She's Back, With The World In Her Grasp
Chapter 8
At the sound of the door swinging open, Caleb glanced over.
His sharply carved features caught the light, and his gaze stalled for a beat when he spotted Kaelyn before he silently ended his call.
A playful spark flickered in his eyes—mischief wrapped in deadly charm, the kind of look that could snare anyone who dared meet it.
Kaelyn's pulse jumped in her throat.
Cassie hadn't exaggerated—this man fit every detail of her ideal, right down to the effortless elegance in the way he held himself.
A warm, tipsy haze swirled through her mind, and his face tugged at a distant memory, familiar in a way she couldn't quite place, no matter how hard she searched.
Without sparing another thought, she drifted closer, looping her arms around his neck in a lazy, tipsy embrace.
Her warm lips grazed the edge of his Adam's apple, teasing the spot until it bobbed beneath her breath.
A soft floral fragrance curled between them like a sigh.
"You smell incredible," she murmured, her voice low and honeyed.
Her audacity stunned Caleb, prompting a swift, instinctive pull to create distance.
A faint crease tightened his brow as he stared at her. "What exactly are you trying to pull?"
Kaelyn's ears prickled with a warm, teasing buzz.
This man not only outshone Leland in looks, but even his voice slid over her senses in a way that made her pulse quicken.
She let out a light, reckless laugh, pressing him back against the wall as if she owned the moment, bold and teasing.
Her hand settled against his firm chest and drifted lower in a slow, deliberate trail, her gaze shimmering with wicked intent.
"Am I still not spelling it out for you?" she murmured, leaning in with a sly tilt of her head. Warmth met her touch, outlining every sculpted line of his torso, the tight eight-pack practically calling to her beneath the black shirt.
Kaelyn eased her slender fingers toward the gap between two buttons, letting her breath brush his collarbone as she leaned in.
"Handsome, I'm claiming your first night," she murmured with a lazy, sultry smile. "Tell me your price—I can afford it."
A sharp snort slipped from him. "Maybe try looking at who you're clinging to," Caleb snapped back, his voice edged with disbelief.
For a heartbeat, even he wondered when this girl had grown so brazen.
Kaelyn froze, her soft curves pressing lightly into him as she rose onto her toes, trying to catch a clear look at his face in the dim light.
Her waist slid lightly against his abdomen, the soft curve of her body brushing him with unintentional intimacy.
A faint, intoxicating scent clung to her breath as it warmed his skin.
Caleb went rigid in an instant, tension rippling through him while a dark, unreadable storm gathered behind his eyes.
Was she really pushing him like this—testing how much control he had left?
She might have been drunk, but he wasn't; he knew exactly who this reckless girl in his arms was.
Yet one careless heartbeat later, something feather-soft grazed his lips, sending a sharp jolt through him, as if a live current tore straight down his spine.
Kaelyn's mouth brushed against his in a sudden, brazen kiss.
Caleb froze, his thoughts wiped clean in an instant.
No one would have imagined that Asura—the man who terrified half the world and controlled a trillion-dollar empire—had never been kissed before.
A fierce rush flooded through him, burning away every shred of logic, but discipline snapped back just as fast. He yanked her off him with sharp force, fury flashing across his usually unreadable face.
"You're wasted," he muttered, his voice tight with control.
The sharp sting in her wrist grated on Kaelyn, pulling a flash of irritation across her face.
She'd been Leland's wife for three long, silent years, and Leland hadn't crossed her bedroom threshold once.
Yet somehow even a male prostitute dared to turn her down?
With a swift twist of her wrist, she slipped past his grasp, hauling him back into the private room. She shoved him down onto the sofa, her movements rough and fueled by liquor-burned frustration, and yanked open his shirt with a rip of fabric.
"You're already in this business," she said, her voice low and edged as she leaned over him. "So stick to the rules. Do what I'm paying for and keep your mouth shut. I'll settle the bill."
Caleb froze, startled by the sudden ferocity.
This girl had always played the obedient wife. When had she learned to move like this?
Before he could utter a single word to correct her mistake, Kaelyn pressed her lips recklessly to his chest, kissing without aim or thought. Irritation from his earlier rejection flared through her, and she dipped her head to bite down on the most sensitive point of his skin, punishing and hungry all at once.
Caleb released a strained groan he couldn't hold back, his breath hitching as her mouth grazed his skin.
Before he could gather himself enough to knock her out cold, the half-open door blasted inward with a violent kick.
"Kaelyn, since when did you get the right to blow my money in a dump like..." Leland's voice died as his gaze locked onto the sight sprawled across the sofa. His expression twisted, fury rising so fast it practically scorched the air.
Shame hit him like a slap.
He stormed forward with the frantic energy of a husband catching his wife in someone else's arms, grabbing Kaelyn by the wrist and tearing her away from the man.
"What the hell are you doing?" Leland demanded, his voice shaking with outrage as he hauled her upright. "Fine, maybe I don't want you—but that doesn't mean you get to throw yourself away like this."
You may also like
