Page 65 of Plug and Claim

“Yes.” He delivered the word in a deep, powerful voice.

Kira’s head lolled forward. “This is…not what I want.”

“Isn’t it?” he whispered. “But why else would you be here?”

She lifted her chin slightly to meet his gaze. “I only came to your office…to kill you.” There was a flicker of conviction in her eyes, but it vanished as he thrust his fingers in, hard and cruel. Her eyes fluttered shut as he repeated the motion, withdrawing to rub and stroke before forcing his fingers in again.

Damn, she felt exquisite. His hand was slick with her juices and the edge of his shirt cuff was dark and damp.

“Kill me?” he asked. “Somehow, I don’t believe you. If you wanted to kill me, I’d already be dead.”

“I tried,” she protested, her words barely audible as she clutched his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he sped up, relishing her gasps of surprise.

“You tried? Oh, pet…if you’d put half as much effort into killing me as you did sucking my cock, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Her body convulsed with anger, but he had her trapped. His eyes widened as he witnessed the storm building in her as her breasts rose with ragged breaths.

“Yes, pet. That’s it…”

He half knelt, half stood, kissing her neck as he thrust his fingers into her again and again, making her cry out as the heavy chair shifted bit by bit.

God, how he wished it was his cock pounding into her right now.

And after all, why not? He rose to his feet, grabbed Kira by the hips and pulled her towards him, hovering over her as he aimed his erection at her entrance.

“No!” she yelled, her eyes wide with horror when she realised what he was doing. “Don’t!”

He froze.

“You ruined my initiation,” she went on. “I…I don’t want you.”

He ignored the way her comment stung. She was on the cusp of release, and one way or another, he was going to drive her over the edge.

He pushed her back against the chair and buried his fingers inside her. “You want revenge.”

“Yes,” she breathed, grabbing his wrist as if to stop him but making no move to push him away. As he moved in and out of her, her head tipped back in surrender.

“How’s that working out?” he smiled.

Kira didn’t return his smile. “You killed Hayley and Ana.”

He paused. “It’s my job to find and eliminate the last of the royal line.”

“The nine tails,” she breathed, her gaze darting to the wall behind his desk before staring at him in horror.

It almost made him feel guilty.

“Hayley and Ana were never found,” she said, a flicker of hope in her eyes, as if she hoped his soul could be redeemed.

It was a flicker of hope he was about to crush. “I presented my father with a scarf made of their tails—eighteen in total. He’s rather fond of wearing it.”

Kira turned a shade of green, and it made her moans of pleasure all the more satisfying.

She was so close.

He leant close to whisper in her ear, easing his fingers in and out of her clit. “Barbara, my taxidermist, outdid herself.”

Kira turned her head, bringing her face so close he felt the brush of her lips against his neck. “You deserve to die.”