Free The Token 8: Kiki: A Billionaire Dark Romantic Suspense by Marata Eros Page A

movie...?”
    “We are real, and we are not others. I'm untroubled about not being the same as everyone else.”
    I pull away to gaze into her flushed face. When I hold her head, her face is so small that the heels of my palms meet under her chin.
    “Is this what all the drama is about? Let me put it to rest.”
    I drop my hands and move away. “I've never dated. I fuck.”
    Kandace just stares at me. “And we have.”
    My eyes go to slits, her body filling my vision like a drug, an addiction.
    “Dating will come later. If I had to wait one more minute, live through one more unanswered text—I was going to cease to exist. I tried to be patient. In the end, you caused me to be what I am right now: a starving animal.”
    I step closer.
    “Maybe once I've fucked you every day for a month we can see a movie.”
    Kandace shivers.
    I step nearer still.
    Her knuckles turn white from the death grip she keeps on the countertop.
    “But right now, I want to know your body. I need to.”
    “Well, that's great, Chet. Maybe I want to know more.”
    I grin suddenly.
    “You will.”
     
    *
     
    I tow her into a large shower that's the focal point of her small bathroom. I turn the faucet on and step in when it's hot.
    I beckon Kandace with my hand.
    She looks pointedly at my cock, which is ramrod straight with a mind of its own.
    The constraints of being male.
    I shrug.
    “I can't believe you can get hard again.”
    Kandace strips quickly.
    I want to watch the clothes fall away from her body. “Slower.”
    She exhales as though she's bothered, but I see the look in her eyes. She loves that I want to watch.
    Facing me, she hooks her thumbs into black panties that show more skin than not, now torn strategically. They slide down slim thighs with pockets of fat and muscle in all the right places. The lace skims her knees and edges down to tapered ankles. Petite feet with hot pink toenails peek out from the pooled material.
    I love the unexpected, and I know to my marrow that Kandace will never bore me.
    She steps out of her underwear, her naked slit perfectly bare. A little tuft of tight, short black curls ride above her perfect pussy lips. I can't help the hissing breath that eases out of me as I view her nakedness.
    My reaction seems to help her unveil her body. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. The cups loosen, falling forward.
    She raises her arms, and her tits are bare. A healing bite mark crescents one nipple.
    My dick surges at the sight.
    She smirks when she realizes I'm looking at my little love brand, and she flings the bra in my face as the water beats against my back. I snap my hand out, catch the bra, and toss it over the top of the shower wall.
    Kandace glides into the shower. The water hits her toes, and she shivers.
    I draw her against me then turn her so the hot spray sluices over her body.
    “What are you doing?” she asks. “What am I doing?”
    “Getting clean.”
    I kneel, and her eyes widen as I say, “Lean back against the wall and put your foot on my shoulder.”
    Kandace doesn't say anything. Soon her foot is light on my shoulder, her back against the glass block.
    I turn the soap over and over in my hands, creating a thick lather.
    I begin at her ankle, churning the suds up her smooth leg. I never take my eyes from her face as I watch the pulse in her throat.
    When I get to her inner thigh, her fingers clutch my shoulders, halting my progress.
    “I'll be sore, Chet.”
    “No.” I clean her thoroughly, my fingers so light they must feel like weighted air. I move over and back, over and back, until the water is second to the moisture of her arousal.
    Her eyes close. “Oh my god, Sin, how do you do that? How do you—how are you so brutal... then so tender?”
    Only with you. But I say nothing.
    When I can't reach any higher, I take her foot from my shoulder and move into the line of her body. My hands glide up from the bottom of her heavy breasts, and I mound them together again and again