Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 107

OCEANS.

I couldn’t sit still when Reeves brought the news to me. I told him to intensify his investigation on Jace immediately, and less than two hours, Reeves had called me again.

“Jace left his house twenty minutes ago. He’s meeting Fred at a private residence in the Heights. A house, to be precise.”

“Whose house?”

“We’re still tracing the ownership. But it’s not registered under either of their names.”

I stopped at the window. “Keep watching. I want to know every person who walks through that door.“*

“Yes, sir.”

I had ended the call and decided I had to see Kiss.

If only she knew what I was beginning to uncover about her fiancé… But telling her without enough proof would only make me look like the jealous bastard she already believed I was. She was angry with me. Hurt by me. I was certain she would be ready to turn anything I say about Jace into another reason to shut me out.

So, I’ll wait for the right time.

She grudgingly hopped into the car with her hands still folded across her chest, her body angled toward the passenger door like she was ready to throw herself out if I made one wrong move.

Fuck.

Her proximity went straight into my blood, doing things to my restraint, and I couldn’t promise how decent the night would end.

She smelled so uniquely her that it made me realize how much I’d fucking missed her.

I gripped the steering wheel harder than necessary.

“Kiss…” I called in a voice even I couldn’t recognize, as I turned toward her.

I swallowed a hard lump as my gaze traveled over her body… Her bare arms, her almost bare chest

“What the hell were you thinking coming out dressed like that?” I asked.

“Don’t even start, Mr. Stark.” She said in a firm tone.

My jaw tightened. “Don’t call me that.”

She gave a quiet, bitter scoff. “Sorry. Should I call you the man who threatens women outside the fund’s nou

I didn’t reply.

I let my gaze travel some more before leaned back into my seat and turned on the ignition

The tires rolled away from the curb

Kisarel sat up immediately. “What the hell? Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere we can talk.”

“No. No, Oceans. Jace will be back soon. He’ll notice I’m gone.” She pushed, sounding panicked, and I hated it.

“Then he should not have left you home alone,” I replied without slowing down. “Besides, you said someone might see us.

“But I didn’t agree to go anywhere with you.” She looked from me to the road, her anger climbing over her fear, “I came outside because you threatened me. I’m not going home with you!”

“Then choose another place before I choose for you.”

She looked panicked, and I hit on the gear even more.

“Elgin’s!” She said quickly.

“No. He’ll be home.”

“A park?”

“Not private enough,” I replied dismissively.

“A hotel!” She rushed.

“The press would have us married, divorced, and pregnant before sunrise.”

She was running out of options, and she knew it. I could see the calculation behind her eyes as she desperately searched for somewhere that wasn’t mine and anywhere I could not touch her.

I took the turn that led to the junction separating my house from the one I had bought for her.

I saw the realization on her face the moment she recognized the street.

“The apartment you got for me!” she blurted.

I almost smiled.

She just walked right into my trap.

That’s exactly where I wanted her to be.

I swerved to the avenue leading to her apartment and brought the car to the parking lot in less than three minutes.

She was panting, her glare fixed on me like she wanted to set me on fire, but I ignored her.

“You have just twenty minutes. Nothing more.” She warned, and I only smirked.

“And, nothing will happen in there. You won’t even as much as touch me.” She added, which got my attention.

I slowly turned to face her, “I’ll do more than touch you.” I counted my words, “I’ll fuck you. So hard. You’ll beg for it to end.”

I saw the fury in her eyes dim for a second before it returned.

“…It all depends on how you act around me tonight,” I added and stepped from the car before she could say anything else.

She did the same and walked ahead of me to the door.

The moment I pushed the door open, she stormed into the sitting room, rage radiating off her like heat from a fire. She spun around the second I closed the door behind us.

“You had better make this quick because I swear to God-”

Her words died in her throat.

I warned her.

I fucking did.

She just didn’t know how else to be careful around a man whose restraint kept hanging on a thread whenever she was near.

I had her backed against the door before she could finish. One hand braced on the wood beside her head. The other found her waist. Her body was warm and soft and trembling beneath my palm.

I kissed her in a way that had nothing polite about it – deep and thorough and completely done pretending, days of distance collapsing into the devastating heat of her mouth opening under mine.

Her hands came to my chest as she pushed, but I didn’t move.

She pushed again, less convincingly this time, and I kissed her harder and felt the very moment her hands stopped pushing.

I pulled back just enough to look at her face.

“I warned you,” I said quietly. “I fucking warned you.”

She swallowed. Her pulse was racing. I could see it in her throat, feel it under my fingers.

“Oceans-

”

“Don’t.” I leaned closer. “You came out looking like this. You got in my car. You walked into this apartment with me.” My thumb traced the curve of her hip. “Did you really think I was going to let you leave untouched?”

She opened her mouth to argue, but I kissed her before the first word formed.

This one was different from the first. The first one was my restraint snapping. But this? This was pure madness.

My hand fisted her hair, tilting her head back to the angle I wanted, my mouth working hers open with hunger that scared

even me.

She made a sound against my lips, something caught between a protest and a moan, and I swallowed it whole.

I felt a tentative brush of her tongue against mine that I answered immediately, deeper, drawing her in, my hand tightening in her hair as I took the kiss somewhere she clearly hadn’t planned to let it go. Her fingers curled into my shirt.

She kissed me back.

I wasn’t imagining it. She fucking kissed me back.

“Fuck.” The word left me against her lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.

She pulled back slightly, breathing hard. “Oceans- This is..

“Tell me you missed this. I gripped her jaw gently, holding her face where I needed it. “Tell me the truth, Kiss.

Her chest was heaving. Her eyes were glassy and furious and wanting all at once.

“Tell me, baby.”

“Yes” The word came out so raw and quiet and absolutely unconditional. “Yes. I missed it.”

Something broke open in my chest.

I kissed her again, a little harder and deeper, my tongue pushing past her lips and finding hers and staying there, consuming everything she was willing to give and taking the rest.

My hands found the hem of her top.

I pulled, and the fabric tore.

She gasped against my mouth, like her body had just received information that overrode everything her brain had been planning, as I pulled the rest of the ruined fabric away.

I filled both hands with her breasts.

She was fucking perfect.

Every single time I touched her, she was perfect, warm, and full in my palms.

I kneaded slowly, my thumbs moving over her nipples in circles that made her head drop back against my shoulder with a sound that I felt in my cock like a direct line.

I walked her backward to the couch and lay her down.

I stood over her for one second and looked – because I was always going to look, because she was always going to be worth

before I reached for the waistband of her trousers and pulled them down and off in one motion. stopping for

I dropped them somewhere that was not my problem right now.

“Fuck.” I cursed, “You’re going to be the end of me, Kiss.”

I leaned over her and kissed her again.

My cock was so hard that it was fucking painful.

I needed her to touch me. I fucking needed her to hold me. Take my cock. Own it.

Fuck.

I pulled back a bit, my gaze settling on her wide–blown eyes.

“I need something,” I said, my thumb tracking her bottom lip.

She searched my face, unable to hide her desperate hunger. “What?”

I held her gaze and let the silence sit for a second longer.

“I want you to suck my cock.”