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Keyonna bit hard on her bottom lip, flinching slightly. She really, really hated to do this, especially when she thought of what they’d once shared. It had been innocent and sweet, and Mark had never ever done a thing to cause her pain while they were together. It was just never meant to be. She shook her head one last time at him, her eyes apologetic.

“I’m sorry too, Mark. But no. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. And please, it’s best if you never tried to see me again, or call me. Goodbye, Mark.”

Slowly, Keyonna closed the door on his broken expression. She released a deep sigh as she moved away to head to the kitchen for a glass of water and some aspirin. The strain of the conversation had her wondering about her closing words. She’d meant it when she’d said she couldn’t be with Mark even if she’d wanted to. A bit of it had to do with the fact that she was being trapped into marriage to another. But as she searched the deepest recesses of her heart, Keyonna knew that she’d fallen into another trap of a more dangerous kind. The one which involved her heart…

Keyonna jumped when, for the second time that night her doorbell rang. What on earth? She banged down the glass of water and virtually stalked to her door and flung it open with a warning growl in her tone as she blurted, “Mark, I told you…”

Keyonna stiffened with surprise. Standing there this time wasn’t Mark as she’d thought, but Nick. His playfully cocky smile disappeared at the sound of Mark’s name.

“Mark was here?” Nick snarled, his face darkening with fury. Deciding she didn’t need this, Keyonna let out a huff and swirled round to stalk back to the kitchen.

Nick was hot on her heels, the front door banging shut after him. Keyonna rolled her eyes and chose to ignore the throbbing increasing in her skull. She went for the glass of water she’d been interrupted from drinking and raised it to her lips.

“I believe I asked you a question,” Nick said through gritted teeth, his hand closing tightly around her elbow.

“Yes, Mark was here!” Keyonna snapped, finally facing him as she spun round. Her eyes held his with her own share of anger. “He showed up moments after you drove off. Don’t worry; he didn’t stay very long.”

“Let me guess,” Nick sneered, “He was here to give his good wishes for your upcoming wedding.”

“Something like that,” Keyonna said, with equal sarcasm. She gasped when Nick grabbed her shoulders and pulled her hard against him, his face a mask of rage.

“If he touched you…laid even a finger on you…”

Keyonna felt a cold thrill slide down her spine, feeling that same sweet hot rush she got from being so close to him. It had been a shock to find him standing on the doorstep and a delayed reaction began in her knees which were starting to wobble. His hold over her couldn’t be explained and yet somehow she could guess why she was becoming more and more vulnerable to his dominance.

“He only wanted to talk,” Keyonna finally said, forcing the defiant tone from her voice. “I didn’t even let him in the front door. He…well, he tried to make one last attempt to change my mind about leaving him, but I told him in no uncertain terms that it was over and that I was definitely going ahead with my marriage to you. Needless to say, I advised him never to bother trying to see me again.”

Nick’s lips thinned in a cold smile. “I hope for his sake, he heeds that advice. I’ve warned him more than once to stay away from you and I’m a man who hates to repeat himself. The next time, I might do just more than warn him.”

“I’m sure he got the message this time,” Keyonna said with a twist to her lips. Seeing a jealous Nick would have been such a romantic, delicious buzz if she understood why the hell he could be jealous. It wasn’t like he was in love with her or anything. He’d made it clear that he’d have gladly married Rachel and had only chosen Keyonna out of necessity. He also claimed to desire her sexually so then maybe he was that type of man who hated to share his toys or whatever he felt was his property.

Reminding herself of just what they had between them and that it had nothing to do with romance, Keyonna sighed and tried to pull out of his hold.

“Just what did you come back for, Nick?” she asked tiredly, her palms flat against his chest. He merely tightened his grip, and when she made herself look into his eyes, she saw them soften with a glowing enticement.

“My goodnight kiss,” he rumbled, his dark gaze deepening almost to black as they rested on her lips. His hands slid up her arms to encircle her throat lightly, and Keyonna hummed softly in both protest and pleasure, her heart pounding faster than ever.

She felt all giddy and silly at the same time. She
had
wondered at how preoccupied he’d seemed all evening, so much so he hadn’t given her the customary kiss goodnight he usually did. She’d always felt it was just something perfunctory on his part; nothing dreamy about it but simply his gentlemanly way of reminding her she belonged to him. So how come those light brushstrokes of his lips over hers, though brief, always kept her moist and restless through the night?

Keyonna had certainly noticed he’d neglected to bestow the parting gesture earlier that night after he’d seen her to her front door, but she’d put it down to his strange mood all through the dinner.

Now, she laughed in disbelief as her eyes danced playfully. “You actually came all the way back just to get a goodnight kiss. Yeah, right.”

Keyonna knew her cheeks were flushed, and she could hardly meet his smoldering gaze as her eyelashes fluttered low.

Nick merely chuckled at her shyness, leaning down and closing the distance between their lips. “I don’t expect you to understand what it is you do to me,” he murmured huskily, right before he covered her mouth in an open-mouthed kiss that was nothing like the casual ones he’d given her in the past few weeks. Keyonna gasped, their breaths mingling as she opened her lips to welcome him. He flicked his tongue over her mouth and then dove in as he was a starved man keen for his first meal. It didn’t occur to her to resist, but then he had his hands holding her throat and keeping her in place, his grasp gentle yet possessive.

Long, passionate minutes passed before Nick drew away just a fraction, enough for Keyonna to try to catch her unsteady breath.

“Well, you’ve got your one kiss,” Keyonna said, her voice unrecognizable to her own ears. Damn but that had felt so good. Full of fire and ice and twinkles that had her belly coiling and twisting with desire. She wanted him so bad. Craved him. Wanting him was her one weakness that she was the most ashamed of. And yet she knew it was futile to keep fighting. Maybe she was tired of turning her back on what she so desperately craved.

Her eyes still shut tight, Keyonna felt more than saw his smile as he plucked at her bottom lip ravenously. “Maybe I want more,” he growled, while pressing one hard kiss after another over her now plumped lips. “You taste of temptation and of all my favorite things. You make me so hard just by looking at you. Tonight, you looked so beautiful. Every man in the room wanted to be in my place. But you belong to me, Keyonna. And I hate to share. The next time I find out that Mark or any other man tries to get too close – he’s going to have a lot of broken bones.
You’re mine
,” he growled, his grasp on her throat tightening just a fraction as he seized her lips with such a passionate frenzy he soon had her moaning into his mouth.

Her slight headache was long gone now. The heated pulsing agony had transferred to the V in between her thighs and as much as she battled with her own body, Keyonna knew she would lose. His lips on hers felt too perfect; the drill of his tongue into her mouth was too sensual and sweet to be denied for long. Her fingers clutched at his wrists and she lost herself in their mutual passion as they made love with just their mouths.

Keyonna couldn’t tell how much time passed but for all she knew the world had stood still there in the kitchen while their hunger swirled all around them in a tempest. Keyonna found that the more she kissed him, the more she craved. Especially when he now had her backed up against the island, his hands sliding down from her neck to clamp over her heaving breasts.

Keyonna gasped into his mouth, arching her spine and offering more of herself to his strong, passionate touch. His mouth moved from hers to sweep along her jaw line and then continued lower while she shivered all the more. Keyonna had heard of erogenous zones but it felt like every inch of her was sensitive to Nick’s lightest touch. He massaged her tits over her silken bodice and moan after moan escaped her throat, feeling like no barrier separated her from his skillful ministrations.

“So sweet,” she heard Nick rasp as he trailed his tongue moistly along the delicate sweep of her collarbone while he fondled her breasts with a more demanding desire than ever. “And so luscious and firm. I bet every part of you tastes and feels just as good.”

He lifted his head to pierce her with his feral gaze. “Will you trust me, my beauty?”

Keyonna shivered all over from the way he made the need swell to feverish proportions in her very womb. “I…yes. Yes, Nick,” she said, her voice firmer now.

He took hold of her waist and lifted her to sit on the countertop. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she stared into his handsome face, a slight tremble in her bottom lip as she bit down hard on it.

He watched the motion with narrowed, heated arousal. “Lie back,” he ordered, making Keyonna shiver once more as his rough commanding tone fanned the flame of her desire. Confused at how easy it was to obey him, Keyonna leaned back on her bent elbows, using them to support her as she saw him take position in between her knees which he drew far apart.

Already, he had her whole body trembling in anticipation, all the more so when she heard his next words.

“I want to make you cum harder than you ever have to show you what your beautiful body was made for,” Nick growled, hovering over her stretched out frame to suck lightly on the base of her neck. He gave her just a slight nip and yet it had her letting out a long, shaky moan.

“You’re like a drug to me and it’s not hard to see why you’ve got me hooked,” Nick rasped against her heated skin, a slight shudder running through his frame. “Keyonna…oh fuck. I’m
burning
for you; dying to get your juices all over my fingers…my face. I want it all.”

Red-hot desire swamped her senses as his words made their impact. He snaked his powerful body over hers and made the pool of wetness spread faster inside her panties.

Nick pushed one hand underneath the V of her neckline to brush aside the cup of her bra and caress one rounded, full breast. His other hand smoothed up underneath her hem to seek the molten spot at the juncture of her thighs. Keyonna’s back hunched forward the second he patted his fingers over her covered clit.
Whoa!
He’d barely touched her and already, she was ready to explode.

Her fingers sank unconsciously into his hair as his lips slid from her neck to guide the breast he fondled right into his mouth. He sucked hungrily on the dark bud, lavishing it with rough, ravenous attention that soon had it aching and hard. Keyonna melted into his hand, her body writhing achingly as he moved to the other breast. He tugged the nipple into his mouth with a firm, insistent pull while his tongue laved the tip until it tingled.

Keyonna felt his fingers rub with more pressure into her pussy, causing the folds to swell and glisten with shameless arousal. Even through her panties, she felt his bold, carnal caresses like a lash of a whip. Bucking into his hand, Keyonna tightened her grip on his hair and heard him growl with pleasure.

The sensation of light and dark flooded her brain and soon all she could see was spirals. Nick continued to alternate between her sensitized nipples, while he began to pull down her skimpy panties. Keyonna’s hips lifted as he rolled the lacy thong down her knees and then off her ankles. Almost immediately, his hand slid in between her thighs, fingers now dipping boldly to stroke her shaven mound in strong, circular motions.

“
Oooh
! Oh my…oh God,” Keyonna moaned, instinctively clamping her thighs on his audaciously skillful hand while her whole body convulsed with ecstasy. His touch on her bare flesh felt like a bolt of lightning crackling through her body.

“Ssh, baby. It’s okay,” whispered Nick against the curved underside of her breast. “Open for me.”

Her brain clicked into submission the same time her knees bent and lifted, both her feet pressed flat on the surface of the counter as her thighs fell open. She heard Nick’s harsh groan which told her he liked how she was spread wide, his body stilling as he stared down at the most secret part of her. The flush on his cheeks and the dark gleam in his eyes made it almost impossible to catch her breath.

Her body started to tremble as Nick leaned down, his face just inches from her sex as he breathed in deeply. “Intoxicating,” he murmured, before he brushed a thumb against her stiff and swollen clit. Keyonna cried out.

She could barely hold her eyelids up as she felt his searing gaze on her face, felt him ease one finger into her pussy. Her tightness and heat clasped hold of that finger and she heard his breath hitch as he must have felt the sensation. A low, deep groan echoed in his throat, and he began to move his fingers deeply in and out while his thumb strummed her clitoris. Keyonna’s eyes glazed over, her head tossing from side to side as she let out a silent scream of ecstasy.

She felt him slide in another finger to join the first, and she almost shattered into tiny shards of bliss. He hooked in on her g-spot and wouldn’t let go, shafting her with those wedged fingers until all she became was a shaking mass as desperate sounds tumbled from her mouth.