Page 57 of Black Bay Enforcer
“That bastard!”
There it was.
She exploded off his lap in a sudden burst of righteous fury. “I can’t believe him!” She pointed a stiff finger at Kong, all tightly contained rage. “I hope you nail his ass to the wall!” She stompedacross the floor, fuming. “I hope you bury his ass in a deep, dark hole somewhere and throw away the key!”
“We will. Don’t you worry about that.”
Planting her balled fists on her hips, she narrowed her eyes as she stared at an empty spot on the wall. “I want to be there when you question him.”
He hadn’t expected that. “Er…”
She snapped her head around to look at him. “Not in the same room, but is there someplace I can see him and hear him?”
“Yes,” he replied hesitantly.
Katherine nodded sharply as if his confirmation meant it was a done deal. “Good. I’ll be able to tell you if he’s lying. I’ve learned his tells, the slimy bastard.”
They wouldn’t need that, not with Lark, but he understood her need to help, to feel useful, and he couldn’t deny her. But first… “Are you sure, Katherine?” She’d been through enough.
Her expression was one of savage delight. “Oh, yes. I’m sure.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Katherine was cuddled upto Kong in bed. She’d been livid about what her father had done – what he’d planned to do – and had wanted to march straight to Black Bay’s jails or wherever they kept criminals, only for Kong to remind her that her father wasn’t there yet. Then, he’d set about distracting her in some very pleasurable ways. She stroked a hand over the heavy muscles on his chest. He was so strong, capable of hurting her so easily, and yet, he’d been so gentle, so careful with her it had almost brought tears to her eyes. She loved him so much, so intensely the feeling filled her up, fizzing through her blood, until she felt like she could barely contain it.
“I love you, Kong.” With the enormity of what she felt, she’d probably say it a hundred times a day, so she hoped he wouldn’t get tired of hearing it.
Her man let out a happy rumble. “Say it again.”
Katherine grinned. Looked like he hadn’t gotten tired of it yet. “I love you.”
In a shockingly fast move, Kong was over her, his weight braced on his arms on either side of her head. “I love you, too.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
Feeling playful, she puckered her lips and Kong took the hint, kissing her mouth.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated, her body going liquid with desire as Kong moved from her mouth to kiss his way down one side of her neck, down her sternum, before he settled at her breasts, practically worshipping them with his lips and tongue.
She stroked the broad expanse of his shoulders then ran her fingers over his rock-hard biceps as her breathing turned ragged. Her body moved under his in a silent demand and Kong raised himself over her, settling himself in the cradle of her hips so the thick ridge of his erection pressed enticingly against her core. With a moan, she moved against him, wrapping her legs around him to bring him even closer.
Bowing over her, he took her mouth with his, kissing her deeply as he slid into her waiting heat. Katherine rocked against him, urging him on. Faster. Harder. The first time had been slow and gentle, but this time, she wanted more. Her fingers pulled at him, digging into his skin and she broke the kiss to gasp ina breath. His name became a litany on her tongue as her body rocketed toward release and she held on tighter, gripping him as hard as she could.
“Kong!” Her body tightened around his thick length as she hung on that precipice.
Panting hard, Kong groaned as his eyes met hers. “I love you, Katherine.”
She tumbled over the edge, her body pulsing as the orgasm washed over her and a moment later, with a low guttural cry, Kong joined her.
He lowered his forehead to rest against hers. Both of them were breathing hard, the ragged sound filling the room, and a light glazing of perspiration covered them both.
“This is so much more fun than sparring with Leo or Nova.”
Katherine barked out a surprised laugh.
Collapsing to the mattress beside her, he blew out a breath. “We should shower.”
“Probably.”
“Oh! But first…” Kong leaned over his side of the bed and grabbed something.
