Drew felt the anger pouring through him, clenching his teeth and his fists at the knowledge that Kia was giving to those two bastards what she had denied him.
The f**king whore. Whore. She was tramping herself with that half-breed Middle Eastern whoreson and that son of a bitch who had dared to warn him away from Kia.
Kia was his wife. She had come to his bed a virgin, and he would keep her. One way or the other. And he had plans to make damned certain he got his way.
Chapter 5
Kia arched and cried out against Khalid's lips as Chase's lips found her sex. He tore her panties. She felt the delicate lace rip. The air in the limo seemed to burn bright with heated lust.
Khalid's lips lifted as he stared down her body, but it was Chase's expression that held Kia spellbound.
He had her legs spread wide. One high heel was propped on the opposite seat, the skirt of her gown bunched at her h*ps as he stared at the slick, bared folds of her pu**y. The swollen lips glistened with her juices, the bud of her cl*t peeked out, throbbing with arousal, with the need for touch.
She lifted to him, uncertain why he had stopped, needing him.
"Chase." She whispered his name, uncertain now. Had she done something wrong?
His eyes lifted to hers. His face was flushed, his eyes glittered, and when he licked his lips she thought she would pass out from the arousal.
"You waxed." His voice was hoarse.
"I thought you wanted…" She broke off, hating the feeling of vulnerability, the fear she had turned him off when she had so wanted to turn him on.
"Wanted?" He reached out, his fingers running through her juices and causing her to jerk, to flinch at the incredible sense of pleasure that tore across her nerve endings. "God, Kia. You're going to make me crazy."
His voice didn't sound disapproving. He sounded hungry. He looked hungry. He looked desperate for the taste of her. He licked his lips again, inhaled audibly.
"Have we seen anything so incredibly beautiful?" Khalid groaned then, his hand smoothing down her torso, heading for the slick flesh Chase's lips hovered over.
Kia's eyes widened as Chase's fingers snapped over the other man's wrist, his eyes glittering with something she told herself she couldn't convince herself was possessiveness.
"As you wish, my friend." Khalid eased his hand back up along her body, hooked his fingers on the rounded edge of her bodice and pulled it over her breast.
Sapphire lace encased it. The half bra revealed the nipple of the exposed mound as Chase watched, hard fingers rasping over it.
"'We'll be at her apartment soon," Khalid warned him.
"Too soon," Chase whispered, his breath blowing over her, causing her h*ps to jerk in reaction, driving the flesh of her pu**y closer to his lips.
"Chase, please." She had waited, she had longed for this. She had needed it like she had never needed anything.
She watched, mesmerized, entranced, falling into a well of sensuality as his tongue distended, tucked into the folds, and licked up.
His eyes stayed on hers, but all she could see was his tongue, parting the slit, gathering her juices, and finally stroking softly, too gently, around the engorged bud of her clit.
"Chase." His name was a wail of pleasure as Khalid's fingers enclosed the bared nipple and tightened.
Twin sensations. Violent upheaval. The twisting flames ripped over her nerve endings, centered in her womb, and drew every muscle tight throughout her body.
She was close. So close. Pleasure was tearing through her as she fought to hold on to her senses. Fought and knew she didn't want to. She wanted to collapse into it, let it expand and explode through her until there was nothing left of her but the sensations building inside her.
"Chase, we're near her apartment now." Khalid spoke again, his hand cupping her breast before he eased the material back over it.
Chase didn't stop. His tongue licked, his lips closed over her cl*t as her fingers tangled in his hair, her legs closed on his head, and the flames began to whip through her. Just Chase, just his lips.
"Yes," she cried out. "Suck it. Oh God, Chase, suck it. Make me come. Make me come now."
Her back bowed and the orgasm that slammed through her ripped through her soul. Brilliant, white-hot heat, sparks, and explosions until she could see the whiplash of it behind her closed lashes and feel it racing through her body.
And it wasn't enough.
When he jerked back, her eyes opened, a whimper leaving her lips at the sight of him licking his lips, tasting her further, his eyes darker, his expression suffused with lust.
"We're here, Chase," Khalid stated, his tone without inflection, carefully spoken. "Do you require me?"
Kia watched him, watched his eyes flicker from Khalid to the flesh he had just risen from. He licked his lips again, his jaw bunching, his chest heaving with his breaths.
"I require you," he finally stated harshly before his eyes connected with hers, fierce, raging with lust and a hint, perhaps, just a hint of a challenge. "Only for the pleasure."
And Kia's lips trembled once before she smiled, reached out, and eased a smear of her dampness from his chin with her thumb.
"Only for the pleasure," she agreed.
Kia stepped into the elevator, Chase's arm wrapped around her. Khalid, strangely amused, watched as the digital display ticked to her floor.
They stepped into the quiet, elegant hall and Kia slid her key from the small inner pocket of her cloak before handing it to Chase.
He hit the security code into the wall pad, and it didn't surprise her that he had memorized the code. A second later, he was drawing her into the apartment.
The gas-fire logs were still lit. She'd left them on for comfort, something warm to ease the loneliness when she entered alone.
"Do you want coffee?" She swallowed tightly as he drew the cloak from her. "Anything?"
He tossed the garment over a nearby chair and led her through the house, drawing her unerringly into the bedroom and the huge bed she had never slept in.
"Did you share the bed with Drew?" He stopped at the doorway, staring into the large room with its king-size bed, heavy posts, and vine-wrapped metal canopy overhead.
"It's new," she whispered.
She had replaced everything in the apartment when Drew moved out—the ultra-contemporary furniture he had insisted on, the bland dark wood furniture in the bedroom, all of it.