Page 50 of Pretty Threats

Next to the bowl is Killian’s calf. I’m still lying the wrong way around on the bed, with my feet near the headboard. Looking over my shoulder and up the line of his naked body, I see he’s lying on his back, sound asleep. With some twisting and turning, I sit up. There are twinges of soreness in my lower back and between my legs. It was quite the circus parade of sex. Definitely the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

The brightly colored berries look delicious and I’m hungry, so I dig in. Before I know it, I’ve eaten them all.

As I start to crawl over Killian to get out of bed, he comes awake suddenly. His arm shoots out, lightning fast, to grab me around the waist and stop me from reaching the other side of him.

“No.”

I lower my head, resting the side of my face on his abs as I look at him. “What’s wrong?”

He draws in a deep breath and stretches. Then he looks around as he yawns, his gaze landing on his phone’s screen. “Three in the afternoon, right? Not morning?” His voice is thick with sleep, which makes me smile.

His bedroom has no windows to allow natural light in. Being in a proverbial bat cave makes it hard to tell day from night. When I turn my head the other way, I note there’s a little light creeping under the door.

“Yes, afternoon, I think,” I say.

Killian’s hand cups the back of my head to steady me as he sits up. My head slides onto his thigh. I’m not used to him touching me casually and sweetly. For the longest time, whenever we were alone in bed, it was a frantic race to bring each other pleasure before he snuck back out. We never let ourselves relax in bed together because we’d fallen asleep once and had nearly gotten caught together.

I start to sit up, but his hand catches my hair and pulls me back down.

“What’re you doing?” I say, reaching behind my head to pull on his hand.

He releases my hair but moves his arm across my back, trapping me against him. “Don’t get up.” He runs his free hand through his mussed hair.

“I have to eat something substantial. And then do some work.”

“I’ll bring you food and your laptop.”

My chuckle is low and throaty, then I turn my head to bite down gently on his thigh. “I don’t want to eat in bed. Then we’ll be sleeping in crumbs later.”

“So?”

I push his heavy forearm off, and he allows me to sit up, but then his arm slides around me and gathers me back to him, so my nipple is pressed against the side of his chest. It’s super cozy, very sexy, and more welcome than I want it to be.

“Killian…” My fingertips caress his lower lip. “Let’s make some food, okay? And I’ll do some work. Then, we’ll come back to bed.”

His hand slides down and pinches my ass. “You’re my sex slave. You don’t get to wear clothes. Do you want to cook while you’re naked?”

I laugh softly and trace his jaw with my finger. “It was really great, but?—”

“I’m not kidding.” His voice is stern, and his eyes narrow. “No clothes until I say so.”

My brows rise, and then when I realize he isn’t playing around, my lips purse. I try to sit up again and the next thing I know, I’m lying face down over his thighs.

He slaps my ass twice. “Gonna do what I say?”

I look over my shoulder at him. “What if I don’t?” My voice is full of teasing defiance. This kind of dark sex play is something he wants, and that’s made me curious about it, too.

“I think you know.” The hard tone of his voice causes me to shiver as my nipples tighten and my pussy clenches. At the moment, I regret sharing my innocent curiosities with him.

“Listen, we shouldn’t play around now. I don’t have time. Let’s?—”

“We’re alone in the house until tomorrow. This is exactly how we’re going to spend our time. If you’re good and spread your legs whenever I tell you to, I’ll take you to the media room so you can stream and work for a while. But you can’t have clothes.”

“I’m not going in there naked!”

Without warning, he pins my arm against my lower back and starts to spank me. I squirm and twist, trying halfheartedly to escape.

The burning pain in my ass ignites a new kind of hunger, heating my whole body. I lie still as the rhythm reverberates through my pelvis, making me want a different kind of roughness from him. My knees separate to give him access to my throbbing pussy.

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