CHAPTER 35

"You're MY fiancée now, and you're coming home with ME. That's the only way I can protect you."

She opens her mouth to protest but catches herself, realizing from the adamant look on HIS face that HE'S not going to take no for an answer.

We drive in silence for a while until KYOLINE finally breaks the silence. "I'VE missed DEBORAH, L'OREAL, and DAMON. So much. That's the only good thing about going back to New York—that I'LL be with them again and be able to take care of them." When we get to the hotel, HE takes her up to the room HE booked. It is a lovely suite, but there is just one bedroom.and one bed.

"Having, um, rooms, yeah?" she inquires.

"No. I have to watch you at night."

Her jaw is hanging open, but seeing that HE'S not going to change HIS mind, she gathers her bag and heads into the bathroom, closing the door.

As HE hears the taps being turned on, HE drags a hand across HIS face. She'll be lucky if she doesn't send HIM flying off the bed this night as soon as HE'S asleep.

Stretching out, HE looks up at the ceiling. HE can hear a splash which is likely her getting into the bath, and within a few minutes, the scent of bath oils drifts under the bathroom door into the bedroom.

HE attempts to use HIS corresponding work emails to distract HIM from considering her lounging in the tub, all naked, wet, and slippery…

Thirty minutes have passed, and she hasn't appeared yet, and HE'S never been more curious about what she's doing. "KYOLINE?" HE calls out.

But there is no answer.

HE stands up and creeps toward the bathroom door while calling out, "KYOLINE?".

But when yet there is no response, a tickle of apprehension in HIM, and HE flings the door wide open.

And HE sees why she hasn't replied. She has earbuds in and is listening to music. She is standing in the tub, her back turned to HIM, ready to step out.

Her whole gorgeous body is exposed.

She glances over her shoulder and blushes as she sees HIM watching. "Oh…I'LL be out in a minute." Her back is still to HIM as she reaches for a towel.

And HE can't stop staring. HE can see her full ass, beautiful hips, those thick thighs, and all those gorgeous curves. Every bit of her is goddamn perfect.

But that's not what HE'S staring at.

There's something else that HIS eyes are staring at.

Something that HE can't avoid gazing at.

The air gets stuck in HIS throat.

Because on her back is a mark.

A mark resembling a buckle.

A goddamn belt buckle.

What the devil? Fury springs to life inside HIM and flows through HIS veins. "Who the hell hurt you, KYOLINE?"

When she finds out what HE'S staring at, the blush on her face deepens and she quickly wraps the towel around herself before she leaves.

"KYOLINE?"

"It was MY mom's boyfriend, XENDER. HE did it the night we were going away. HE was drunk and…" She shrugs, but HE can sense that it pains her a great deal to talk about this.

HE STUNS into silence for a few seconds. The fucking coward. "The bastard. If he ever lays hands on you again?—"

"HE won't. We departed the day following. Seriously, if I had any idea HE was likely to pull out a belt, I would've settled us with a friend before then. MY blood chills every time I think about what could have occurred to the kids.". Before I departed, I warned HIM if HE ever tried something like that again with me, I still had a key to the apartment. And I had a serum I'D administer to HIM while HE was sleeping, and it would reduce HIS dick to the size of a pea.

HIS eyes widen into saucers. "Where in the world did you get a serum like that?" She shrugs. "At the drugstore."

HE goes silent for a second. "You're lying."

"No, I'M not. I really did get a serum there."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus," HE says.

"Though it was really just a vitamin B12 booster shot," she continues. HE explodes into laughter.

She smiles. "I just wish I'D thought to threaten something of that nature when HE slapped MY sister, DEBORAH. At least I was able to stop that from happening again.".

And with that, KYOLINE pushes past HIM and into the bedroom. "All yours."

She walks over to dig in her bag as HE stands in the doorway.

HIS eyes roam over each curve now revealed as she stoops.

Bobby Fischer, Alexander Alekhine, Anatoly Karpov, Magnus Carlsen. HE reads the names of the world's greatest chess players off in HIS mind in attempting to distract HIMSELF from HIS thoughts about KYOLINE.

Shaking HIS head, HE goes to the bathroom to turn on the water. And after one cold shower, HE comes out to see KYOLINE sitting on the bed, wearing sleep shorts and a tee, and channel surfing on the TV. HE'S in boxers and HIS black T-shirt is slung over HIS shoulder. HE says nothing because HE rubs HIS hair with the towel, perching on the edge of the bed which HE assumes is now HIS side.

She watches some infomercial.

HE reclines among the pillows, HIS arm over HIS head, closing HIS eyes in a futile attempt to rest them. It's been a long goddamn day, and HE can feel the exhaustion bearing down on HIM, but HE'LL be damned if HE falls asleep first and let her have the chance to blow HIM off and get herself into further trouble.

HE looks over at her and sees her staring at HIM. There is something in her eyes and a slight catch in the way she breathes.

HE reaches out and rolls her onto her back, keeping her pinned under HIS body. HIS hand traveling over her bare calves, going higher and higher.

She's waiting for HIM to keep going higher, but HE steers her to her feet instead.

HE yanks her over to stand in front of the huge floor to ceiling windows which has a beautiful view of the city around us. We are only on the seventh floor, so we can see the people below who are still out frequenting the restaurants and bars this late at night.

She's so damn sexy. And that final drink of her HE had left her with an addiction that HE must continue.

HE grasps her T-shirt and pulls it over her head. HE wants her nude. Nude and writhing for HIS tongue.

"ISAAC, somebody could see…"

"Let ME take care of you, baby…"

HIS lips follow a trail along her throat.

"ISAAC," she moans as HE unsnaps her bra and licks over her perfect tits, his tongue mapping out her rigid nipples.

She winces, and HE nips her with HIS teeth as HE pulls her shorts down her legs.

"Those moans are mine, get it?" HE keeps licking and kissing down her tummy as HE gets onto the floor in front of her.

Her head rolls back, and HE stares up at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her dark hair falls down the back of her, and her green eyes are fixed on HIM as she buries HER fingers in HIS shoulders.

HE kisses her hip, nips her again.

She whimpers. "ISAAC…" HE drags her thong down, HIS hands rubbing over the silky-soft skin of her thighs, then up to her bare ass, burying HIS fingers in. HIS fingers crease her skin.

Her eyes dart quickly to the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her.

"If you think that I'M going to settle for tasting you off MY fingers again, you're going to learn how wrong you are," HE threatens.

And those gorgeous green eyes return to HIM as HE bends HIS head and licks over her smooth mound, leaving a slow kiss on her slit and yearning to shove HIS tongue into that spot.

"Spread wide open for ME," HE tells her.

KYOLINE looks HIM in the eyes and hesitantly opens her thighs.

HE giveS her a lick too soft to do anything but tease her, but she's so wet that HE tasteS her anyway. "Wider," HE orderS. "I want to worship your pussy with MY tongue."

Her legs spread more.

But it's still not enough for HIM.

HE grabS her right leg and yankS her knee over HIS shoulder.

"ISAAC!" she gaspS. "I mean, I'M not used to ."

"A man having HIS face in your pussy?" HE askS while tracing her pussy lips with the lightest touch.

She whimpers as HIS fingers spread her open.

"You better get used to ME being here. Because this is a view I'LL kill for."

"Fuck, ISAAC…"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'M going to do with MY tongue, baby."

She grips HIS hair as HE buryIES HIS face between her legs.

She's wet. Hot. Perfect.

"But the lights…they're still on…" Her voice trails away as her head arches back and hips roll over HIM as HE thrusts HIS tongue into her as deep as HE can and twist around her opening.

HE licks her slowly, slowly, slowly, and across her confused stare. "I don't care who the fuck notices you in ecstasy with MY head on your body. And when I'm finished with you, you won't even have the strength to care about that."

And that's what HE does as HE continues to eat her out. Each of her moans is a treasure, just like her heel digging into HIS back as she claws HIS hair and pulls HIM deeper into her pussy, grinding until HE grazes HIS teeth over her clit, making her mewl in delight.

KYOLINE'S going to learn that HE seeS things through, and that means a hell of a lot more than making her come once. HE'S not stopping until her legs are shaking and she can't hold herself up anymore.

Every lick gets her nearer to her orgasm, her grip on HIS hair tightening as HE lapS and suckS her clit. She tastes so goddamn sweet—and better than she tasted off HIS fingers.

She comes sooner than HE anticipates. She cries out HIS name, breathless. And when she's coming back down from the cloud, HE starts devouring all over again.

HE refuses to leave one drop of her pleasure behind. HE wants her wetness dripping in HIS face with each reminder HE can possibly get of her orgasms.

She clutches him tightly and rides his mouth, whining and gasping as she takes all he has to offer.

She folds nearly in half over him for her second orgasm. Her legs are shaking, her hips pushing against his lips. He doesn't need to breathe, doesn't need to rest. He just needs to be the source of everything every ounce of pleasure she knows.

"ISAAC, three is too many, I can't—" But all that is muffled by her moans dominating.

If she's never had that feeling of coming more than one, HE'S going to make it her new normal. HE'S not giving up until she can't even think. She won't care about who might see us here. She won't care about anything else. She'll have HIM, right here, committed to her pleasure, and that's all she needs. Because there's one thing HE knows—that she's worth a hell of a lot better than she's gotten, and HE'S going to be the man who gives it to her.

After another orgasm, she falls and HE catches her in HIS arms so that she sits astride HIM. HIS face is wet, but HE licks her moisture off HIS lips as she looks at HIM, blazing with feral eyes.

"Behave?" HE growl.

HE lowers her down onto the floor beside the window. And rolling up a condom, HE pins her against the window and thrusts HIS whole length into her in one smooth motion, moaning out with lust. "KYOLINE…"

It's all self-control holding HIMSELF back from fucking her like a savage.

Hands on the window framing either side of her head, HE gazes down at her. Watching her eyes close, her succulent lips part.

She's tight, warm, and flawless. Mine.