The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle (47 page)

“Fuck, yes,” she screamed, long and drawn out.

Keeping his hold tight in her hair, he continued to thrust up into her as her screams echoed a complete loss of control. Total freedom. Grunting, he bit his lip and focused off his pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

Her pussy clamped like a vise against him, and as moisture dripped onto his sac, heat roared up his spine, stripping his control. He smacked her ass and then pushed against her chest, sending her onto her back. Moving onto his knees, he grasped her one leg and raised it over his shoulder, then pushed the other leg open with his thigh. He reentered her with one quick stroke and then he rode her hard.

Her gaze widened, almost crazed with pleasure. She gripped his biceps with her fingernails and her lips were parted wide as sensual moans spilled over him. Moving his hips rapidly, he thrust into her, purposely brushing against her G-spot. Beneath him, her breasts were bouncing under his thrusts, treating him to one helluva view. Unable to stop the impulse, he grabbed one, squeezing it tightly and then pinching a nipple.

“Oh, yes!” she screamed.

Her tight heat spasmed around his shaft, and he didn't have the ability to refuse his needs. He pushed forward, leaning against her leg, and then he unleashed all his strength onto her perfect overheated body.

He took her ruthlessly, and she began shouting sounds every Dom loved, noises of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. Each slap of skin against skin made his balls tighten as pins and needles crept up his spine. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her cheek, but he didn't relent. The sucking sounds from their love drove a feral need inside to possess this woman.

Tonight, her body belonged to him.

Sexy moans poured from her mouth, and her eyes were lost in a frenzy of euphoric bliss. Her tight cunt offered him a glorious ride, all but begging for his seed. As he thrust forward, her sex went into strong convulsions around him, ushering in his climax.

The sensation rose like a fever in his body, slowly building until the need enveloped him. He witnessed her eyes widen as his cock hardened further and grew bigger inside her. Then, as quickly as he'd spotted her reaction, she exploded beneath him, her pussy massaging him and calling for his release.

With a roar from deep in his soul, he bucked and jerked, as his semen burst from his cock with such speed he couldn't manage to keep his eyes open. He simply lost himself in wave after wave of pleasure that rendered him into a state of incoherence.

Only when he heard her soft chuckle and felt her squirm beneath him did he even attempt to regain the strength to move. He forced his weak arms to hold his weight and looked down to her. She was breathless as she said, “I think I've officially died from orgasms.”

He chuckled with her, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “Then I've done my job quite well.”
Since that pain in your eyes is gone, sweet one
.

A wrinkle marred her forehead. “Is that what this is to you, a job?”

The anger in her voice was clear-cut. He rolled off her and gathered her to his side. In vanilla terms, what he said would be insulting. In his world, though, it was true. As her Dom, he'd done right by her. He'd left her happy and satisfied, as well as cleared her pain away for a little while:
a job well done
.

Leaning his head up off the pillow, he brushed his nose against hers. “Ella, if someone paid me to spend my days fucking you, I wouldn't complain.”

The hardness in her gaze softened, as did her voice. “Has anyone ever told you that you have odd word choices?”

He dropped his head to the pillow, running his hand over her damp, soft back. “Odd in what way?”

She regarded him with a nibble of her lip. “Just weird. Like you said you did a good job, as if you have a duty to me or something.”

Ah, she was smart.

He liked that.

He arched a brow. “Do my word choices bother you?”

“No.” She slowly shook her head, watching him closely with guarded, glassy eyes. “I'm just trying to get a read on you.”

He laughed, slapping her ass with a light tap, which had her giving a lovely squirm. He didn't mind that she saw deeply into him to understand there was more going on there. In fact, he thought it was attractive that she was clever. But explaining his sexual interests and that he played at Club Sin wasn't anything he wanted to get into now. He needed to understand more about Ella first, besides that they connected on a sexual level. “Why don't you save the interrogation for tomorrow over breakfast?”

She gave him quite the sweet look with raised brows. “Isn't this the time I'm supposed to get up and go to my own bed, since this is not a dating type of arrangement? Isn't that how one-night stands usually go?”

He brushed her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear, quite taken with her. “This is the time that you relax in my arms and go to sleep. We're going to be friends, Ella, so you're going to have to learn to deal with my wanting to be around you.”

With a loud snort, she pushed up against his chest and gave him a stern look. “Are you always this bossy?”

He couldn't fight his smile. She looked cute annoyed. “Ella, I just fucked you, so I can't see why sleeping in my bed and going for breakfast is such a problem. Friends don't just fuck, they spend time together.” He grabbed her braided hair and tugged, bringing her mouth closer to him. “Besides, we already talked about my wanting to get to know you better and agreed to that, didn't we?”

“Ever the negotiator,” she said with a dry voice.

He barked a laugh; if only she knew. “Something like that.”

The scent of coffee drifted through Ella's nostrils and opened her eyes. She stared out at the French doors, and the sun pooled in through the windows, casting light against the hardwood floors. A squeak of the floor had her rolling onto her back, and she saw Kyler approaching her with a mug in his hand. His wet hair suggested he'd showered.

Dressed in a light blue T-shirt and dark jeans, he was mouthwateringly gorgeous. She gulped, feeling such an odd connection to him. Her entire body awakened in his presence. She didn't even know him, but there was a level of comfort with Kyler that was completely unexpected.

“How long have you been up?” she asked.

He dropped down onto the mattress next to her, staring at her with those gorgeous eyes. “Long enough to make you horrible hotel coffee.” Smiling, he offered her the mug. “I saw at dinner last night that you took one sugar, yes?”

She sat up against the fluffy pillows behind her and pulled up the blankets, covering her chest. Then she accepted the cup, inhaling the rich aroma. The coffee smelled strong, but she liked her coffee powerful.

As she moved against the pillows, getting more comfortable, her body ached, especially between her thighs. It hurt in that good way.
Hell
, she hadn't ached from a night of hot sex in a very long time. Actually, she couldn't remember a time when she'd ever been pleasantly sore from sex.

She liked it.

She wanted
more
.

Over the rim of her coffee cup, she stared at Kyler's sexy smile, which looked way more dangerous in the daylight. She considered what he'd said, and she couldn't believe he'd been watching her that intently to notice what she'd taken in her coffee.
Good grief
, was this man not only smoking hot, but sweet, too?

If Kyler didn't show a flaw soon, she might resort to pinching herself to wake up from this incredible dream. To add moisture to her increasingly dry throat, she sipped her coffee and
hummed in happiness.

His eyebrow arched, a move that suddenly seemed attached to her hormones. “Not too bad?”

“It's strong, but I like it that way.”

“Good.” He cocked his head, giving her a curious look. “Where's your room key?”

“My dress has a little pocket on the side, and it's in there.” She placed the mug against her lap. “Why?”

He approached her dress on the floor with his fluid gait, and within a second, he pulled out the key card. Then he looked to her with those eyes that were far more powerful than she'd realized last night.

Oh, hell, he is hot!

All he did was stand there, but desire rushed into her. She squirmed against the mattress and her nipples puckered against the soft sheets. His eyebrows rose with his devilish grin, as if he was reading straight through her. “Go have a shower. I'll get your bag so you can change. We don't want you to suffer the walk of shame back to your room.”

She gripped her mug tight, fighting against the pull of arousal begging her to go to him. “The walk of shame?”

“Where everyone knows you had wild sex with one of the groomsmen.” He laughed, likely at her horrified expression. “What's your room number?”

“Two hundred and twelve,” she replied, feeling her cheeks warm. God, she had done that, hadn't she? But really, she couldn't care less. She'd had the best sex of her life with Kyler last night. He'd made her orgasm, not once, not twice, but three freaking times.

She felt giddy inside, like the slightly awkward girl who'd managed to gain the attention of the hot quarterback. She'd always been okay with who she was, being a bookworm and a homebody, and she liked herself. In fact, she'd always thought she'd been born in the wrong era. Where women dressed down nowadays, she'd always worn dresses inspired by the fashion of the 1950s, and she never went out of the house without her hair done. She didn't think she was vain; she simply liked looking pretty in high heels and cute dresses.

Standing at the end of the bed, he gestured toward the bathroom. “All right, I'll go get your stuff. Enjoy your shower.” Hardness appeared in his gaze. “Use the strawberry-scented shampoo.”

She took another sip of her coffee and then chuckled. “You used strawberry-scented shampoo?”

He crossed his arms over his thick chest, looking ever the more powerful. “That would be very unlikely. I brought my own from home, but that strawberry one the hotel offers will smell delicious on you.”

She wondered if she should be more offended that he told her to do things, but somehow it didn't bother her. Really, was it so awful that he liked the smell of the shampoo and wanted to smell it on her?

“All right. Will do.” She placed the coffee mug on the night table next to her. Feeling empowered by last night, she pushed the sheets off and stood in front of him totally nude.

His gaze did a full dance over her body, stopping at the junction between her thighs. “Your cunt looks nice that way.” The naughty words had her mouth dropping open, but warmed her right down to her toes. The heat roaring through her only increased as his piercing eyes lifted to hers. “Bare, with only that strip of short hair—very nice.”

“Thank you, I think.”

A possessive edge that made no sense rushed across his features. “Keep it like that, all right?” His gaze drifted to between her legs, and a low rumble rose from his chest. “It's pretty.”

Her pussy was pretty?

She nearly laughed, not having ever thought that part of herself could be described in that way. But if he liked the strip of hair there, and if it turned him on, then that certainly worked for her. “Okay, I will.”

He licked his lips, staring at her mouth. “I like how agreeable you are, Ella. It's a beautiful thing.”

She regarded him, trying to read through those statements. He was the most vocal man she'd ever met in her life. Somehow she found a warm comfort in that. She liked how he talked to her this easily about things that were maybe a bit awkward. Feeling equally playful, she replied, “I'm ever so happy to please you, my dear sir.”

His breath hissed through his teeth and his nostrils flared. She couldn't quite tell if what she said upset him or if he liked it, but he sure reacted to it. His entire body stiffened and his eyes burned with a fierceness that had her taking a step back from all that intensity.

Matching her retreat, he took a step forward. Then he squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled
a long, slow breath. “Best you get in the shower.” His eyes slowly opened, and, oh, how they blazed. “Or I'm going to change my mind about breakfast and take you back into bed instead.”

She liked that she aroused a gorgeous man like Kyler Morgan. Striding past him, she added a sexy wiggle to her hips. She got only two steps before a sharp slap on her ass left her skin warm and tingling. Gasping, she spun around and glared.

His brow arched. “That's for teasing me, you little devil.”

Ten minutes later, and with Ella's bag in his hand, Kyler unlocked his suite. Shutting the door behind him, he could hear that Ella was still in the shower. He placed her small bag on the bed, along with his key card, and then undressed. When Ella shook that fine ass at him and called him
sir
, his dominance had awakened.

She had woven a wicked spell of desire over him. In theory, he had planned to get to know her a little more in the traditional sense before taking her again. But his throbbing cock had other ideas. Ella owned his soul, and her being naked in the shower wasn't anything he could pass up.

Once naked, he moved to his suitcase for a condom. In mere seconds, he'd sheathed his cock. His achy length reminded him how much he wanted her. A need he wouldn't dare refuse himself.

Fuck that
, he'd take her as much as she'd allow, regardless of her wanting a boyfriend or not. He hadn't experienced this level of passion since his ex-girlfriend, Mia, and he was pretty sure he'd never experienced anything this intense with her. If Mia had shaken her ass at him, he wouldn't have cared. It wouldn't have driven him to act out of pure need to possess her body. Which is exactly why he believed this thing between he and Ella was special.

Mia had moved to Seattle for a promotion with her employer. Kyler never asked her to stay. That ended their yearlong Dominant/submissive relationship. He had wanted this with Ella—a woman that made him feel a dominant pull to her.

While he knew he hadn't had enough of Ella, regardless of her hesitation to be in a relationship, he also wasn't blind to the fact that his sexual practices were out of the norm. He couldn't give up Club Sin. But could Ella accept his BDSM preferences and join the exclusive
dungeon—even if things between them were casual?

He wasn't sure.

Though Ella had submissive tendencies and seemed to enjoy the naughtier side of sex, that didn't mean she'd allow herself to go to a BDSM club. Without knowing Ella better, Kyler wouldn't bring up that in conversation.

Time will tell…

With the beams of the bright sun warming his flesh, he made his way to Ella. Once he entered the fancy bathroom with marble on just about every surface, the steam from the shower thickened the air.

He approached the large glass shower stall, zeroing in on Ella's body. The doors were covered in condensation, so he couldn't see her clearly, but he could see an outline of her, and his cock responded at the sight. With his muscles quivering to grab hold of her, he grasped the door handle, and then opened it as the steam came wafting out.

Ella turned to him with soap suds covering her breasts.

His muscles became rigid watching the water running down her breasts, washing away the soap dripping off her puckered nipples. Her hard nipples didn't make sense, since the shower was steaming hot.

Aroused, are you?

Her hair was soaked and slicked back, and Ella was gorgeous when wet. Unable to take his gaze off her, he immediately went to her and pressed his body against hers. Her damp skin was a delight as she angled her head back, looking to him with playful eyes.

“Didn't you already have a shower?” she asked.

He rubbed his cock against her stomach to prove his point well enough. “It seems that I can't get enough of you.”

She stared at his mouth. “What if I said I can't get enough of you, either?”

The little vixen was becoming bold, was she?

Just how bold could she be?

Running his hands along her wet back, he murmured, “Tell me what you were thinking about when you were in here without me?”

“I was thinking of you touching me”—she leaned away and circled her nipple with her fingers—“right here.” Then her hand drifted lower, between her thighs, and her mouth parted on
a sigh. “And most of all, right here.”

“Right
where
?” he asked through a clenched jaw.

She paused. “On my pussy.”

“Licking it?”

“Yes.” She continued to swirl her clit.

He tangled his fingers into her hair. “What else?”

“Fucking it.”

Bringing his mouth to hers, he kept his kiss within her reach, but hesitated. “Is that cunt nice and wet for me, Ella?”

“Yes.”

Sir
—again, the word seemed to belong there. Kyler yearned to hear it, almost aching for her to address him with respect. The desire dazed him, nearly making him part his lips and demand she say it. Instead, knowing he couldn't shed that light so soon, he sealed his mouth over hers. She followed the command of his kiss, as if she'd been made for him. Her lips matched the path his took, and her tongue carved across his in a seductive dance.

Breaking the kiss, leaving her breathless, he spun her in his arms. He pushed her farther under the water and placed his arm across her chest, lightly gripping the front of her neck. “Go up on your toes.”

She shivered and raised herself up, and then he gripped his cock, finding her entrance from behind. With a low groan, he easily slid up into her heat. Her moan echoed his groan as he quickly thrust up into her. Ella's head fell back against his chest, allowing him to cup her breasts.

Water trailed along her skin, inviting him, and he licked the stream of water off her neck before he bit her flesh. He squeezed until he reached her nipples, where he pinched the taut peaks. Her legs trembled against his and he wrapped an arm around her middle, then pumped his hips,
hard
and
fast
.

Her moans had been delicious last night. In the shower, they were louder, and he rather enjoyed it. Driven by need, he thrust into her and worked her nipples, tweaking them. Then he lowered his touch to her sex and he played with her sensitive bud. Her breath hitched under his hard swirl, and his cock reveled with her quivers.

Fuck yeah
, he was right there with her.

Her body against his was perfection. The sounds she made were the sweetest noises. The
way she responded so incredibly under his touch fed the dominant part of his soul.

She lit him on fire.

He pressed against her clit and she hissed through her teeth. Needing to take her deeper, he lifted her leg, tucking it over his arm. Now positioned at her side, and with her spread wide, he continued to thrust up into her, biting the knee he'd hooked onto his arm.

Heady sensations rushed across his shaft and clenched his jaw, as the water ran down her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she gave a drawn-out curse. Then she looked to him, and she wasn't being shy with her grunts and hisses. Her dark eyes held his in a powerful spell.

She was beautiful, all wet, with her long hair hanging over her breasts, and he was captivated. Pure masculine need overtook him. He held on to her hip, and moved
faster…harder
.

Under her rosy cheeks and dilated pupils, he grunted as hot pleasure sped through his veins. “Damn, you're beautiful.”