DIRTY LITTLE SECRET: THE FORBIDDEN COLLECTION

Chapter 004

Kira’s POV

The scent of s*x still lingered in the air when he scooped me into his arms, my body limp and satisfied but not nearly done. I was leaking his c*m down my thighs, wrists still tingling from the cuffs, and my head resting against his bare chest as he carried me down the hall.

“Where are we going?” I mumbled, dazed but giddy.

He didn’t answer. Just opened the bathroom door with his foot and stepped into the steam-filled space. The shower was already running, water pouring down in a thick, hot stream.

“I’m not done with you,” he said simply.

He set me down on the stone floor, our feet wet as the mist kissed our skin. The room was lit only by a dim golden wall sconce, casting shadows across his chiseled frame. My eyes dropped to his c**k, still thick, already hardening again.

I barely had time to react before he spun me around and pushed me gently under the spray. The water hit my back in a torrent, washing away the sweat and slickness between my thighs, but not the ache.

Never the ache.

He stepped in behind me, wrapping one strong arm around my waist and pressing his body against mine. His c**k nestled between my ass cheeks, teasing.

“You’re a mess,” he murmured against my ear, letting the water cascade over both of us. “I marked you. Inside and out.”

“I liked it,” I breathed, head tilted back against his shoulder.

“I know.”

He reached for the body wash, pouring a generous amount into his palm. His hands moved over my chest, slow and deliberate, rubbing the lather into my skin. He massaged my breasts, thumbs circling my n*****s until they stood stiff under the suds.

“You’re so f*****g soft,” he groaned. “Like silk under my hands.”

I moaned when he pinched a n****e between two fingers, twisting just enough to make my knees buckle.

He turned me around, water dripping from his lashes as he looked at me. “Get on your knees.”

I dropped without hesitation.

Water soaked my hair, running down my face and body as I looked up at him through drenched lashes. His c**k stood hard and proud in front of me, and I licked my lips before taking him in my mouth.

He hissed the second I wrapped my lips around him, hands going to my head as I took more and more, until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged around him, tears mixing with the water on my face, but I didn’t stop.

“f**k,” he groaned, hips jerking. “Your mouth… your f*****g mouth.”

I bobbed my head, sucking harder, tasting the faint remnants of our earlier f**k on his skin. He guided my movements, thrusting slowly, letting me control the rhythm.

“You’re going to make me c*m,” he growled.

I moaned around him, the vibration making him grunt. But just before he tipped over the edge, he pulled out a string of saliva connecting my lips to his c**k.

“No,” he said, panting. “Not yet. Stand up.”

I did, legs shaky but eager. He turned me around again, pressing my palms to the slick shower wall. I arched my back, presenting myself to him, the spray of hot water bouncing off the tile and hitting us from the side.

“You want it again?” he asked, rubbing the head of his c**k along my swollen slit.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

With a deep growl, he slammed into me again from behind, filling me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, my cheek pressing to the cool tile as he began pounding into me, fast and rough, water slapping against our bodies.

His hands gripped my hips, nails digging into my flesh as he f****d me like an animal. There was nothing gentle now, just raw need, carnal hunger, and the slap of wet skin.

“You like being used like this?” he snarled. “f****d in the shower like a dirty little w***e?”

“Yes!” I gasped, each word punched out of me with every thrust. “I love it!”

He leaned forward, one hand wrapping around my throat, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel the rumble of his growl in my ear.

“I could f**k you all night,” he whispered. “Every room in this house. On the counter. Against the wall. Even outside if I wanted.”

“Do it,” I gasped. “Use me.”

He tightened his grip on my neck, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make me dizzy with lust. His c**k drove deeper, finding that spot again, over and over, making me cry out louder with every slam.

“You’re going to c*m for me again,” he growled. “I can feel you tightening.”

I was. God, I was. My body was begging, trembling, teetering on the edge.

“Please, let me”

“c*m,” he ordered.I was shattered.

My legs buckled, but he held me up, still f*****g me through the waves crashing over me. I screamed his name, fingers clawing at the tile, body convulsing around him.

He didn’t stop.

He wasn’t done.

He spun me again, pinning me to the wall now with his body, and lifted my leg high onto his hip. His c**k found me again, sliding in easily now that I was soaking wet and trembling.

“I want to look in your eyes when I fill you again,” he said.

He kissed me hard, hot, possessive, deep, as he started to move again. This time slower, but deeper. Every thrust felt like a promise. A claim.

“I’m going to c*m inside you again,” he murmured against my lips. “Mark you all over again.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Do it. I want your c*m inside me.”

He groaned, forehead pressing to mine. “You’ll be leaking for days.”

“Then f**k it deeper.”

His mouth crushed mine again as he f****d me harder, deeper, hips slamming against mine as I clung to him, wrapped around him.

And then he was cumming.

With a feral growl, he held me tight, c**k buried to the hilt as he emptied himself inside me, pulsing, throbbing, hot and thick. I felt it flood me, mixing with the water, dripping down our thighs.

We stood there in the spray for a long moment, panting, arms around each other.

He finally pulled back, brushing my wet hair from my face.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly.

I nodded, breathless. “Yours.”

He kissed me again, slower this time, tender, his lips soft against mine.

Then he grabbed the shampoo.

“Let’s clean you up. I’ve got another round in me.”

I blinked, stunned. “Already?”

He smirked. “You’re not walking tomorrow. That’s not a threat it’s a f*****g promise.”