The Token 8: Kiki: A Billionaire Dark Romantic Suspense (5 page)

He releases my finger with a pop, and I shake my head as though I'm in some kind of stupor.

Chet doesn't look away as he walks in and kicks the door shut with his heel.

He lifts a hand and slowly takes off a cufflink. He sets it on the small glass-topped entry table directly in front of my door.

The second one follows.

Small black diamonds wink at me from the table.

His finger touches the tender underside of my jaw, lifting my face until his eyes force mine to submit to his gaze.

“Kandace.”

I shiver in response.

No one has ever affected me like Chet Sinclair, and many have tried. Somewhere, in the basest part of me, I knew we would be like this together.

I'm scared. I’m so terrified of being consumed by any man that I made a promise to myself if I ever found such a man, I would pretend he had a contagious disease.

Chet Sinclair is certainly the plague, but in the heat of the moment, I can't—I can't fucking pull away.

“I want you,” he says and presses his lips exactly in the center of my frantically beating heart.

He doesn't kiss me.

He licks a long, hot wet line from my heart to the place where his finger rests. Then his fingers slide to the nape of my neck. Pressing his tongue deeper against my flesh, he nips at my skin hard enough to nearly break the skin.

I yelp, and he presses deeper.

My fear releases inside me.

He's fucking crazy.

My pussy weeps, saturating my skinny panty string.
Holy fuckballs
, he just bit me.

“Stay still, Kandace, and listen carefully.”

His fingers dig into the tender part of my neck. He’s so strong I know he could break it like the stem of a dandelion if he wanted.

But Kiki's no weed.

Then why can't I tell him no?

Because of a lot of things. A lot of shit I can't think of.

My eyes close. All of my senses are tagged on his fingertips holding me with near-bruising force, his lips against my throat, his deep baritone voice rumbling against my hot flesh.

“Okay,” I say like the docile lamb I'm not.

“Scared?” he asks.

Lick, suck, bite.

I gasp. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He presses his hips against my body.

I feel his gigantic erection against my stomach, and I fucking whimper.

Whimper.

Chet grows harder against me.

“This is how it will be between us,” he says.

I wait. I briefly think about kicking him in the balls, but I seriously don't know what he'd do to me.

I shiver from the unknown. I'm fucked in the head. Clearly I’m as messed up as him.

“I don't do normal,” he says. “My normal is somewhere in the realm of what others never do.”

“I know,” I say, because I did.

“I know. That’s why you resisted me, yes?”

I nod. His fingers squeeze my neck, and I whisper, “Yes.”

“I will not rape you. Tell me you want what I offer, and it will be a mutual coupling.”

I don't have to care about Chet. I just have to fuck him.

I don't want love.

It's too close to giving myself up.

“I have a safe word,” I say.

His head comes away from my throat. Rich color fills his angular cheekbones. “No safe word. You trust me, or we have nothing.”

“I can't,” I say, trying to save myself from falling into his web.

His hand moves to the damp heat of my pussy, but it doesn't touch me. His hand just hovers there.

I feel the heat from him.

Between us.

“Say you agree to my vague, consensual terms, and I will dominate you as you need.”

I hate myself. I can't help myself.

“Yes.” That’s the quietest voice I've ever used.

“ʻYes, Sin,’” Chet says.

My eyes rise to meet his. “I hate you.”

He nods. “But you want this.” His gaze never leaves mine, pinning me to the spot like a dissection project.

“Yes, goddammit.”

His hand clamps over my pussy, his thumb pressing my clit like an on button. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood and suck the sound that’s something between a sob and a sigh of relief back into the depths of my throat.

“Yes, what?” His fingers dig between my pussy lips.

My breath hitches, and I threaten to slump. His other arm comes around me, snuggling me against him with a ruthless press.

“Yes, Sin,” I reply in shameful acquiescence.

Chet

I control my eagerness by the slimmest of margins. The woman I've lusted after is finally in the literal palm of my hand. My need to be inside her has my dick so hard, it hurts.

Then I hear the music I've been waiting for: my name on her lips.

“Yes, Sin.”

She is so much more submissive than I first presumed.

It makes the tip of my cock leak.

I cover her pussy with my hand and feel moisture through the cloth.

I throb.
Jesus.

I guide her to the wall, barely missing the table where I tossed my cufflinks. I shove Kandace against the wall, careful not to hurt her head, with my hand encircling her throat. Her eyelids already flutter with the ambrosia of my treatment.

“What—what are you going to do?” she asks, her voice breathy.

I squeeze a little and lean in close to her face. “Everything.” I breathe against her skin, inhaling deeply. I smell her soap, shampoo, and underneath that, the rich organic scent of her cunt. It’s a part of her I will own, like every other.

“I smell your pussy.” I growl, forcing her legs open.

“Chet, no,” she says with a frantic edge that makes me almost come in my pants.

“Yes, Kandace.”

I release her neck, and she tips forward from the loss of pressure. I use her momentum to tear her pink pants down to her ankles, and she pitches forward, automatically slapping her palms on my back for balance.

I go for center and dive between her split thighs. I jerk the sheer pink panties to one side and stab a finger inside her before she takes her next breath.

We groan together at the contact. She's so slick, exactly as I knew she'd be the first time I laid eyes on her.

Her fingers dig into my upper back, and I thrill at the small pain she inflicts. I bury my finger to the base, tapping the depth of her.

“Chet!” she whispers hoarsely, the tips of her toes on the floor and her hot palms on my back.

I bend down, my face between her thighs.

“Sin,” I correct and tongue her from entrance to clit.

She yells, and I smile against her moist heat. My teeth move with smooth assurance along one lip. I worry it with gentle urgency.

“Hurts,” she breathes.

But Kandace does not say no.

I continue until she pants, mewling my name over and over.

Sin, Sin, Sin.

It's all I hear.

“I'm going to come!” she says in a breathless shout.

“I know.” I work the other side with the hardest biting I've ever endeavored to do.

It's delicious. Deviant.

Perfect.

Her wetness pours around me. I take my fingers out of her and shove my tongue deeply inside her wet hole.

Her fingers latch onto my head, trying to pull my mouth away, but I'm too strong. She can't accomplish anything.

Hot.

“Too much, it's too much,” she whispers.

I go harder.

I feel her pussy give a little squeeze around my seeking tongue, and I know she's ready.

I stand, and Kandace half-staggers back, hitting the wall.

I drop my pants and step out of them. The ends of my silk button-down shirt flutter as I attack her against the wall.

I work out to stay in shape, to defend myself if the need arises. But it has other advantages too.

I reach for both globes of her ass and lift, using the wall as both leverage and surface.

Kandace's eyes bulge with my intent.

My dick finds her pussy as if it had sent an engraved invitation. I spread her wide as I dip the end of me into her wet center. With my toes, I push up and forward and bury all of me in one sliding press.

A breath whistles out when she's fully impaled on my prick. My head dumps forward, pressing against her shoulder.

She screams. “So good!”

“Yes,” I groan, jerking higher, burying myself as deeply as I dare.

I dare more.

Fingers digging in, I spread Kandace further. My prick fights its way inside her, and gravity assists me.

She gasps. “Too big, Chet... you're too big.”

I know I am. I smile.

She's as tight as anyone I've ever been with. Tighter maybe. But Kandace King will be broken in my way.

Her arms drop over my shoulders, and I fuck her deeply, as quick as a pinned women can be sexed against a wall.

I stroke up hard—once, twice. When I'm sure her pussy has the slick, tight feeling of giving, I throw her arms above her head and vice-grip them together.

Her breasts come high and together and my forearm holds her still as I surge into her again.

My mouth covers a nipple, and I bite on my next thrust.

Kandace yells and comes hard.

She pulses around me in a hot squeezing around my cock, and I can't hold back. I come from the ground up, shooting inside her as she hugs around me.

I hold her against the wall and rock into her until I'm too flaccid to be held inside.

I let myself fall out, and I drive forward into her body. My hands come to her ass again, and her arms fall around my shoulders as I carry her to where her bed lies through a partially open door.

“Mine,” I say softly, and my teeth find her shoulder. A quick nip, and her head lifts.

“You're a teeth man.” Her languid voice sounds drugged, her large dark eyes half-lidded with spent lust and untapped desire.

I shake my head slightly, my hair falling across my shoulders.

“No, I'm so much more than that.”

*

My eyes mark where I've been on her body.

Each spot I touch, smoothing my fingertips over the proof of my hands, body, and teeth.

I pull her legs apart when she tries to close them to my scrutiny. I part her pussy lips, see my cum sliding out of her, and take a finger up to her swollen clit. The inside of her pussy is a bright, used pink—swollen.

“Stop. I think you've done enough,” Kandace says, trying to pull away.

I drop on top of her, catching my weight on her bed with my elbows.

“It will never be enough.” I push a strand of hair behind her ear and lay a soft kiss behind it. I unravel the rest of her long hair from a knot the size of a rodent on top of her head.

She laughs self-consciously. “I was going to work out.” She lifts a hand to fix her hair, and I trap it with my own.

“You have,” I say with a straight face.

“God, have I.” Her eyes find mine.

I'm struck anew by her beauty—as though I haven't been mesmerized all along. Kandace is different from me, yet the same. It's what first attracted me. That, and the obvious personality.

Women who are outwardly assertive many times make the best submissives.

Kandace King vehemently rejected me more times than I could count.

Of course, that made me want her more, but I don't think that was her goal. She was simply running scared.

Our chemistry is that powerful. On some primal level, she resists because she's aware of it.

I don't resist. It controls me, and I allow it.

Her long dark hair appears soft but has a slightly coarse texture as I squeeze it. Kandace gazes at me with brown eyes that consume the precious real estate of her face.

Her skin is a true light coffee. My pale skin is a whip of cream against the darkness of hers.

I move my hips until my nakedness is against hers.

Her eyes widen. “God, is that you? All hard and that—already?”

She laughs.

I do not. My eyes hold hers. “Yes. And all that. Very much that.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” she asks, regarding my unsmiling face.

I plow my fingers through her hair and hold her fragile skull. My dick gives a single hard throb at the thought of reentry.

“Let's find out.” I dip my head and kiss her full lips for the first time.

Kandace writhes, parting her knees as I take from her mouth as I took from her pussy just moments before.