Chap 3

Her lips parted on a soft cry, her hands finding his knees and clinging to him while he toyed with her. She was likely creasing his flawless suit, but she clutched tighter when he introduced another finger, expanding her to the brink of delightful, sweet agony.

"It appears you do." His lips grazed hers, just enough to tantalize her. To have her leaning forward for more despite the stranglehold he had on her body and her spirit in that moment. "It was unwise of you to pilfer my timepiece."

"I returned it," she moaned as he thrust his fingers into her core. The sound of her moist folds each time he stroked her was disgraceful, but all it did was escalate her desire until she was hurtling toward a blissful climax.

"Unwise," he echoed, his deep voice stroking her almost as pleasurably as his fingers. "I'll have to claim something of yours."

"What does that imply?" she inquired breathlessly, barely paying attention as her core fluttered around his fingers, milking him right as she began to plummet over that precipice and straight into rapture.

"How many men have you been with back here?" he asked nonchalantly, but his hand clenched on her throat right as he withdrew his fingers from her core, pinching her sensitive spot hard.

Her mouth fell open on a harsh cry as she climaxed. Her core convulsed, desperately seeking the fingers he'd torn away from her, but she was too far gone for it to matter. Even her vision blurred, and Kathryn could have sworn she saw stars as she closed her eyes, surrendering to the orgasm coursing through her.

"Oh, fu-"

Wet fingers were thrust past her lips and down her throat, and Kathryn choked at the sudden invasion, her cry dying in her throat. She tasted herself on his fingers and he pulled his head back just enough to scowl down at her.

"If you lie to me, it won't be my fingers in your mouth, it'll be my manhood. Do you comprehend?"

Kathryn whimpered in response, her body quivering from the aftermath of his treatment. She wasn't sure she'd ever climaxed so intensely in her life, and he'd barely done anything to her.

What on earth was that? How was that even feasible?

And why did it matter if she'd been with anyone? She didn't know this jerk, even if he'd just given her the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced.

"Clean my fingers, sweetheart. I don't want the scent of your core staining my hand." Desire surged within her at his stern words. "Clean."

Kathryn did, feeling both satisfied and eager for more as she leisurely complied with his directive.

She wanted him to know that she could have him on his knees pleading for her if she chose to take it that far, so her hands moved up his legs, kneading his upper thighs while she licked and sucked his fingers.

She gazed up at him coquettishly, and there was something in the way his eyes flickered with desire as he watched her... she'd never seen anything like it. As if he was a predator who'd finally captured the prey he'd been hunting. He was wholly focused and ravenous.

It made her want to satisfy him in any way he desired. Any way he yearned for.

"Enough," he grunted, and reluctantly Kathryn ceased, releasing his fingers. He let go of her throat and reclined on the sofa, his face a picture of cool detachment.

He retrieved a silk square cloth from the front pocket of his suit jacket, cleaning his hand before he discarded it on the ground between her knees.

Then his hand was on her chin again, drawing her gaze back to his. "Answer me, sweetheart," he murmured. That word glided over her skin like a brand and, for a moment, it lacked the usual sting.

"None," she informed him promptly.

He arched a brow expectantly and Kathryn cleared her throat.

"I mean, what's your definition of 'been with'?"

His eyes hardened, but his fingers continued to cradle her face tenderly as he murmured, "How many men have brought you to climax in here before me?"

"Oh," she said. "Definitely none." Because most men didn't have a clue what they were doing. They didn't know what she liked. What she needed.

But he did, and the understanding in that was intoxicating.

"And how many men have you let pleasure your lovely core with their fingers or their manhood while you've been working?" There was a dark undertone to his voice that hadn't been there before. One that she recognized on an instinctual level.

She'd spent her entire life around perilous men. Assassins. Outlaws. She'd learned from them since she was a child. Studied them.

And this one had just revealed himself.

She was silent for a moment, her fight or flight instincts finally deciding to kick in after basking in a post-orgasmic stupor. The damn thing probably should have alerted her to danger before he'd inserted half of his hand inside her, but better late than never.

At least she got one hell of a climax out of him before their time together was over.

What a waste. She'd really started looking forward to having her way with him tonight. But there was no way in hell she was going to start aligning herself with a freaking criminal.

She might be one, albeit a bit reluctantly, but she'd broken free of malevolent men once before. She didn't plan on falling back into that trap. Not for anything.

Men like that could never be trusted.

"I don't really think that's your business," Kathryn responded, rising elegantly to her feet. She grabbed her skirt, slipping it on effortlessly while he watched.

He smirked, eyeing her up and down leisurely as she finished dressing before he responded.

"Everything about you is my business, Kathryn."

She stiffened.

How on earth did he know her name? She hadn't told him anything personal.

Kathryn practically sprinted from the room before he even had a chance to stand, her stilettos tapping frantically as she dashed straight for Rain.

He was still behind the bar, thank God, and she practically catapulted herself behind him.