Free Hard to Serve: A Hard Ink Novella by Laura Kaye Page B

chuckle was so sexy.
    “You here to play tonight, or are you just taking things in?” His expression was interested, and Mia’s stomach flipped. Because Master Quinton was hot and funny and big .
    “I was hoping to play,” she said, meeting his gaze.
    “You interested in learning my other superpowers?” He grinned, his expression full of a playful smugness.
    She laughed. “Maybe I am.”
    “Come with me. Let’s talk,” he said, taking her hand. He led her toward the same side of the nave that Kyler had, but instead of turning down the hallway to the little nook with the couch, he led her across it. And the fact that she couldn’t look at that couch—that she feared that she’d be reminded of her time with Master Kyler or, worse, see him there now with someone else—told her that maybe she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to please Master Quinton the way she should. Disappointment slinking through her, she inhaled to fess up.
    “Master Quinton?” came a man’s voice. And not just any man.
    The big Dom beside her turned. “Master Kyler. I didn’t know you were in tonight.” The men shook hands.
    “Yeah,” Master Kyler said, his gaze finally landing on Mia. His eyes were totally on fire, but she couldn’t tell if it was passion or anger that had him so wound up. Awkwardness settled between the three of them until Mia’s face was hot. She ducked her chin.
    “You know,” Master Quinton said, dragging a hand through his light brown hair. “I just remembered a thing. I’m very sorry, Mia. Please accept my apologies.” He kissed her on the cheek.
    “Of course, Sir,” she said.
    Master Quinton clapped Kyler on the shoulder. “See ya later, man.”
    And then it was just her and a kinda pissed-off looking Master Kyler. He wore angry well. As in, the harshness of the set of his jaw and the tight press of his lips and the narrow cut of his eyes—they were all hot, especially coming from a Dom. But she didn’t understand it.
    “Um. Hello, Sir,” she finally said when he didn’t say anything.
    “Mia,” he said, his gaze raking over her. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.” His voice was like gravel, rough and strained.
    “Thank you. Are you okay, Sir?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “I don’t…I don’t know.”
    “Do you want to sit and talk?” Mia asked, concern for him flooding her.
    Suddenly, Kyler pinned her to the cool wall. He braced his hands on either side of her head, and he was erect against her belly. She wanted to drop into a crouch and take him into her mouth. “Do you want vulgar honesty or watered-down politeness?” he asked.
    The promise of those words made her core clench with need. “Vulgar honesty.”
    He nailed her with a blue-eyed stare. “I don’t want to sit and talk. I want to fuck. Hard. I want to be aggressive. Maybe I even want to be a little mean.”
    Mia’s heart was suddenly a runaway train in her chest. Because, sign her up! She let out a shaky breath. “That sounds…like someone’s going to have a good night,” she managed.
    Kyler dropped his head to her shoulder on a groan. He knocked his forehead against the bone there once, twice.
    “Did I say the wrong thing?” she asked. Because he was totally confusing her.
    “That’s just it, Mia. I don’t know.” He lifted his gaze to hers again.
    “How can I help?” she asked.
    For a moment, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and when he opened them, it was like he’d centered himself and made some kind of resolution. “Are you game for what I just described?” He fingered the chunky silver-and-gold choker she wore around her neck.
    Heat swept over her, her body already answering, already preparing. “Yes, Sir. I am.”
    He gave a tight nod and backed up a step. “Let me show you the room I have in mind.” Taking her hand, he led her down the long hallway that shot off the side of the nave. She wasn’t sure if this was still part of the church building or something else, but she