Page 159 of Carnal Games

“Oh god!” I moan, his hardness throbbing temptingly. Massive. Thick. Frightening.

I don’t need a comparison to know he’s way,wayabove average.

Hearing the soft sound, he groans, “Christ! As if I wasn’t going insane enough.”

Led by treacherous desire, I raise my hips, trying to grind against him.

“Don’t. Move,” he grits out, forcing me harder against the wall.

“Put me down then,” I retort, throwing my head back and tilting my ass. “Because I can’t stop.”

His length swells even more, becoming impossibly harder and longer.

I was wrong.

He’sfullyhard now.

How in the hell does he fit inside a woman? My mind scrambles when, instead of placing me on the ground, he grabs my ass aggressively. I cry out in frustration, no longer able to move.

“Stop torturing me, Kian.”

A mean smirk curves his mouth. “You’ve never stopped since the moment you stepped into my life. Why should I?”

Panting and shivering, the tether on my sanity snaps and I lose it.

Yanking him closer by his immaculate tie, I press my lips against his.

He never sees it coming.

A sharp intake of his breath, then the fingers fisting my hair lower to my throat, seizing it with ownership. His fingers flex as if he’s going to rip his mouth away and scold me.

He presses his lips harder against mine.

Heart threatening to beat out of my chest, I tilt my head as his mouth slowly parts until we breathe each other’s air. I loop my arms around his neck, simply existing in the moment. A moment I never thought would come true.

Until it isn’t enough.

Until the restlessness heightens.

Until kissing and tasting each other becomes a necessity for survival.

“You know what this means, rainbow,” he rasps, low and possessive. Licking the seam of my lips, he seals my fate. “You just became mine.”

Capturing my bottom lip with a harsh suck, he opens my mouth wider and ruthlessly slips his tongue inside. A second before it can touch mine, a sharp knock sounds on the locked door.

“Uh, hello!”

I jerk back, accidentally knocking my head against the wall.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What did I do?

Chapter Forty-One

Kian

Iris stands at the head of the conference table, going over the slides confidently like we rehearsed. No one could tell that two hours ago she was having a panic attack over it.

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