Page 192 of Carnal Games

“Yes… Yes,” she cries, shaking feverishly. “Yes.”

“Watching wasn’t all I did, filthy girl,” I confess, desperate to see her blush harder. “I fucked my fist, coming on my desk like a teen.”

“Because of me?”

“Yeah, Iris.”

Biting her lip, she asks, “I turn you on that much?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” My tone is guttural. “The next time I come, it’ll be inside you. No more wasting my cum.”

“When?” She sobs, breathless and greedy. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I wanna be yours completely. Please.”

“The minute you aren’t somebody’s fiancée, I’ll spend hours inside you.”

“I’m close… I’m going to c-come.”

Hand slipping from my shoulder, she slaps it against the glass and throws her head back. Lost in her pleasure, her fingers inside her pussy smack against her clit as she drives them in and out.

While she’s chasing the climax, I snag the drink glass from the table.

“Come for me, Iris.”

She shatters, screaming my name, “Kian!”

The second she tenses, abs clenching, I pull out her fingers and press the cold rim of the glass against her opening. Her body jerks and spasms as her pussy spills every drop of her cum inside the glass, mixing with the scotch.

The orgasm keeps her hostage for a good, long minute. I lay a hand on her waist to keep her from falling.

She’s goddamn breathtaking when she lets go.

And her sounds are divine.

Gently, I put her feet to the ground, making her eyelids flutter open. The blue color of her irises is so bright, it enlivens me. Tits still heaving, her attention slides to the glass in my hand that I have pressed against her folds.

Her mouth widens into an O as I bring it to my lips and down the liquid in one shot.

“Fucking sweet.” Straightening to my full height, I capture her hair and crush my mouth against hers, catching her by surprise. Soon, she melts, stretches on her toes, and kisses me back passionately.

Ripping my lips away before I do more, I bend and grab her clothes. Getting on one knee, I slide the shorts up her slim legs.

“Kian?” she utters throatily.

I say nothing and stand, helping her into the soft cami until her nakedness is covered from my view. Releasing her, I step back. “Run.”

She jerks back. “What?”

“Run. Now,” I warn and threaten in the same syllable. “Before I fuck you so hard your fiancé hears your screams across the apartment. And, rainbow, sleep in a room far away from him with the doors locked.”

Sensing the storm brewing inside me, she turns around and runs.

Chapter Fifty

Iris

I crashed into my bed the minute I came to my apartment last night.

Even after I woke up, the after-effects of my orgasm from my first sexual encounter with the man I fantasized about for years still lingered.

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