The waves of pleasure rocked in tandem with the motion of the car. There was no better reminder of what there was to lose than this. The warm blanketing of Kendra’s body, bonding with my own dark desires, was enough to cause my core to be set ablaze.

Our French kisses were fiery.

Our breathing, audible and steaming the windows.

And as badly as I wanted to release the built-up energies boiling up inside of me, I gritted my teeth and held back my need for orgasm, deciding to wait and save the true punishment for when we arrived back to my place.

Pulling out of Kendra and pushing her off of me were the hardest things I had to do. Tucking the pain of arousal deep inside my pants, Kendra pulled her dress down just as Maxwell was opening our back door.

Stepping beneath the hotel lights, I took Kendra by the hand and didn’t stop until reaching the elevators. A quick swipe of the keycard and we were off, heading up to my suite.

Needing to drink her amazingness in, I couldn’t stop kissing her. I pressed her fragile frame against the metal doors, driving my hips up into hers. She mewed and moaned until the car stopped on my floor. We remained locked at the lips as we exited, backpedaling our way down the hall. Stripping me out of my coat, we crashed through my front door with thunderous passion.

I peppered kisses down her neck as I worked her straps over her narrow shoulders.

Kendra reached her hands behind her back, unzipping herself free. Her dress drifted down her body in dazzling waves before pooling around her ankles. Reaching to my shoulder, she balanced herself as she stepped over the fabric.

Threading my fingers around the back of her skull, I murmured, “Keep your heels on.”

Kendra bit the edge of her lip as she pulled my lips over hers. With outside pressure mounting, my muscles flexed with raw energy and I knew that if Kendra allowed me, I would use this opportunity to get aggressive.

Sucking my tongue deeper into her mouth, spots flashed across my vision as I worked to erase my recent memory out of my thoughts. I hoped Wes would get involved in helping find Sylvia—especially now that he understood the severity of what Sylvia knew and her potential to use it as blackmail.

Suddenly, Kendra ripped my shirt open.

The buttons popped off and I listened as they skittered across the wood floor.

Growling, I gripped her bra and tore it open. Her tits spilled out and I dove my mouth over the nipple, sucking the taut bud between my teeth.

Tossing her head back, her cries filled the room.

“You said you wanted to be fucked hard?” My tongue flicked over her rosebud.

Taking my head between her hands, an evil grin spread over her face.

My eyes squinted as my finger pushed inside of her vagina.

Kendra’s breath hitched and her eyes hooded through shaky breaths.

Massaging her inner walls, her knees gave. I held her up, feeling her lips cool through labored gasps for air. She was wet, needy, and completely at my mercy. Between the quick love-making in the car and now this, I was through with waiting.

Walking her to my bedroom, I continued to finger-fuck her until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Falling backwards, I pushed her away and headed straight for my closet. Rummaging through my things, I found what it was I was looking for. Hurrying back, I dropped the metal bar on the floor in front of her.

She stared at it with enlightened curiosity as I quickly stepped out of my pants and rid my shoulders of my own shirt. Kendra’s eyes moved to the engorged bulge inside my boxers and when I slid them down my legs, her eyes popped with my springing erection.

Licking my hand, I rubbed my cock stiffer.

Stepping toward her, I dropped to my knees and lifted one of her legs. Putting my mouth to her silky-smooth skin I licked my way up her leg, feeling her thighs quiver between my head. Pushing my fingertips under the elastic waist of her lace underwear, I yanked them down her hips, over her ankles, and brought them to my nose.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled the sweet nectar of her honeycomb.

Then I spread her knees and curled my tongue over her clit.

Her body shuddered as I pulled her off the bed and demanded, “Bend over.”

Kendra ran her sharp fingernail across my cheek, keeping her eyes on me as she bent in half, letting her head hang between her knees.

I sucked back a deep breath, loving the soft curves of her body, feeling the need to come at the beautiful sight standing before me. Taking each of her wrists inside my hands, I attached them to the leather cuffs, strapping her arms to the metal bar. And when I pulled her up, I crashed my lips over hers.

She moaned into my mouth between tongue-thrusting kisses.

Twisting her body around to face the bed, I pushed her face down on the mattress to finish attaching her ankles to the spreader bar.

Kendra thrashed her head from side to side as her body contorted into a position that kept her ass up. Her glistening pussy was on display and she was totally vulnerable. I could do anything I wanted, test her limits, force her to say the one word that would make it all stop.

I started off slow.

Gentle slaps between ass cheeks.

I progressively got harder as the agony throbbed between my legs.

Licking my finger, I stuffed it inside her. Twisting my knuckle, I finger-fucked her hard and didn’t stop until she whimpered into the bed.

Slapping her again, I spit on her asshole. “This is how I will fuck you in the ass.”

Kendra breathed heavily, her hair wild and covering her eyes.

Slowly, I worked my thumb past her tight muscle and listened to Kendra cry out in ecstasy. “It burns!”

Kneeling behind her, I took myself at the root and worked my cock into her slick vagina.

Her mouth rounded and when I started pumping my hips—keeping my thumb inside her—she wailed like I had never heard before. Edging her to orgasm, she begged me to make her forget. Soon, the room spun and I left my body, forgetting what I was doing—how I was doing it—until everything went black.

I stayed in that state of mind until Kendra screamed my name. Snapping out of my trance, I watched the sweat drip from my brow. My hips worked on overdrive and right when I was about to come myself, I jerked myself out of her, shooting thick ropes of release across her ass cheeks.

Completely exhausted I crashed on my back, feeling the bed shake beneath my weight. And I immediately began thinking over my plan to find Sylvia. There was too much at stake—too many lives on the line—to not question if what I was doing would be enough to produce results.

I hated to have to do it, but I saw no other way.

I needed to get Oscar Buchanan on my side.