, under my bra, making my nipples harden before she could touch them. When she did, I moaned into her mouth, breaking our connection to gasp before descending back into her warmth.

My hand rubbed circles into my clit. I grabbed her hand to replace mine as I moved my mouth from hers to go down on her. Tit for tat. When she rubbed, I sucked. Our bodies in tune with each other, like an endless battle of give or take.

I brought her to the precipice just before I pulled away and placed a kiss on her clit. Moving my body away from hers, she dropped her hands too. Confusion marred her features.

“I want to look at you,” I explained and reached a hand down to my own clit, circling it as I watched her do the same. It took an effort to commit this image to memory. Her high, her fall and her comedown. I wanted that journey to keep repeating. Daily. It was only ever about sex.

Her eyes were shut when I hit my orgasm.

Afterward, we laid beside each other. She scratched my head with her nails, lightly, weaving intricate patterns in my hair. It was bittersweet. We could only get this kind of peace behind locked doors.

“So, you’re really a Karstein. You can’t pull a 180 on me, change identities again to someone who isn’t an enemy.”

“No can do.” I replied sadly.

“Why are you here?” She continued the massage on my scalp. “Like really? What is your plan?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Stop hiding from me, I won’t think you’re a monster. I already know your penchant for murder.”

“It wasn’t always by choice, believe me.”

“What is your real name, Kenna?”

“Kilina. Kilina Karstein.”

A slow nod confirmed she heard me. “I won’t tell anyone, Kilina.” She whispered. “If you don’t hurt the people I love. Leave us alone, but I can’t guarantee that Father won’t come for you again.” Little did she know there were other actors at play. The funeral was tomorrow, the big showdown. I prayed she wouldn’t get hurt in the crosshairs. She met my eye then. “Stay safe.”

My stomach dropped as I stood silent. This was goodbye. Though, I hoped that she knew that I would get to her father before he ever approached me.

“Please leave. We’re over.”

“Princess.” I pleaded.

She crawled back to bed. “Go.” And turned the light off.

Escaping through the window into the dark night, I swore I heard the crash of glass.