Only Pleasure (Bound Hearts 10)

"Cameron's gone?" She breathed in roughly as his hands gripped her hips and pulled her back against him.

"The men of the club don't touch other women when they're in relationships," he told her.

Kia almost rolled her eyes. "That wasn't what I was referring to. "

His gaze met hers in the bathroom mirror. "I want to bring Khalid back, or another if you prefer someone else. "

Her heart rate spiked. "The sharing doesn't stop?" she whispered.

"Not unless you want it to. " His lips smoothed over her shoulder.

She stared back at him, and she saw that hunger raging in his eyes, reaching out to her. Flashes of memory, in the back of Khalid's limo, in her bed, raged through her. Both of them touching her, taking her.

"What—what if Khalid finds his own woman?" she whispered.

His expression became darker, hungrier. "If I had my choice, it would never be the same man, Kia. Each third brings his own strengths to any encounter. A different type of pleasure. "

Her heart was racing, and she couldn't help it, her nipples were spiking.

She watched as his lips parted, his teeth raking her shoulder.

"That's the strength of the club. A trusted member, someone who will never speak of the encounter, that you never have to be embarrassed to meet in public. Men who know a woman's body, how to pleasure her in different ways. Some are incredibly gentle. Some are rougher, some know the very boundaries of pleasure and pain. I want to give that to you. "

"Or to yourself?" Her lashes fluttered closed as his fingertips slid beneath the band of her panties. "It doesn't work that way for a woman, Chase. "

"To both of us," he whispered at her ear. "Your pleasure is mine, Kia. All of it. And I want to know all of your pleasure. "

Her head fell back against his shoulder as his lips moved to her neck, gentle kisses, rougher kisses. She felt herself sinking into that pleasure despite the confusion rolling through her mind.

"And later?" she finally asked, barely forcing the words past her lips. "Where does that leave us later? When you decide you want a woman who knows only your touch, who has no experience taking another man after you've had her? Where will that leave me?"

"Look at me, Kia. Look at me, sweetheart," he ordered her roughly.

She opened her eyes and stared at him miserably. He was asking her to accept a darkness, even within herself, that she wasn't certain she was comfortable facing.

"Do you think that will ever happen? That the day will ever come when it wasn't something I wanted?"

"Wanted, or needed?" she asked as she felt his fingers moving ever closer to the swollen bud of her clit.

He was arousing her, tempting her. And he knew it. She could see the purpose in his eyes, to make her think about it, to make her want it.

"I need it. Sometimes," he finally told her. "Sometimes, Kia, there's something inside me I can't control. That darkness, that hunger, it finds its outlet only one way. "

"And when you don't have that outlet?" she asked him.

His lips quirked. "I'll never hurt you, Kia. You know that. "

His fingers curved over her pussy, a finger sliding into the syrupy wetness gathering between the folds.

"Feel how wet you are," he crooned. "So wet and ready. Just thinking about it. "

"You want me to have sex with strangers," she moaned. "That isn't something I want, Chase. "

"Never strangers. For now, just Khalid. For now I want you to trust me. Trust me with your pleasure, baby. "

His finger slid inside her, thick and rasping as her legs parted and a moan left her lips.

"I want to watch you as I did the night in your bed. Watch you taking him, staring back at me, your eyes darkening in arousal and lust as you held on to me. I want to watch you give yourself to it, ache for it. "