If you follow Heather on Twitter then you know she’s in love with Kit Rocha’s Beyond series. She loved the new book so much wanted to have it’s babies. So she’s super excited to be able to share this snippet.
Maybe she should have known better, but the last thing Lex expected was for Dallas to waltz right into her room without even fucking knocking.
Her heart shuddered and then started to pound as he stood in the open bathroom door, his gaze tracing every bit of naked skin visible above the water of her bath. Smiling slowly, he dropped one hand to his belt and quirked an eyebrow. “Got room for one more in that tub?”
The question might have ruined the fantasy of intrusion–if he’d meant it as a question at all. Dallas owned everything, and that ownership showed in every easy line of his body.
The steaming water sloshed as Lex lifted one leg to rest on the edge of the tub. “We might have to get close.”
“That better be a promise.” He’d already discarded his boots somewhere, and the rest of his clothing ended up in a messy pile twenty seconds later. He prowled over to sink his hand into her hair, tangling the damp strands around his fingers as he leaned down to kiss her once, hard. “Scoot forward,” he said against her lips.
He slipped into the tub behind her, driving the water level up almost to the lip of the ancient porcelain tub, and Lex leaned back against his chest. “Did you want something, O’Kane?”
“Needed to tell you I won’t be around tonight.” He splayed his hand across her abdomen under the water, right over the ink spelling out his name. “Jas and I are meeting up with some guys from Three.”
“Routine shit, or is something going down?”
“Just testing the waters. Trent had a few men who kept their heads low and seemed half reasonable. I think I can talk them into making themselves useful.”
“Ah.” Lex dipped one hand under the water to stroke his leg, then raked her nails over his skin. “I wouldn’t have cried myself to sleep because you weren’t here to hold my hand.”
He chuckled against her ear. “No, you probably would’ve crawled into Noelle’s bed to keep her warm. You still can, if you want, but only if you tell me everything you do to her afterwards.”
“Dirty fucker,” Lex breathed. “She’s been expanding her sweet little horizons lately, you know. She’d probably be on me, not the other way around.”
“Oh yeah?” Dallas gathered her hair in his free hand and twisted it aside, leaving the back of her neck vulnerable to the warmth of his breath. “No wonder Jas is so fucking smug. He doesn’t have to imagine it, does he? He’s been watching.”
“Jealousy’s an ugly thing.” She kept her voice light in spite of the dangerous heat curling through her belly.
“Is it?” The hand in her hair jerked tight without warning, craning her head to the side. He licked her throat with a low laugh that prickled over her skin. “I don’t believe you.”
He probably shouldn’t, either. “So tell me what <i>you</i> want to see.”
“Hard to pick.” He trailed his fingers up between her breasts to cup her throat, replacing the collar she’d set aside before climbing into the bath. “You’re hot when you’re topping Noelle, and I get hotter imagining how I’ll tame you. But you know what’s even better?”
When she shifted in his grip, his fingers slipped over her skin with a delicious, wet friction. “What’s that?”
“Watching you come.”
The moment when pleasure stripped away control. Watching a lover succumb to that rush turned her on too, fast and fierce. “I’ve come for you plenty, just in the last few days alone.”
He bit her this time, closing his teeth on the spot where her shoulder met her throat. “No such thing as plenty. When it comes to you and orgasms, Lexie love, it’s never enough.”
“Uh-huh. So what are you gonna do about that?”
“What do you <i>want</i> me to do about it?” Low words, straddling the line between promise and threat. “Give me a fantasy. A nice, filthy one.”
She rarely considered it. Other people’s fantasies were enough, especially since Lex had been taught how to cater to them. She fulfilled them, and everyone had fun. Simple enough.
But this wasn’t simple at all. Dallas was asking for a piece of her, a revelation that could tell him so, so much, and the end result was the same as if she carried a thousand fantasies locked away in her mind.
She shied away. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
“Bullshit.” There was the threat, in the hard-edged word and the slight tightening of his hand around her throat. “Everyone has fantasies. You can tell me to go fuck myself, but don’t lie.”
“I haven’t <i>thought</i> about it.” She swallowed hard beneath his hand. “Mine aren’t important, that’s what I learned. It’s crap, but even the stupid lessons die hard sometimes.”
Silence. His chest rose and fell against her back in three ragged breaths before he growled something she couldn’t understand and curled both arms around her. “Christ, Lex. That lesson needs to die <i>now</i>.”
“It isn’t–” Her throat ached, not from his fingers but from the gentle touch, a tenderness at odds with his rough words. “I would have lied to you. That much is true.”
“I know, but don’t think admitting it’s gonna get you off the hook.” He drew her more snugly against his chest. “You’re stuck here until you cough up a lurid fantasy. And no cheating by telling me something you think I want to hear, or I’ll just make you start over.”
“You know one,” she whispered. “Don’t tell me you forgot already.”
“Still cheating. You’ve got to say it out loud. Admit it. Own it. That’s part of the journey.” His voice dropped to a rasping whisper as he pressed his lips to her ear again. “Want me to go first?”
She held her breath and nodded.
Alexa Parrino escaped a life of servitude and survived danger on the streets to become one of the most trusted, influential people in Sector Four, where the O’Kanes rule with a hedonistic but iron fist. Lex has been at the top for years, and there’s almost nothing she wouldn’t do for the gang…and for its leader. Lie, steal, kill—but she bows to no one, not even Dallas O’Kane.
He’ll settle for nothing less.
Dallas fought long and hard to carve a slice of order out of the chaos of the sectors. Dangers both large and small threaten his people, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. His liquor business is flourishing, and new opportunities fuel his ambition. Lex could help him expand his empire, something he wants almost as much as he wants her. And no one says no to the king of Sector Four.
Falling into bed is easy, but their sexual games are anything but casual. Attraction quickly turns to obsession, and their careful dance of heady dominance and sweet submission uncovers a need so deep, so strong, it could crush them both.