Killer Secrets (44 page)

she tried to distract him, his finger would stroke inside
her pussy, just a bit, just enough to force her to

still, to ache for more.

"Ian, please. Please." She panted beneath the
caress, ready to cry, to beg, ready to die if he didn't do

something, anything, to ease the sensual pain building
inside her.

His finger stroked inside her again, just enough to have
her screaming breathlessly for more.

"So soft and hot. So tight and sweet." He rubbed
at the entrance as Kira felt more of her juices coating

her flesh.

Kira dug her heels into the bed, her hips arching closer.

"Oh God, Ian." Weak, desperate, her cry tore from
her throat as another finger began to play, lower,

along the snug opening to her rear.

"You've never been taken here, have you, Kira?"
The tip penetrated, just enough, just enough to tug at

the nerve-rich area with brutal sensuality.

Her eyes closed. She knew what was coming. She knew . . .

"Ian!" She screamed as his finger penetrated
deeper. Just a little bit deeper, then retreated.

His mouth covered her clit as she felt him moving,
reaching, the sound of the drawer at the bedside table

slamming shut a second later.

She couldn't place the sounds, only the soul-deep knowledge
that if he took her there, he was

possessing more than just her body.

She had never been taken anally. Seductive toys during
masturbation didn't count. The fact that each

time she had done so her fantasies had revolved around Ian,
did matter. The fact that she could feel his

fingers, now slick with lubrication, caressing her there,
that sure as hell mattered.

"You don't know what you're doing," she moaned.
"You don't understand."

Pleasure was curling up her spine in frantic fingers of
sensation as she felt his finger, slick, warm, ease

slowly into the tight entrance of her rear as two fingers
eased into the frantic, clenching entrance of her

pussy.

Neither penetration was deep, neither should have had the
effect it did. Flames burned at her, licking

over her flesh, as pleasure streaked through every cell of
her body and her breath caught in her throat.

Ian's lips covered her clit as her legs lifted, arching her
hips higher, a foot bracing on his shoulder as the

other flexed on the back of his shoulders. She was opening
herself to him and she knew it, giving him

access, giving him permission.

He groaned against her clit as he slid fingers deeper
inside her.

Kira slid her fingers from his hair, the pleasure swamping
her as she cupped her breasts, her fingers

playing with her nipples, pulling at them, increasing the
fiery sensations destroying her.

She was lost in him now. She couldn't help it. The pleasure
was too much to bear, too much to fight. She

tilted her hips higher, moaning in ecstasy as his fingers
slid deeper inside her. Not deep enough though,

not nearly deep enough.

The two fingers slid from her pussy as her own pinched at
her nipples, increasing the sensations. His

tongue, wicked and hungry, moved between the folds of flesh
to flicker over the clenching entrance to her

vagina as the finger slid deeper up her rear.

"Ian. God. Please. I can't stand it. I can't."
Her feet were braced on both shoulders now, her hips tilted

further, easing the penetration of the two fingers sliding
slowly inside her rear.

The stretching burn stole her breath. She could feel the
fingers easing inside her by slow degrees,

penetrating her, preparing her.

"It's okay, Kira." He kissed at the folds of her
pussy gently, sucked at the flesh and laved it with his

tongue. "I'll take care of you."

Her head thrashed against the bed. He was killing her.

The fingers in her rear slid deep in the next stroke, his
tongue pushed inside the gripping channel of her

pussy and Kira knew she was losing the battle.

"Fuck me!" she snarled. "Now!"

"I don't want to fuck you, Kira. Isn't there another
option?" His voice was grating, his own hunger, his

lust, thickening the tone as she cried out, the sound harsh
and desperate.

There was only one other option and it wasn't acceptable.
It just wasn't.

"Then I'll fuck you," she groaned. "Please,
Ian, I can't stand this."

His fingers shifted inside her, stretching her as they
scissored apart and caused the flames burning across

her flesh to intensify. Perspiration ran in rivulets over
her body now, soaking her flesh, dampening her

hair, as she tried to hold on to her senses.

His tongue stroked inside her pussy again, his fingers
pumped slowly inside her rear. The alternating

strokes were killing her, holding her just a breath from
orgasm and building the heat beneath her flesh

higher.

Pleasure this destructive should be outlawed. It was a
pleasure that went beyond the physical, a pleasure

that sealed a woman to the man giving it.

"Do you know the high a man gets when he takes his
woman here?" His fingers slid inside her rear again,

pumped with deep strokes as he spoke against her pussy.

Her head shook desperately.

"It's better than drugs, Kira. Knowing she's with him
this deep. That more than just her body is involved.

Knowing you're giving me something you've never given
anyone else. It goes beyond fucking, doesn't it,

baby?"

"No . . ." The desperate moan was a cry, a denial
bred from the knowledge that it was something more.

He kissed her pussy, a gentle suckling kiss at her clit as
his fingers retreated and he moved over her,

lifting her legs, holding them up with one hand at her
ankles.

The tip of his cock pressed against the forbidden entrance
of her ass. Kira forced her eyes open.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Somber, filled with
pain, his gaze locked with hers. "Is that all you want,

Kira?"

Her lips parted, the soul-deep knowledge that it stopped
here washing over her. If she denied him this,

she was denying more than the possibility that he loved
her. She was denying the man he was, and

everything she could possibly have later.

Would his love gain acceptance, understanding, of what she
was there to do? Would he see that she had

come not to betray him, but to protect him against a
decision that she knew would eventually destroy

him?

She licked her lips, feeling the sensitivity of them even
as she felt her anal tissue parting for the tip of the

crest pressing into it.

"Love me," she whispered, almost choking on the
pain now. "Please, Ian, please love me."

Her back bowed, a soundless scream leaving her throat, as
she felt the head of his cock lodge inside her

ass. Her eyes flared open, locking with his, feeling
herself reaching for him, her hands latching onto the

thick muscles of his upper arms as she placed her legs on
his shoulders and braced his weight on the bed.

"I love you, Kira." His voice was grating as he
began to work his cock inside her. "I love you."

The intimacy of the act burned through her mind. With each
measured thrust, each inch of possession, he

claimed more than the untouched entrance he was taking,
gave more than the pleasure that surrounded

her.

She stared into his eyes and saw a man who loved, perhaps
like her, for the first time. A man as wary,

as uncertain, as she herself was, but one unwilling to take
the chance that if he lost it all in a second, those

feelings would be lost as well.

He wanted her acceptance of those feelings. He wanted her
to accept his love, just as she gave hers. To

see, to feel, to understand.

As he lodged to the hilt inside her rear, stretching her,
the pleasure burning up her spine, she stopped

fighting his love, as well as her own. She soaked it in
instead, took it into her as she took the impalement

that had always been taboo with any other man.

"Perfect." He grimaced as he held still inside
her, each throb of his cock echoing through her nerve

endings as she felt the waves of undiluted sensation
beginning to gather inside her.

She was so aroused, so hot, that the juices falling from
her pussy eased along the crease beyond her

vagina and coated the area he was penetrating, further
slickening it when added to the lubrication he had

used.

When his hips began to move, thrusting inside her, it
blinded her with the brilliant arcs of light that began

to cascade around her.

Sweet Lord, it was so good. She had never known pleasure
like this. Had never felt taken so

thoroughly. With each plunge of his cock inside her ass,
her cries grew more desperate, her need for

release more imperative. It was building, stroking inside
her, overwhelming her.

"Ian!" She screamed his name, or tried to, fought
to.

"Soon," he rasped. "Soon, Kira."

"Now. Oh God, let me come now. Please God, Ian, I
can't stand—"

Her pussy spasmed, clenching hungrily as her clit throbbed
painfully. Just one stroke, that was all she

needed.

Desperately she moved one of his powerful hands, pushing it
between her thighs as he levered back on

his knees, still buried inside her, still thrusting. As her
fingers neared her clit, he beat her to it. His hand

turned palm up, two fingers plunged inside her pussy, the
edge of his palm rasped her clit.

His hips moved harder, faster. The strokes inside her ass
burned with brilliant pleasure. Hard, desperate

thrusts that powered inside her, fingers in her vagina,
stretching her, his cock buried in her ass, burning

her.

The release, when it came, destroyed her, remade her. She
screamed his name, vowed her love, her

voice torn and nearly as unrecognizable as his. His vows,
his love, poured over her with the same fierce,

heated power that his release poured into her.

Hard, heated jets of semen filled her ass. Her pussy
clamped around his fingers, her clit exploded against

the pad of his palm. She was coming, dying around him,
crying out his name as her soul opened and

accepted his.

"I love you, Kira. God help us both, I love you."

He collapsed over her, sweat coating them both, melding
them together as their ragged breaths filled the

bedroom.

Kira felt her eyes grow heavy, her body languorous. Even as
he pulled from her and eased his weight

from her body, she couldn't seem to move.

She needed to get up, maybe shower. Instead she let her
eyes close and felt herself slip into sleep.

IAN CLEANED HER WITH Adamp cloth. With another he wiped
away the drying sweat. Starting at

her forehead and working his way down, a smile tugging at
his lips as she shivered softly.

He dried her, pulled back the blankets, and tucked her
beneath them as the first full rays of the sun

speared through the slats of the shades over the balcony
doors.

He'd been up more than twenty-four hours, but hell, so had
she. He needed just a few hours' sleep, to

recharge before he forced Sorrell into the confrontation
that was coming.

He should go downstairs, meet with Diego and fill him in.
He wanted him in on this, didn't he? Both of

them in the same place. It would be like leading the lamb
to the slaughter.

Later, he told himself, ignoring the warning little cringe
that tightened his guts at the thought. Diego was

no lamb. He had made his own choices and those choices had
led him here, to this final confrontation.

He brushed the hair back from Kira's face as he slid
beneath the sheets with her. She turned into his

arms naturally, for the first time seeking him in her sleep
rather than maintaining distance between them.