18. Kinsley

18

KINSLEY

I awake with my face plastered against a naked chest. I know before I even open my eyes that it’s Tiberius who’s holding me. My face heats as the memories from the night before overwhelm me. Not the killing. But the way I attacked Tiberius. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I cry out as I swallow.

“I have some cold water for you.” Tiberius rolls out of bed and grabs a bottle of water from a small thermos bag. He uncaps the bottle and hands it to me. “Take small sips.”

My throat is still sore from yesterday and feels swollen, but the cold water helps tremendously.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I say.

He laughs. “Sweetheart, I’m not sorry.”

“Good, because I’m not really,” I admit with a slight smile. “I thought I was supposed to apologize.”

My eyes rove over his form. He’s gorgeous, his body a masterpiece of toned muscle and black ink. His sex is concealed behind a pair of black boxers, though the fabric doesn’t hide his size. I can’t help but lick my lips as I watch his cock twitch and grow even longer and thicker.

“Kinsley,” he growls. “Never apologize for taking what you want from me.” He gives me a wicked grin.

I blush as I pass him back the bottle of water. He places it on the nightstand before climbing back under the covers with me. I don’t resist when he tugs me into his arms. I shudder when his large hand grasps my bottom and holds me firmly against him.

“I am so sorry he hurt you, Kinsley. I wanted to rip his head off.”

“Let’s forget apologies today. Just keep holding me.”

He kneads my bottom before his hand slowly travels over my hip down to my thigh. He hooks my leg over his hip and presses his dick at the juncture of my legs. I shiver with pleasure.

“Jock took Nine down in the office,” he says, his lips brushing against my collarbone. “They made a mess.”

“Good,” I whisper, even though I’m not entirely sure why.

Tiberius nuzzles into my neck, softly kissing the bruising along it. He trembles in my arms as I slide my fingers into his hair and hold him against me. I ache for him and find it difficult to stay still. Of its own accord, my pussy starts rubbing along his penis. He feels so good right where he is.

“I haven’t done anything like this with anyone else,” I admit.

His eyes find mine. “You shouldn’t be doing anything now,” he says, his voice husky and soft.

“I want to know what it feels like when the ache bursts into fiery pleasure with you inside of me.”

His whole body vibrates as he holds my gaze while he nuzzles against my breasts. My hardened nipples poke at the thin material of my tank top. When Tiberius nibbles on my sensitive buds through the material, I release him, desperate to yank my top off over my head.

He rolls me to my back, his pelvis wedged between my legs. I rock my hips up into his thickness, moaning in delight. Tiberius cups my breasts and takes one into his mouth. I shout and arch into him as pleasure shoots straight between my legs. My pussy throbs and feels swollen as I move against him. I need more. So much more.

“More! Oh God! I need more of you. Tiberius, take my panties off.”

“Fuck!”

His body leaves mine, and he makes quick work of my lace panties. He kneels between my spread legs and stares at my pussy.

I arch and moan. “Touch me. Please.”

His eyes land on mine as he shoves his boxers down. Out pops his huge cock. It’s a beast, and I want it all. I grip his arms and pull myself closer until my pussy presses against him. His eyes roll back before he tackles me down to the bed. His mouth searches and finds mine. I immediately open and taste him. Our tongues slide together and our teeth clash, but neither of us break free.

I’m completely wrapped up in his arms. The moment the tip of his cock presses between my legs, I moan into his mouth. I capture his gasp. It sends me wild. I rub myself against him uncontrollably, wanting him inside me, needing him. I’m on the peripheral of something potent, and I can’t stop chasing it.

Tiberius tugs his mouth free and lowers his face to my chest. With one large, tattooed hand, he holds my breast as he licks and nibbles my nipple. His other hand kneads and tugs on my other breast. He takes his time, lavishing love on each one before moving downward. He kisses my belly button and then my mound. I don’t take my eyes off the sexy man.

“Have you had anyone between these legs?” he asks as he lightly touches me.

“Oh!” I throw my head back and arch upward. “No. Never.”

With those words uttered, I find my legs tossed over his shoulders and his mouth on my pussy. He licks and sucks and nibbles and fucks me with his tongue.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair, and I scream his name. I press and rub against his mouth as pleasure explodes. My nipples tighten to hard peaks and goose bumps cover my body, but the pleasure pulsing through me is incredible. Tiberius doesn’t stop until tiny ripples of delight run through me.

He grins and moves up my body. He kneels, takes his dick into his hand, and jerks off. Long streams of thick, creamy semen shoot across my belly and breasts.

“That’s the best fucking orgasm,” he groans, coming down to lie on top of me. He winces. “Fuck, sweetheart. I made a mess.”

“You can wash it off me in the shower,” I suggest, my throat scratchier than ever. “I don’t think I should have screamed.”

“No. Give me a minute, and I’ll get you water and some painkillers.”

I drop my hands lower and dig my fingertips into his firm butt. “I want to touch you all over.”

He groans. “I’m going to be walking around with a permanent hard-on.”

“Next time, will you come inside me? I want to feel you.”

Shuddering, he lifts his face to mine and presses his lips softly against my mouth. The kiss is sweet and full of meaning.

“Not until you’re eighteen. We shouldn’t have gone this far. But I won’t take your virginity until then.”

I grin. “We can do this a lot until then, right?”

“My dick might just break off if we do this a lot.”

I roll my eyes. “As if.”

Then I remember why I went rushing into his office yesterday to begin with.

“How is your throat?”

“Much better since I took the painkillers.”

“Good.” Dressed in black pants and a black shirt, Tiberius lifts me from the chair and sits down with me on his lap. “I need to tell you about the dinner with Rossi. I didn’t eat, but there was a meeting beforehand.”

I caress his whiskered jaw and wait for him to continue. He takes my hand and kisses my fingers.

“Rossi wanted me to hand you over to Edge. I refused. He decided I would hold an eighteenth birthday party for you, to which they would all be invited. Cannon, Xavier, and Cleo Edge will be in attendance to meet you, along with Rossi. If I want to keep the peace, as I do, then I must accept this compromise.”

“Don’t I get a say in anything?”

“I wish you did, but it doesn’t work that way with Rossi.”

“I’m scared, Tiberius. I feel like everything we have right now, in this moment, is going to disappear.”

He brushes a sweet kiss across my lips.

“I will protect you.” He kisses my forehead. “I promise.”

“You can’t promise me that.”

“I’m no longer playing nice. I broke off the engagement to Veronica.”

My head pops up. “Really?”

“Rossi broke the agreement we had. I want no secrets between us, no matter how painful. You mean the fucking world to me.”

“I don’t like the world you are part of. It’s dangerous. It killed my parents.”

“Cannon Edge killed Jude and Anna because of his anger over what his father did. It has nothing to do with the world we are in.”

Tiberius tangles his fingers in my hair and presses my head against him. “I need to know if I am what you want?”

I sense his unease at the question, so instead of mumbling my answer against his chest, I raise my face to his. Softly smiling, I cup his face. “I know I’m younger than you?—”

“By eighteen years.”

“—but I want you. I love being naked with you. I feel safe when I’m in your arms. I imagine doing filthy things to you.” I smirk, feeling his reaction to my words beneath my bottom. “You’ll have to wait until I’m eighteen to find out what they are. So, yes, I want to be with you.” I frown. “If you touch another woman from this point forward, I will never forgive you.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t want anyone else. I didn’t want Rossi’s daughter.” He kisses me softly. “I just need me to be what you want. I will protect you regardless.”

“I only want you, and if you weren’t so adamant I had to be eighteen for filthy business, I’d get on my knees right now and prove how much I want you.”

“Fuck, Kinsley! We have a meeting with the lawyer, and I’m sporting a hard-on.”

“I can do something about it.” I wiggle my brows.

“Ugh!” He stands with me in his arms and helps me to my feet, letting me slide down his body and feel every hard inch of him. There is a lot to feel. The ass smirks, knowing damn well what he is doing to me.

“Salem will drive us. Jock is coming with us too.”

I nod and straighten my blouse. The moment we are downstairs, Nine steps into view. Tiberius places his hand on my back.

The scary man clears his throat and looks annoyed. “I want to apologize to you. I never meant to hurt you. It was a reflex action. Maybe next time, shout through the door before entering.”

“Is that supposed to be an apology,” Jock scoffs.

Nine grimaces and gives Jock the finger. “Kinsley, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Apology accepted.” I grab hold of Tiberius’s hand and don’t let go.

I don’t miss Nine’s gaze land on our joined hands. It’s like a lightbulb goes off in his head, and he smiles.

“I get it now,” he mutters.