As if he fucked her wrong? Damn, if she didn’t know how to douse the flames enraging him.
Holly slapped her palms against his shoulders. When her hands started propelling every which way, he realized she was close. So close. A man looking for revenge could’ve been a real dick right then.
Of course, he had a lot to lose if he pulled out and let this moment slip away.
“Please, Kit. Now!” She gasped. “I need to come now!”
Hell’s fury. She was impossible to please.
He bit down on his lip. God help him, if he hadn’t needed to get off once more himself, he might have deserted her right then, shown her who was boss and why the women in his bed before her paid attention to the principles he taught.
Then again, past lovers were his submissives. Holly made her demands crystal clear. She was no man’s bitch—a slang term she’d rudely abused whenever Domination and submission was brought up for discussion.
At one time, he planned to punish her appropriately for disrespecting the lifestyle and those anxious to step back into the life. Now, he wouldn’t have the chance.
With the thought, he throttled her again with uneven strokes, working his cock from side to side, tapping her wherever his dick could reach and growing uncomfortable by the full rubber he had yet to shed.
Suddenly, Holly reached her peak. “Right there. Yes! Oh yes! Hmm…perfect! Get off with me!”
As soon as she tightened around him, his balls throbbed. His cock was hot with semen, a flood of his juice building and building. There was something to be said for the second time around.
Violent tremors zipped through Holly’s body. Her orgasm took hold. She gasped and laughed, writhing under the pressure, gripping his arms with a tighter clasp as her nails dug into his flesh.
She bucked like a wild animal as her breasts bounced, and she parted her legs just a fraction wider. He shoved her knees toward her chest and seized her thighs. Grinding against her, he screwed her like a capable man should, taking control and claiming the woman who’d not only betrayed him but also twisted a knife in his brother’s back, too.
Damn her for this unexplainable emptiness brewing inside him. Fuck her for making him want her more than he needed his next sip of air.
Her tight pussy trapped his cock. She flexed her vagina, triggering a multitude of vibrations.
Ah hell! He still wanted her. He yearned for her, and the truth behind his need was frightening. He was afraid of what he’d miss if he didn’t have this!
Her pulsating cunt milked his dick, thrumming as the narrow channel closed around his penis. Sweet sensations traveled over him, and he jerked as he thrust, screwing her with every drop of energy he had left. “God, yeah, Holly,” he muttered, filling his condom to overflow with what should’ve been spilling inside her pussy.
“Right there,” she said dreamily, dragging her long fingers through strands of hair. “We’re good together. Aren’t we, tiger?”
“Shh,” he said, collapsing in her arms, his dick resting inside her. “Give me a minute.”
“A minute is all you may have,” she said, kissing his neck. “I’m in one of my moods again today.”
“I see that,” Kit remarked. When the hell wasn’t she a super freak in bed? Lately, the more sex he or Kemper gave her, the more she demanded from them.
/> “Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy me.”
“Then stop acting like you have to fuck around the clock in order to be content,” he grumbled, rolling away from her. With his arm folded against his head, he listened to ragged breathing—hers more than his.
Kit realized what he had to do. The emotional tailspin sent his heart racing faster than the aftermath of sex. He felt used. He had been betrayed, and betrayal wasn’t something he handled well.
Without a doubt, Holly had always been in this relationship for the wrong reasons. She was in it for the money just like every other woman he and Kemper shared in the past.
“What is wrong with you?”
As if she cared. There was no compassion in her voice, nothing to indicate she really wanted to see what was eating at him so they could find the root of the problem and work forward from there.
Kit left the bed. He reached for his pants, took out his cell phone, and slapped the small device against the comforter. “Why don’t you read all about it for yourself? Maybe then you’ll understand why I want you to pack your bags and get out.”
As he stormed away, he made up his mind. He wouldn’t look back. He wouldn’t turn around if she asked him to stay.
Too much was gnawing at him. Too much was driving him insane. Topping the list were nagging questions left unanswered.