CHAPTER 4

2 years ago….

The moment they stepped into the elevator, Kai could already feel the tension in Jarrel’s body—the way he held her hand too tightly, as if restraining himself, the way his jaw clenched and flexed with pent-up desire.

His dark eyes locked onto her reflection in the elevator’s mirrored doors, his brows furrowing as if in a silent warning.

Don’t test me.

But she already had.

And God—the anticipation was driving her crazy.

Her pulse pounded wildly in her throat as she tried to hold his gaze through the glass, but the intensity in his eyes made her look away.

She knew what was coming.

When the elevator doors slid open, her heart slammed against her ribs.

Jarrel didn’t say a word. Didn’t even hesitate.

With his grip still firm on her wrist, he led her inside his office. For the first time, she was stepping into his private space—a place where no one else had ever been invited.

It felt like a statement.

A silent claim.

She barely had time to take in her surroundings before she heard the sound of the lock clicking behind her.

Her breath caught.

Double locked.

“Jarrel… I don’t think it’s—”

He didn’t let her finish.

His mouth crashed onto hers in a bruising, desperate kiss.

As if he’d snapped. As if all the tension he had been holding back finally shattered.

Her back hit the wooden door, the intricate carvings pressing against her skin.

Kai gasped, lips parting as his hands roamed her body—his fingers trailing down her waist, gliding over her curves, tracing a slow, torturous path to her back.

She felt it.

The way his fingers found the clasp of her bra.

The way his hands moved with expert precision, the heat of his touch burning through her clothes.

And then—her top was gone.

Her heart thundered in her chest as Jarrel’s lips left her mouth, traveling down the soft skin of her neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along her throat.

Kai tipped her head back, surrendering to his touch.

God, this was madness.

But she wanted it.

Needed it.

“Jarrel…” Her voice was barely a whisper, swallowed by the haze of desire thickening between them.

He didn’t respond.

Didn’t stop.

His hands slid lower—over her thighs, down to the hem of her skirt.

Her breath hitched as he lifted the fabric, baring her skin inch by inch.

And then—he was kneeling in front of her.

The sight alone sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in her core.

He looked up at her, eyes ablaze, burning with hunger.

“Love…” His voice was a low, raspy murmur.

She swallowed hard, her fingers threading into his hair.

“Hmm?” she breathed, barely able to form words.

Jarrel smirked, his large hands gripping her thighs as his thumb slowly traced over the thin lace covering her.

“Can I remove this?”

His voice was a tease, dark and full of wicked promise.

Kai’s lips parted in a sharp inhale, her entire body trembling under his touch.

“Y-yes, love,” she whispered, her voice barely steady.

His gaze darkened, his eyes glowing with an intensity that nearly undid her.

Slowly—so painfully slowly—he peeled away the delicate fabric, his fingers grazing her heated skin, making her shudder.

She bit her lip, her body arching slightly as the cool air met her bare flesh.

And then—his breath.

Warm. So warm.

Right where she wanted him.

“I love it when you shave,” he murmured against her skin, his lips grazing her thigh.

The praise sent a shiver down her spine.

“I know,” she teased, her voice breathy.

A desperate moan escaped Kai’s lips the moment Jarrel’s tongue made contact.

Her back arched against the door, her fingers tightening in his hair as waves of heat crashed over her.

“Oh, God…” she whimpered.

Jarrel groaned against her skin, the vibrations sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body.

His hands were firm on her thighs, keeping her right where he wanted her. His grip was possessive, as if daring her to move—as if daring her to even try escaping him.

Not that she would.

Not when he was unraveling her so easily.

“Jarrel…” her voice trembled, heavy with need.

He hummed, his tongue moving with sinful precision, exploring every sensitive part of her.

Her legs weakened, her thighs quivering as the pleasure intensified.

He knew exactly what to do.

Exactly how to make her fall apart.

She felt herself spiraling, her breathing turning ragged, her body tensing as the pressure built inside her.

“More, baby… please…”

Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, demanding more.

Jarrel chuckled against her skin, but there was nothing amused in his eyes when he looked up at her.

Only hunger.

Only possessiveness.

“You’re so damn impatient,” he muttered darkly.

His voice was thick with control, but she could see the way his chest rose and fell unevenly—the way his fingers flexed on her thighs, betraying his own restraint.

He was holding back.

And she knew just how much he wanted to break.

She swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she reached for him, urging him up.

Jarrel followed her silent command, rising to his full height, his body towering over hers.

His lips were red and glistening, his breathing heavy.

He caged her in, both hands braced against the door behind her, trapping her completely.

Kai’s chest heaved, their faces mere inches apart.

The air between them was thick, heavy—charged with something untamed.

“Jarrel…” she whispered.

She didn’t even know what she was asking for.

She just knew she wanted more.

Needed more.

His jaw ticked, his self-control hanging by a thread.

Then, in a voice low and dangerous, he murmured—

“Turn around, baby.”

Her breath caught.

Her pulse skipped a beat.

She hesitated for half a second.

Not because she didn’t want it.

But because the way he said it…

The deep command in his voice…

The absolute authority in his tone…

It made her knees weak.

Kai swallowed hard. Then, slowly, she obeyed.

She turned around, her palms pressing against the wooden door, her heartbeat hammering in her chest.

She felt him behind her.

Felt the warmth of his body, the solidness of his frame.

Then—

“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear.

And she lost it.

Jarrel’s thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs while his tongue flicked against it with calculated precision.

A sharp gasp tore from Kai’s lips, her body jerking in response.

God.

The pleasure was unbearable.

That part of her body throbbed, pulsated, responding helplessly to every flick and stroke of his tongue.

“J-Jarrel… oh, God…”

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down.

Didn’t even give her a second to breathe.

He was completely focused, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place as he devoured her.

Her legs quivered as a fresh wave of heat surged through her body, her fingers clutching his hair, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Ohhh, please… stop, Jarrel! Jarrel!”

She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore.

Her mind was blank—her world reduced to nothing but him and the sensations pulling her under.

Her hips arched off the door, desperate for more, desperate for release—for anything to ground her.

But Jarrel—

He was relentless.

His mouth latched onto her sensitive nub, sucking again and again, over and over, like he was chasing something only she could give.

“Jarrel! I-I can’t—!”

Her voice broke as she spiraled over the edge, the pleasure hitting her like a crashing wave.

Her thighs trembled.

Her entire body shook.

And still, he didn’t stop.

He licked her through every shudder, every convulsion, as if he never wanted it to end.

“L-love…” Kai whimpered, her head falling back against the door, her body limp and spent.

Her legs felt like jelly, one still hooked over his shoulder, while the other trembled against the floor.

“Stop licking me… please,” she pleaded, her voice weak, her breath ragged.

Jarrel chuckled darkly, the sound low and deep, sending a new wave of shivers down her spine.

“I want more.” His voice was husky, gravelly with need.

He placed a lingering kiss on her inner thigh, his hot breath teasing her sensitive skin.

“More of you.”

Kai swallowed hard, her body still trembling from the aftermath of what he had done.

She nodded weakly, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“But not licking again… please… I—I can’t take it yet,” she whimpered, her body still too sensitive from his mouth.

Jarrel smirked, his dark eyes roaming between her parted thighs, satisfied, proud—completely obsessed.

“I can see that,” he murmured, his fingers lazily tracing her inner thigh.

Kai huffed, pouting, knowing all too well what he was thinking.

She knew what he saw—

Redness. Sensitivity. Marks left by his lips.

He loved seeing what he did to her.

“My legs are shaking,” she mumbled, half complaint, half confession.

Jarrel let out a low, amused chuckle before he effortlessly scooped her into his arms.

She barely had time to react before he carefully placed her onto his massive oak desk, her back pressed against the cool surface.

Her thighs naturally parted, as if her body already knew what was coming next.

Her heels dangled at the edge of the table, her breath caught in her throat.

She looked up at him, heart racing, skin flushed, completely exposed.

Waiting.

Waiting for him.

Jarrel stood between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs, possessive, controlled, completely in charge.

His gaze darkened, filled with something dangerous, overwhelming.

Something she couldn’t escape.

Didn’t want to escape.

“Now… it’s my turn.”

And then—

He reached for his belt.

And everything else faded away.

Kai’s breath hitched as she watched Jarrel undo his belt.

The soft clink of metal sent a new wave of anticipation rushing through her.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, her skin burning with the memory of his mouth on her.

She should be exhausted.

Spent.

But God, she wasn’t.

Not when he was standing between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, his dark eyes locked onto her like he was about to devour her all over again.

“You look perfect like this.” His voice was low, dark—dangerous.

Kai swallowed, feeling completely exposed under his intense stare.

His hands moved, slowly spreading her legs wider, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as if he needed to touch her—needed to feel every inch of her.

The warmth of his palms against her bare thighs sent a sharp jolt of heat through her body.

Her breath came out in short, shallow gasps as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“I want to ruin you.”

Kai shuddered, her fingers curling around the edge of the desk.

“I already am,” she whispered, her voice barely steady.

Jarrel groaned, his control slipping as he grabbed her chin, tilting her face toward him.

“Then take everything, baby. All of me.”

His lips crashed against hers, hot, demanding, desperate.

His hands roamed over her exposed skin, gripping, touching, owning.

Her body responded instantly, arching into him, craving every touch, every movement.

Then—she felt it.

The brush of something thick and hard pressing against her entrance.

Her breath hitched, her thighs tightening around his hips, her body aching to feel him inside her.

Jarrel smirked against her lips, teasing her, testing her patience.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

Kai groaned in frustration, her nails digging into his arms.

“Jarrel—!”

“Say it.” His voice was hoarse, rough—dangerously commanding.

She trembled, her body pulsing with need.

“I want you,” she breathed, her voice raw with desperation.

His grip on her tightened.

“Louder, baby. I want to hear you beg for it.”

Kai whimpered, her back arching, her breath shattering.

“I need you, Jarrel! Please—!”

And that was all it took.

With a sharp intake of breath, he thrust inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.

Kai gasped, her head falling back against the desk, her fingers clutching his shoulders.

The feeling of him inside her—**deep, hot, relentless—**was too much and not enough at the same time.

Jarrel groaned, his forehead pressing against hers, his breathing uneven.

“Fuck, baby… You feel so damn good.”

Kai moaned, her walls clenching around him, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

“Move… please,” she whispered, her body trembling beneath him.

His jaw tightened.

His hands gripped her waist, holding her in place.

And then—

He slammed into her.

Hard.

Deep.

Relentless.

Kai cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as he pounded into her, each thrust sending her spiraling further and further into pleasure.

His name fell from her lips in breathless whimpers and moans, his grip never loosening, never letting go.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her skin, his voice thick with possession.

“Say it.”

Kai moaned, her body shattering beneath him.

“I’m yours, Jarrel—always.”

His lips crushed against hers once more.

And then—

He completely unraveled her.

Kai’s breath trembled, her skin still buzzing with pleasure as Jarrel slowly pulled away.

Her legs felt weak, her body completely spent, but the fire in his eyes told her he wasn’t done admiring her just yet.

She felt his heated gaze lower—taking in the sight of what he had done to her.

Her cheeks flushed, knowing exactly what he was looking at.

“My legs are shaking…” she mumbled, pouting at him.

Jarrel let out a deep chuckle, clearly amused.

“I can see that.”

Without another word, he lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist before settling her onto the desk.

Kai sighed, feeling the solid surface beneath her, the cool contrast against her overheated skin.

Her heels dangled over the edge of the desk as she lay back, completely vulnerable under him.

She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

But from the wicked smirk on his lips, she knew…

He wasn’t done with her yet.