Page 187 of Carnal Games

My toes curl at his domineering tone.

“Show me what I own, not your fiancé.”

His command hits all the sweet spots in my body. The slight cold breeze flutters the hem of my shorts and my cami, hardening my nipples into tight beads. The shyness makes its presence. I nervously whisper, “Kian.”

I watch his hands ball into fists from the corner of my eye.

Like he’s fighting a silent battle.

A losing battle.

The man so fiercely in control is slipping. All because of me. I get a head rush.

Is this what power feels like?

His hunter-like gaze sharpens and heats when I bite my lower lip. His tongue slowly swipes along his lips, making mine part on a quiet gasp.

“Strip,” he commands.

One word and my core pulses and clenches. An electric current races down my spine. I shift, feeling an intense throb between my thighs. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It heightens to painful degrees, warning me that I’ll faint if I don’t cure it.

The movement has the thin strap of my camisole fall off my shoulder indecently. Kian’s gaze locks on the skin it reveals.

The faster my chest rises and falls, the lower it trails until it catches on the edge of my nipple. Dangerously close to baring my breast to him.

“Strip. For. Me.”

My breath hitches.

The frail strap comes off, revealing the hard point underneath.

“Take it all off.” Kian’s rough demand whips across my skin. “Present me your tits.”

Heat crawls up my neck to my face.

“I… I’ve never…” I trail off.

“Never what?”

“I’ve never been with… anyone.”

“Anyone?” he repeats, blinking once.

“I am a virgin, Kian.”

Time stands still as my admission hangs in the air. Did I make a mistake? Was I right to fear my inexperience would be a turn-off for him?

His chest expands as he shuts his eyes.

Before they can open and he rejects me, I scramble to cover myself. Of course, he wouldn’t want a girl who can’t even handle showing her breasts.

I reach for the strap.

“Put your hand back down, Iris.”

“It’s fine,” I mumble, shielding the humiliation on my face with my hair while trying to straighten the stupid strap. “I get it. You want someone experienced. Someone bold enough to—”

“Stop.”

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