GAGE

CHAPTER TWO

"Wicked? But why?" I breath out, nervous and strangely excited at the same time.

The prospect of experiencing whatever he has in mind scared me, but there was another emotion present too. An emotion I didn't want to be feeling. Thrill.

"Trespassing in the hallway and coming to my room without my permission, there are certain rules of the club that must be followed, love," Gage rumbles in his deep exotic voice.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to intrude, I was just looking for my friend."

He frowns at this, "Friend?"

"Yes, she headed up the stairs with a blonde bloke and I just wanted to make sure she was alright as she is a bit tipsy," I explain.

His dark blue eyes dilate and become a shade darker. My eyes get wide, watching the change in them. After a few beats they return to normal making me wonder if it was all my imagination. He finally responds with a knowing smirk, "Don't worry she's in good hands."

"But-" I'm cut off before I can question him on how he can ascertain that she is indeed alright.

"Now, before we begin for the night, I want to know your name."

I consider lying but my expression must have given it away because he narrows his eyes, daring me to lie to him.

"Kiera," I mumble, giving in.

He squeezes my waist and his eyes soften in return.

"Kiera," he repeats as if testing out the word, causing a shiver to run down my spine, loving the sound of my name rolling off his tongue.

"How old are you?"

Again I debate lying and his hand on my waist tightens in warning.

"Twenty-one," I reply reluctantly and even though I badly want to ask how old he is, I don't. I didn't want to come across as interested. I had every intention of getting out of here soon.

He looks relieved with my answer and before I can analyse on what has him looking content, he continues talking, dragging my attention back to him.

"I'm Gage."

I nod my head in acknowledgement and don't reveal that I had already heard his name from before. Instead, I try to figure out his age and draw a quick conclusion, studying his manly features, that he must be in his mid or late twenties.

"Now time for our wicked night, love," he says with a devilish glint in his eyes.

"No, it's not time for anything. I didn't mean any harm, I'm going to get out of your hair now," I say adamantly.

"Even though you stumbled upon the roam by mistake, I cannot simply let you walk out of here, love. We must adhere to the rules," he says firmly, not giving me an opportunity to back out.

“What rules?” I rasp, my body buzzing with anticipation and nerves.

“You're going to get a wicked lesson.” Gage replies, eyes turning dark with hunger. "Now go get on the bed."

“Bed?” I squeal, pushing away from him.

He follows my retreat, inching towards me with the confidence of a predator.

A confidence I desperately wished I'd had right then.

My heart starts hammering in my chest at the meaning behind his words and erotic images of us rolling around in bed flood my mind. Silently cursing, I wrack my brain for a plan out of here.

I consider screaming as plan A and open my mouth to call for help, but his chilling words stop me, "This room is soundproof Kiera, do as I say now and your lessons won't mount."

Going for plan B, I consider fighting but judging from his strong built he could easily overpower me.

Therefore, as a last resort I decide to fight dirty and lift my knee up sharply, aiming for his crotch. But, he blocks my attack with lightning reflexes. His hand latches on to my knee before it can come in contact with his body.

Stunned by his agility I stand frozen, staring at him with wide eyes.

"I see I got a feisty one. Alright, more lessons it is," he says with intense eyes and a wicked smile.

My heart skyrockets in my chest but he doesn't give me anymore time to panic as in the next instant we're next to the bed and I'm dropped in the middle of the grey silk sheets.

I gasp and quickly roll over, trying to get off on the other side but he grabs onto my ankles and flips me on my back. Then, he's on me. His weight holds me down, trapping me beneath his solid body.

Gage quickly grasps my hands in one of his and locks them above my head, making my back arch and my front to press more firmly against him.

My mind registers our intimate position and a blush breaks out across my skin. My pert breasts flush against his hard chest; my legs trapped beneath his strong thighs and my hips against his hard ones, causes my nerve endings to ignite in flames.

My breathing turns haywire as I try to wiggle away from the incredible foreign sensations, but that only causes my breasts to rub against his solid chest, pebbling my n*****s to hard points from the friction, and my hips to grind against his hardness, sending a jolt straight to my core.

A moan tumbles past my lips at the new sensations overwhelming my body. Gage's eyes darken with desire and he captures my mouth in a plundering kiss. His lips are hard and passionate against mine; I try to stay still, to reason that I know nothing about him, but desire overrules my brain and I kiss him back tentatively, having no idea what to do as I have never been kissed before. His tongue starts stroking my lips seeking entrance and I deny him, clamping my mouth shut, already heady from the kiss. But he has no plans of backing down, his free hand is suddenly on my exposed stomach from my top being ridden up, tracing over the skin of my belly, circling my navel and dipping a finger inside.

I gasp at the rush of pleasure in my core and he takes advantage of my open lips, not wasting a second as he plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth and explores every inch.

Gage's taste is intoxicating- a minty taste- that has me feeling drunk and high. He sucks on my tongue, urging me to explore his mouth. I glide my tongue against his and over the roof of his mouth, hungry to savour his taste.

When I'm almost out of breath I am stuck with the sudden realisation that this is my first kiss, with a stunning male like Gage. And I imprint it to memory, relishing every second.

Gage finally tears his mouth from mine, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth before letting go. His eyes roam over my face, probably taking in my flushed cheeks and red lips.

I lay there panting, while he has no trouble breathing normally. Staring up at his magnetic eyes, I recognise two intense emotions- possession and lust. I gulp and look away, not wanting to decipher his strong feelings.

"Let me go," I rasp; my voice lacking conviction.

He chuckles, the sound manly and enchanting. "But your body is screaming otherwise, love."

My eyes fly back to his, failing to comprehend his accurate judgment of my body's intense desire for him, desire for this to go further. "I'm never letting you go Kiera. Besides, we're just getting started. I still have to dish out extra lessons for trying to cause me bodily harm."

Before I can continue with my half hearted protest his hand on my stomach pushes my top up, revealing my ribs and black lacy bra before letting them rest on my collarbones.

I'm not overly endowed in the curves department and I blush at his scrutiny of my modest sized breasts.

At his intense, raw, hungry gaze, my breasts rise and fall harder with my rapid breaths and my n*****s turn to sharper points.

"Beautiful," Gage mutters in a voice thick with lust.

My heart skips a beat at his words and I bite my lip, too scared that I would voice him to touch me.

Luckily, I don't have to. His fingers pull the cups of my bra down, pushing my breasts up, like an offering for him to take and oh boy, he took.

His mouth latches onto my left n****e and suckles deep while his hand kneads my right breast, testing its weight on his palm, caressing the soft flesh, rolling my n****e between his thumb and forefinger before tugging sharply.

Gage's mouth torments me the same way as his fingers. His tongue circles my n****e before his teeth tugs on the hard bud, eliciting a moan from my lips. He laps up the sting with gentle strokes of his tongue before releasing it and latching on to my right breast, giving it the same treatment, while his hands worship my other breast.

With every tug, bite, roll and squeeze, I feel myself getting wet, feel my panties getting drenched and feel an ache deep inside my core, wanting, no, needing, something to soothe the ache.

I have never felt such an intense fire before and I was scared that only Gage had the power to it, to ignite my dormant body, and I also somehow knew only he could extinguish the lava burning deep inside my body and send me to the clouds of abyss that I never wanted to get down from. It scared me that he had such authority over my body when I didn't even know him.

If this is the wicked lesson he wanted to teach me, why do I never want it to end? Why do I want to give him the key to my body?

Gage lets go of my breast with a loud pop, bringing me out of my thoughts and back to the present. He trails kisses between my breasts and up my collarbone to the side of my neck. My skin heats and tingles wherever his mouth touches. He breathes in deeply before biting down on the side of my neck, not hard enough to tear the skin but with enough pressure to leave a mark. I whimper at the slight pain but he soothes it with strokes of his tongue before sucking on the tender flesh. He lifts up after many toe curling moments with a soft kiss on the side of my neck and admires his work.

"Perfect," he says with satisfaction.

I frown at him, "What?"

"The hickey is perfect. It stands out on your creamy skin."

I feel my eyes widen in shock. Not only did this man give me my first kiss, he also gave me my first hickey! Oh snap! How am I going to explain that to Ava?

"A hickey!" I snap, wanting to scream and shout at him but more at myself for liking his mark on me, however temporary it may be for.

He has the nerve to chuckle. "Yes, part of the lessons you keep adding for yourself."

I narrow my eyes at him, having had enough of the delicious havoc he has racked on my body. I open my mouth to demand to be let go of but my words die in my throat as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and I am gobsmacked with male hotness.

His body is ripped to perfection. Broad shoulders, hard pectorals, flat stomach rocking six amazing packs, a trail of dark hair starting below his navel and ending on the top of his jeans.

"Like what you see?" He asks in a teasing voice.

I feel my cheeks heat as I realize I've been staring for too long to be considered appropriate and pull my eyes back to his.

"I've seen better," I mutter with fake confidence, even though I've never seen a more perfect living, breathing, shirtless man before. The only ones I've seen being on the tele and magazines but he didn't need to know that.

Gage's eyes darken dangerously, becoming almost black and a deep growl rumbles from his chest.

I go rigid with sensations, his sudden demeanor turning me the hell on, making me feel hotter and wilder; and before I know it his fingers are un-snapping my jeans and ripping them down my legs.

With firm hands he spreads my thighs apart before dipping his head between them and breathing in deeply.

I'm trembling with fervor when his charcoal black eyes meet mine from between my legs and fixes me with a hard stare.

"Don't ever lie to me, Kiera," Gage says darkly.

Having no idea how his eyes change to vivid colors, I chalk it up to lighting, lust and anger. After all, it is said that the human eyes express emotions vividly.

I manage to nod and try to keep my breathing under control.

Satisfied, he places a kiss right on my core, stunning my heart and causing it to skip a beat. I feel the scorching heat of his mouth, like his lips are caressing my bare center, even with the thin material separating my center and his lips. As he nuzzles his nose between my folds, I blush beet red and squeak, trying to pull back but he locks his hands on my stomach and holds me in place.

"You smell incredible. I can't wait to taste you, love."