Obligation (Underground Kings 2)

“Oh, God,” I moan, holding on to his hair.

“Not God, Myla,” he growls against my pussy, his teeth and tongue bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Kai!” I cry out, squeezing my eyes closed.

“Who’s your husband, Myla?” he growls, burying two fingers inside me.

“Oh, God.”

A loud slap sounds in the room as a sting tingles the skin of my thigh. My eyes fly open and I look down at him.

“Not God. Who’s your husband?”

“You are.”

“What’s my name?” he demands.

“Kai,” I whimper as his fingers move more quickly, curling up to hit my G-spot.

“Oh yeah.” His mouth latches on to my clit, and I feel my body light up as my orgasm rocks through me.

My clit pulses in beat with my rapid heart rate. I squeeze my legs together as my thighs begin to shake with the intensity of every feeling coursing through my body. I look down at him as he lifts his mouth away. Then he wipes his chin on the inside of my thigh. I take a trembling breath, and my body relaxes back onto the desk, unable to hold myself up any longer.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning over me, taking my mouth in a deep kiss before I have a chance to answer.

“Awesome,” I whisper when he pulls away.

He helps me sit forward, pulls my shirt off over my head, and then unhooks my bra, tossing them both to the floor. He then chuckles, leaning me back against the desk when he realizes that my body is of no use to me right now. I hear the soft whoosh of material and open my eyes just in time to see his shirt hit the floor. I look back up at him, and his hand lowers to his pants, undoing his belt and button then sliding them down. For the first time, I see how truly beautiful all of him is as his cock springs free then bounces against his lower belly.

He wraps his hand around his girth and pumps up and down, with his eyes locked on me. “Open up,” he grunts as his hand runs up the back of my calf then up over my knee, pulling my legs apart.

I spread my legs, and he hooks his arms under my knees, pulling my ass to the edge of the desk. My legs wrap around his hips as my thumb runs over my oversensitive clit, making me jump.

“Easy, love,” he whispers as I feel the head of his cock sliding over my clit then down, and I feel the crown press in as his head lifts and his eyes lock on mine. He slowly slides inside me. “TU Kai,” he rumbles, sliding out then back in. My thighs wrap tighter around him, and my hips lift off the desk so I can take him deeper.

“Yes,” I hiss as his hands go under my ass and lift me into each of his thrusts.

I move my hands up over his abs, feeling the strength under my palms then sliding them farther up over his chest and around his neck. His hands wrap around my waist, holding me in place as his thrusts speed up.

“I’m going to come again,” I whimper.

His mouth comes down on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I kiss him back then feel the waves of another orgasm close in, so I turn my head and, without thinking, sink my teeth into his shoulder. He roars as his hips jerk before planting himself deep inside me. I wrap my legs and arms tighter around him, not wanting to lose the connection. Not yet.

“Are you okay?” I whisper after a moment.

His head comes away from my neck, and his eyes lock on mine. “I had no idea,” he says after another moment of silence.

“No idea what?”

“No idea that, when I married you, I would end up with this.” He presses deeper into me. “I knew when I told you we should try to make this work that I wanted it to, but I didn’t realize how important it was going to become to me. The idea of being without you is almost unbearable.”

His soft-spoken confession causes warmth to spread deeper, but then I realize what set him off.

“I forgot all about you being served. I’ve been so caught up with us that I haven’t even thought about anything,” I confess, watching as understanding fills his eyes.

“They’re ruined now,” he smiles, and I realize that the papers are still under me and covered in us.

“Ewww.” I frown.

“We just consummated our marriage on our divorce papers.”

“That’s very caveman-ish.” I shake my head.

His smile softens, and his eyes search mine. “How are you feeling?”

“Happy.” I run my fingers through his hair, and his eyes turn lazy.

“We need to get just enough clothes on to make it to our bedroom.”

“Why?” I ask, feeling my eyebrows pull together.

“Because we’re going to spend the rest of the day in it making up for lost time.” His head dips and he licks up my neck. “I really need to be better acquainted with my wife’s body.”

“Okay,” I breathe, pressing my thighs tighter around his hips.

“Hold on, love.” He nips my neck and leans back, watching my face as he slides out. The endearment causes those ribbons of warmth to wrap tighter around me.

“Oh no.” I close my eyes and cover my face. “No, no, no…” I shake my head. I can’t believe how stupid we were.

“Myla, what is it?” He pulls my hands away from my face and looks down at me, frowning.

“We didn’t use protection, and my birth control ran out.”

“We did use protection.” He smiles before pulling out completely.

I watch him pull the condom off, tie the end, wrap it in a tissue, and throw it away. I let out a silent, Thank God. This situation between us is complicated enough, and I cannot imagine adding kids as a factor.

I let out a breath and sit up, watching as he fixes his pants before coming back to me with his shirt. He opens it up, helping me put it on. He leans in, and his fingers go under my chin, tilting my head back and locking his gaze with mine.

“I would like you to get back on birth control. I almost didn’t remember to use a condom, and I have a feeling it’s going to be difficult to stay prepared.” His hands run up my inner thighs before curling around my waist.

I think about how amazing it felt having him in me and how much better it would be if we didn’t have anything between us, and my legs tighten.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes. “I can imagine it too, sliding into you, feeling your hot, wet heat strangling my cock while your nails dig into my back.”

“Kai,” I whimper at the image then squeak when he lifts me. My arms go around his neck, my legs wrap around his hips, and his hands go to my ass.

“Hold tight.” He opens the door to his office then quickly walks to his room, taking me into the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up, and then I’m going to have a closer look at your tan lines.” He sets me on the vanity.

“You’re obsessed.” I laugh, remembering all the times he has brought them up before and how strange I thought it was at the time.

He walks over to the shower then looks at me over his shoulder. “For months, I’ve had to look at them from afar, watch your skin darken, knowing that parts of you would forever be creamy white, and those parts are the best ones. So, yes, I’m fucking obsessed with your tan lines because I know that no one else will ever be able to see them but me.”

He starts the shower then comes back to me, his hips going between my legs. My breath is still paused from his words, and I let out a harsh exhale as his hand comes up and his fingers run along the underside of my jaw. Then they move down to trace my collarbone and farther down between my breast before undoing the buttons of his shirt to spread it open.

I look down at myself, seeing what he’s seeing. My breasts are pale, along with my lower stomach and hips. His finger traces the outline where dark meets light before going lower and doing the same along my stomach, making my muscles contract as his fingers run over my skin.

I take my hand and place it over his, admiring the contrast in our colors. He grunts, pulling me from the counter with his hands under my ass, carrying me into the glass-enclosed shower. As soon as we enter, the spray of warm water engulfs us, causing a moan of

pleasure to leave my mouth.

“You can’t make those noises right now—not when I don’t have a condom in here and my cock is so close to the heat I can feel coming off your pussy.” He slides me down his body, his cock hard against my belly as my feet touch the floor. “Step back.”

I do and tilt my head back under the spray, wetting my hair as his fingers work through it. Then I lean my face forward, my gaze colliding with his as he pulls a bottle of shampoo off the shelf. He runs some through my hair before he tilts my head back again, rinsing the suds clean. When I step forward this time, he smears some conditioner in my hair and starts to lean me back again, but I stop him.

“My turn.” I turn us and step up in front of him, grabbing the bottle of shampoo. I look at him, wondering how I will be able to reach the top of his head.

He smiles then mutters, “Hop up.”

I put my hands on his shoulders and hop, wrapping my legs tight around him, the slickness of our bodies making him hold me tighter to him so I don’t slide down. I reach over and grab the bottle I set down moments ago, squirting some in my hand then massaging it through his hair, using my nails to scrape over his scalp.

“Hell,” he mumbles, closing his eyes.

I smile and press a quick kiss to his lips, whispering there, “Lean back.”

He does, and I rinse the soap from his hair then grab the conditioner, following the same steps, only this time, his eyes are locked on mine as my fingers move through his hair, making the moment feel even more intimate.

When I’m done with his hair, his hands squeeze my ass once, signaling for me to hop down. When my feet hit the ground, he turns me in his arms and grabs a bar of black soap off the shelf. Holding it in his hand, he starts at my arms and slowly moves to my chest. Then he works it down over my stomach and lower to slide between my legs, where he carefully washes me. When he’s done, my body is on fire.

I take the soap from him and lather my hands up before running them up his chest, over his smooth skin, which is warm and hard to the touch. As my hands travel over his abs, I become fascinated as his muscles twitch under my touch. My eyes travel lower, noticing the bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. Without thinking, I lean lower and lick the head, the salty taste of him exploding on the tip of my tongue.

“TU Kai,” he groans, taking hold of my chin, forcing my face up to his. “Don’t test my willpower right now, makamae. I’m hanging on by a thin thread.”