Page 11 of Beastly Boss

Kimbra tenses in my arms, her entire body strung tight as she inhales sharply and holds her breath. I pinch her clit, and she snaps, unraveling completely. She bites down on my neck, and I come with her, right in my damn pants. Neither one of us canstop grinding into each other as our shared orgasm devastates us both.

Finally, she slumps into my chest, a complete rag doll. I slip my hand out of her shorts and lick my fingers clean.

“What are you…” Kimbra stares at my tongue while I lap up every last drop from my skin.

“Fucking delicious,” I growl, capturing her lips with mine so she can taste herself.

Kimbra moans softly into our kiss and then sighs sweetly when we break apart.

“Holy shit,” she murmurs. Then she buries her head into my neck again as if she’s embarrassed. Yeah, fuck that.

I weave my fingers into her long, dark hair and tug gently, making her lift her head again. I press my lips to her forehead, nose, and cheeks, finally giving her a short, sweet kiss on her swollen lips.

“You felt it, too?” I ask, resting my forehead on hers.

She nods and bites her lip before answering. “I felt it. I feel you, Aurelio.”

“Thank fuck.” I wrap her in my arms and hold her close while we soak up the significance of this moment.

Before long, I hear Kimbra’s soft little snores. I smile to myself at how adorable she is. I can’t wait to wear her out like this time and time again. Hopefully, next time, it will be with my tongue, followed by my cock.

I stand from the couch, taking my precious woman with me and cradling her in my arms. I pause in front of the door to my bedroom but ultimately decide to place her in the guest room next to mine. She’s been through a lot tonight, and the last thing I want is to overwhelm her. Besides, if I slept next to her half-naked body all night, I don’t know that I could keep my hands to myself.

6

KIMBRA

“Time’s up,” a deep, threatening voice says from behind me.

I turn to look at the man, but he slaps me so hard that sparks dot my vision. This momentary shock is enough for him to spin me around and wrench my arms behind my back. He holds my wrists together with one of his large hands, gripping them so hard it feels like he’s crushing my bones.

A thin, smooth piece of plastic circles around my wrists, replacing the man’s hands. He pulls the zip tie tighter and tighter, only stopping when I let out a pathetic whimper.

My kidnapper shoves me, and I stumble forward, reluctantly going along with wherever he’s taking me. It’s not like I have much of a choice.

“I’d tell you to watch your step, but I don’t give a fuck.”

“What?” The word is barely out of my mouth before he tosses me into the back of a van. My left shoulder and side of my face hit the hard floor, and I bite back a scream.

My kidnapper jumps in next to me and slaps something twice. “Got her. Let’s go,” he directs the driver.

“What’s going on?” I ask in between shallow, staccato breaths.

“Your daddy is still causing us trouble,” the man answers. Streetlights and neon signs send enough flashes of light through the windows of the van for me to see his face. I recognize my kidnapper as the officer who threatened me.

“But…”

The safety of a gun clicks, the small but deadly sound cutting me off from whatever I was about to say.

“Let’s see what dear old dad thinks about fucking with us now.”

He nestles the muzzle of the gun against my forehead and pulls the trigger…

“Wake up, Kimbra. Wake up.”I feel warm hands on my shoulders, gently shaking me. “Please, beautiful. You’re scaring me.

I fight to open my eyes.I know that voice. My chest feels like it’s being torn in two, with one part following the voice while the other part lingers in my nightmare.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whimper as images of the man who threatened me flicker across my vision. I brace myself for the bullet I know is coming, the muscles in my body tensing to the point of pain.

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