Kira’s POV
I swallowed, jaw clenched. My hands moved slowly, trembling, unsure whether it was fear, anger, or anticipation coursing through me. I pulled my shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes never left me—never blinked. Just devoured.
I kicked off my shorts and panties, standing before him fully exposed, skin prickling under his heated gaze. I hated how vulnerable I felt. How seen.
But I hated more how badly I wanted him to touch me again.
He moved then—slow and calculated—stepping behind me. I felt the heat of his body at my back, the roughness of his hand sliding down my side, possessive and unforgiving.
“You think giving me your mouth puts you in control?” he whispered in my ear, lips brushing the shell. “You haven’t even begun to under
