Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
She sucks in a slow breath, the sound barely audible, and if I weren’t specifically listening for it, I wouldn’t have heard it.
My hand slowly begins working up and down my cock, my other reaching down and gently grasping my balls. A soft groan rumbles through my chest as I really start working myself, moving up and down and remembering exactly how it felt when it was Kiara’s tight little cunt working me like that.
My thumb rolls over my sensitive tip, brushing over the small piercing, and another subtle moan slips from between my lips.
I don’t stop, every last stroke solely for her benefit as I keep working myself and putting on the performance of a lifetime, making sure she doesn’t miss a thing. Long, determined strokes that take me right from base to tip, and I can’t help but wonder exactly what’s going through her mind.
Are her pretty thighs clenching? Is she wet for me? Is she desperate to spring out of there like a jack in the box and take me for herself, or will that deadly resolve of hers keep her hidden?
She pants with desperation from within that box, and I take it to the next level as I clutch my cock tighter and let out a deep, rumbly groan. “Fuck, Firecracker.”
The smallest squeak comes from the box, and I don’t know how the fuck I manage to keep the grin off my face. I pick up the pace, driving myself wild with need, just knowing her greedy little stare is locked on me . . .
I suck in a sharp breath, ready to fucking explode. Resisting the urge to spring off this fucking bed and race to her is killing me. I’m desperate to bury every inch inside her, to give her everything she needs and more, to taste her, fill her, make her scream my fucking name until she’s coming on my cock.
I don’t stop working myself faster and harder, my muscles constricting as the red-hot pleasure becomes too much to bear, and as a sharp breath escapes my lips, I detonate, shooting hot, powerful spurts of cum against my abs.
“Fuuuuck,” I hiss, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as I come back to earth.
My body relaxes against the headboard, and I release my grasp on my cock before finally making my way back into the bathroom and cleaning myself up, all while I listen to the subtle sound of Kiara’s panting.
I’ve gotta give it to her. I thought she’d crack for sure. But if she truly is an assassin, then I need to up my game. Who knows what kind of training she has. I’m sure what I just put her through was nothing in comparison to what she’s capable of withstanding, but that doesn’t make it any less fun. But on the off chance that all of this truly is a coincidence and she really is just a travel blogger, then I have seriously underestimated her level of resistance. And in that case, I haven’t got a clue who I’m up against.
After dressing in a pair of shorts, I grab my phone to start working through any communication I might have missed from my agency, and as I walk out to my living room, I think better of it. Why not work from my bed tonight? Besides, if Kiara is going to have the balls to sneak into my apartment, then she’s going to suffer in the box for as long as it takes for her to break.
I work for an hour, and as the clock ticks closer to dinnertime, I order something to eat, and before I know it, the delivery driver is buzzing my apartment to get in.
After eating, I catch up on a few episodes of my latest binge watch, and as it creeps closer to midnight, I finally let her off the hook. The TV I left on gives her enough background noise to escape, and I take my ass to sleep, more than impressed with her commitment to the cause.
CHAPTER 15
KIARA
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
What the hell was I thinking, scrambling into this goddamn box? Not only am I squished up against fourteen overly tangled phone and laptop chargers, an empty bottle of cologne that he couldn’t possibly have thrown away before he packed, and what could only be described as a snowsuit from the 70s, but I’m also hungry, horny, and tired.
It’s got to be well after one in the morning by now, and he’s been playing old episodes of Game of Thrones for the past five hours, hearing the Starks declare that winter is coming. But shit, at least something is coming around here, because God knows I’m not.
In total, I think I’ve been in here for at least seven hours. SEVEN FUCKING HOURS? And that’s after having to watch as the most gloriously hung man on the planet worked his cock like a fucking magician. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been witness to more than my fair share of men jerking off, some welcome, others not so much, but nothing could ever compare to what I just saw. It was rapturous, breathtaking beyond belief.