Ruin by K.L. Taylor-Lane

Author:K.L. Taylor-Lane [Taylor-Lane, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K. L. TAYLOR-LANE
Published: 2023-10-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Charlie

Hand clamped over his mouth, I drag Kazimir backwards, away from the restroom. My booted feet silent on the carpet, his large body falls back into me, his feet unsteady. Using my elbow to push down on the door handle, I wrench him into the dark storeroom. Kicking the door shut and spinning us around to slam him face first into the wood.

The dark space is illuminated with an emergency exit light above the top of the door, luminous green splitting the darkness, shadowing us with a green glow.

Hips pinning his, his back heaving with breath beneath my chest, my hand planted on the door beside his head, the other gripping his chin, jerking his head over his shoulder. I lean into him, my lips brushing his, breath sailing through his flaring nostrils, blowing over my cheek.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” I whisper over his mouth.

Breathing him in deep, cigarettes, mint, leather, rich, heady birch, it has my eyes closing, nose twitching. I lick my lips, catching his own with the tip of my tongue. He groans softly at the contact, my hard dick pulsing where it digs into his arse through his trousers.

“I just saved you,” I whisper against his mouth, his tongue darting out to get a taste of me, but I pull back, just enough that he can’t reach me.

My hand on the door slides down, resting on the top of his head, fingers sliding into his warm brown hair, fisting at the root. I grind my pelvis into him, his body slowly melting against the wood of the door, like he’s falling into it.

“Say ‘thank you, Charlie,’” I chuckle, biting into his bottom lip, a low moan grunting from his throat. “Say it,” I hiss, biting him as hard as I can without breaking the skin. “Say it, filthy boy, or I’ll make you beg.” I smirk against his cheek, using my grip in his hair to knock his head into the door, once, twice, three times, thud, thud, thud. “You’re not going to?” I whisper, pouting my bottom lip, he groans, panting through his parted lips. “Say, ‘thank you for saving my pathetic arse, Master.’”

Kazimir tries to push back against me, rolling his hips, his hard cock probably painful where I pin him to the solid surface of the door.

Releasing my hold on his chin, I graze the back of my hand down his outer bicep, his forearm, and even through his suit jacket, I can feel his muscles tensing. I let my cold fingers ghost over the balled fist of his hand. Brushing over scarred knuckles.

His breathing gets harder, the rise and fall of his back knocking into my chest as my hand slips between our flush bodies, my back arching just enough for my hand to work its way between us. Hand gliding up his back, over his shirt, beneath his jacket. He sucks in a sharp breath as my hand lowers, a single finger teasing just along the waistband of his trousers.

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