Chapter 19 19

Chapter 19 19
Karin's POV
An hour later, he pulled me up the sidewalk by the hand. “My car is parked around here.” He turned and took me into his arms, kissing me aggressively, and I smiled against his lips. The way we had laughed and talked over dinner tonight reminded me of the Rien I remembered—the man on the plane who had been interested in everything about me and my life. As if he felt it too, we had nearly made out in the middle of a crowded restaurant. He wasn’t wrong; this attraction was insane.

“Hurry,” I whispered against his lips.

It was one thing to go out to dinner with a gorgeous man—it was another to imagine myself under the table, sucking his dick the entire time.

I didn’t know if it was that he had told me I was the best sex he’d ever had, but… damn it, I wanted to blow his frigging mind. I was desperate to get him naked. I wanted to be that girl he had turned me into in that hotel again. I had missed her.

We turned the corner, and I saw the big black limousine parked by the curb. I stopped still.

“What?” He frowned.

“The limo is here?”

“Yes. So?”

I stared at him for an extended moment.

He rolled his eyes and opened the back door. “Get in.”

I climbed in, and within two seconds, he was in the car, straddling me with my dress up around my waist. The security screen was up, giving us privacy. His cock was hard, and he grabbed my hip bones, guiding my sex back and forth over him as we kissed. His hands were on my behind, then trailing up and down my back as my body found a rhythm of its own.

His eyes were dark, and his fingers dipped into my panties, sliding them through my flesh. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I could blow just by feeling this beautiful, hot pussy.”

I began to rock down on him with force, searching for a deeper connection, and his jaw hung slack as he stared up at me. I didn’t know what kind of nympho pills someone had slipped into my drink at dinner, but I found myself on the floor between his legs and unzipped his jeans with force.

He hissed as I pushed him back into his seat and spread his legs aggressively.

Our eyes locked, and I licked the end of him, tasting the pre-ejaculate as it oozed from his head. He cupped my face, and I took him deep down my throat as he clenched. “Fuck,” he growled in a whisper, his stomach contracting. “Fucking hell, Karin.”

I began to fist him hard, and he lurched underneath me. He was going to come.

I wanted him to come hard, quick… and unbridled. I needed to own him tonight.

Pleasing him made me feel good about myself, and this new version of Karin was someone I liked. I wanted to keep her.

“Karin,” he growled, grabbing a handful of my hair. “We’re home.” He pushed the lock down on the door just before his driver tried to open it.

I scrambled to the seat, and he zipped his jeans up as we both panted, gasping for air.

What the hell? This man made me an animal.

He turned to me and smirked as he fixed my hair. “Let’s just get to the apartment, shall we?” He kissed me tenderly; his lips lingered over mine as we stared at each other.

“It’s good to see you again, Karin Ellis,” he whispered.

I licked my lips as I climbed back over to straddle him. “It’s good to taste you again, Adrien Vale.” I rocked my sex over him, and he grabbed my hip bones and held me still.

“Stop,” he commanded. “Stop now.”

I put my lips up to his ear. “I want you to blow your load in your car,” I whispered before biting him. “Fuck me right here.”

“Jesus Christ.” He pushed me off and opened the door in one swift movement, and the driver dropped his head as he pretended not to notice.

“Thank you,” Adrien said as he pulled me out and marched into the building.

We got into the elevator, and the attendant stared straight ahead. I was panting, dripping wet, and my sex was throbbing.

I was a hot mess.

Adrien’s eyes were dark as he stared straight ahead at the closed doors.

God, I needed him.

The doors opened, and he pulled me out by the hand. Our lips were locked, and he walked me into his apartment backward. “Isn’t this how we got into the room last time?” I smiled as he lifted me.

“Similar.”

He put me down, and I looked around, my heart dropping. “What the hell, Rien?” I whispered in shock.

“What?” He frowned.

“This is your house?” I asked as my eyes scanned the room.

His lips dropped to my neck as he licked and sucked down my collarbone; he was completely preoccupied.

The apartment was huge and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows and the lights of Los Angeles twinkling everywhere I looked. Lamps were strategically placed to give a warm feeling. I had never been anywhere so beautiful… or foreign.

The floors were a light timber parquetry, and luxurious velvet and leather furnishings filled the space. The living room had a fireplace with a huge gilded mirror hanging above it and a beautiful antique rug.

“Stop looking at the apartment, and look at me.” He grabbed my face and dragged it back to his.

I stared at him.

“What?” he murmured.

“This apartment.”

“What about it?”

“You come from a different world than me,” I whispered.

“Who cares?” His eyes held mine. “I want you, and you want me. What else is there?”

Our kiss turned desperate as he slammed me up against the wall and tore my dress from my body in one quick movement. I pushed his jacket over his shoulders and grabbed his T-shirt, lifting it off, then unzipped his jeans and he kicked them to the side.

We stared at each other, both in our underwear, both panting, both craving a deeper connection.

It was like Christmas morning… only better.

Next, I was being dragged through his apartment and thrown onto the bed. He tore my underwear from my body. His hungry gaze dropped down the length of me as he drank me in.

And there it was—the heat that this man created with his stare could light up the earth. The way he looked at me was something I had never forgotten.

He lifted my legs and put them around his waist, then began to slide his thick cock through my swollen flesh.

A sexy smile crossed his face as he looked down at me.

His lips took mine, and our kiss deepened. “I remember how every muscle deep inside you felt when your body rippled around mine.”

I smiled up at him in wonder as I ran my fingers through his stubble.

Please don’t be any more gorgeous. I won’t be able to deal with you at all.

“But it was the way you kissed me that I remember the most.” My eyes searched his. “How did I kiss you?”

“Like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss me.”

He slid in deep, and my heart constricted. I brought my legs higher. “Maybe I had.”

We stared at each other, his body inside mine, and even though I knew this was just sex and it meant nothing, it felt intimate and special… more than it should.

Stop it. Stop overthinking this.

“Are you going to keep jabbering on, or are you going to fuck me?” I teased to lighten the moment.

He chuckled, pulled out, and slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs. I cried out.

Oh… dear God. I think I had just woken the devil.

He pumped me with his knees spread wide, harder and harder, and with every slam he lifted my legs a little higher and a little wider.

He held himself still, then circled deep inside me. My head tipped back to the sky as I lost all coherent thought. “Oh God,” I whimpered as his teeth grazed my neck. “That’s so good.”

He kept up the delicious movement as his thumb circled over my clitoris. My body began to shudder, and he grabbed my face, bringing it to his.

Our eyes locked as my body arched and writhed beneath him.

“Look at me while you come on my cock,” he commanded as he straightened his arms and put my legs over his shoulders. The change in position deepened him inside me, and I convulsed as he slammed into me. His body began to take mine at piston pace, and I gripped his arms as I stared up at him.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Fuck… fuck…” He tipped his head back and cried out as I felt the telling jerk as he came deep inside me.

We were wet with perspiration, and he bent and tenderly took my lips with his.

My heart raced out of control as I stared at the ceiling, gasping for air.

His head rested in my neck, his lips trailing along my collarbone.

What the fuck was that? That wasn’t sex—that was an apocalyptic event.

I was ruined.