44. Kabir

Chapter 44

Kabir

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I've taken it easy on her for months. Resisted the primal urge to dominate her in the bedroom, to degrade her in the dirtiest, filthiest ways.

Happily holding back. I'd continue on like this for the rest of my life without a single complaint if it meant she was healthy and happy.

Tonight, though, she's asking for it. Practically begging me to give her the kind of depravity I crave. We're a perfect match, this woman and me. I've never been more eager to oblige.

I stalk down a narrow hallway, my grip tight around her wrist as I pull her behind me.

She laughs, giddy at my enthusiasm, I'm sure. When we pass a waiter coming out of the kitchen with an overflowing tray of food, I throw a hand over her mouth.

I take my chances and make a sharp right. Hand on the knob of a random door, I push it open with more force than necessary and shove her inside.

It's not a bathroom, though a supply closet will work just as well .

Once the door snicks shut, I press her up against it and make a meal of every inch of skin I can find. I'm rabid—a beast finally released from its cage, a man starving at the head of an overflowing buffet. I kiss and bite her neck, then trail my mouth between the perfect tits she's been flaunting all night.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," I tell her. "Fast." I cup her cunt and squeeze. "I haven't decided yet whether you get to come."

"What?" she gasps, already shimmying her arms out of the straps of the dress.

"Did I tell you that you could speak, you needy little brat?"

"No," she huffs as the dress puddles at her feet.

"No, what?"

She's naked before me. No underwear or bra. I take the opportunity to swat at her clit.

"No, what?" I demand again.

She sucks in a harsh breath. "No, Sir."

"That's my girl," I praise.

Dropping to my knees, I swirl my tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves a few times, then quickly abandon it to stand back to full height.

She whimpers from the loss but doesn't protest. Though it's been some time, she knows better. She knows her place when we're together like this.

Fuck, she's a good girl. So responsive, so pliant to my whims.

Brushing her hair to one side, I bring my lips down to her ear. "You're going to need your safe word for what I have in mind. Is it still greedy?"

She pauses, holding her breath.

My heart stutters at the reaction. "It can be anything, love." I brush a thumb over her cheekbone. "Just something you wouldn't typically say during sex."

"It's still greedy," she tells me softly.

It isn't just a word. I know that now. Greedy is her stepbrother. The man who impregnated her. Hunter swears he had no idea of her predicament—that she was pregnant, nor that she miscarried. And yet he's the source of so much of her pain. I haven't even met the bloke, and I fucking hate him.

"Very well, then. Mine is still umbrella. If you need to pause, say loot."

Once she's nodded, confirming that she understands, I capture her mouth and feed my tongue between her lips a few times so she can taste the essence of herself.

I pull back, breaths sawing in and out of my lungs. I'm desperate to be inside her, but I have to be sure.

"Are you well, love?"

She gives me an exasperated sigh, even as she toys with her nipples. She sticks out her bottom lip and pouts. "Yes. Now fuck me before I give up and take care of it myself."

I grab both her wrists and pin them over her head, and her pout instantly transforms into a smirk.

Angling low, I bite down on one of her nipples and tug. "You bratty little cum skip." I lavish the raised bud before biting across her chest and giving the same treatment to the other nipple. "You're so desperate to be filled up," I taunt. "Don't move your hands. Don't move a fucking inch."

She keeps her arms above her head, motionless, as I shuck off my jacket, unbutton my fly, and line up at her entrance.

I zero in on her and wait for her to focus on my face as well, then I tell her a truth I've been waiting weeks to admit.

"I had a vasectomy." I nudge the head of my cock against her center.

Her pupils blow out, her breath hitching.

"What?" She half laughs in disbelief. "When?"

"A few months ago," I tell her, keeping my tone even. "I've already completed all the follow-up appointments. There's no evidence of sperm whatsoever."

She's silent, her chest heaving, causing her nipples to brush against my body with each desperate breath .

"I didn't want you to ever have to doubt or worry when we're together," I confess, pressing my lips into her forehead.

When I pull back and meet her gaze, her eyes shine with understanding.

"You had a vasectomy for me?"

It's then that I slam into her. Filling her cunt. Stretching her to the max and reminding us both of just how fucking incredible it feels when we come together like this. We groan in unison, and I nearly blow my load at the way she tightens and pulses around my cock.

Holding her face with both hands, I stare into her eyes, desperate to convey the intensity of my devotion. Desperate to know whether she feels the same sense of longing.

There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her. There isn't anything I wouldn't give her.

I hold myself inside her, pinning her to the door and crushing my pelvis into the apex of her thighs, unable to get as close as my mind and body want to be. With the base of my cock, I grind into her clit over and over again and capture her by the throat, claiming her.

I squeeze until she gasps for breath. When her lips part, I spit into her mouth.

"Yes, love. I had a vasectomy for you," I whisper, making sure she knows the truth before I resume the role we both crave.

Pulling back, I smirk. "I didn't have a vasectomy for you. I had it for me, you filthy slut. This way I can unload in all your holes whenever I want."

Despite my words, her eyes swim with understanding. She knows exactly why I did it.

We hold eye contact, barely moving, though our bodies connect and seize around each other in utter carnal desperation.

"Thank you." The soft words are punctuated by a gasp, signaling that she's on the precipice .

"Come, slut," I command, reaching between our bodies to rub her to completion. "Come so hard your cunt milks me dry and I can paint your insides with my seed."

She does, and it's exquisite. She comes, and she takes me with her.