The Token 8: Kiki: A Billionaire Dark Romantic Suspense by Marata Eros Page A

touch.
    “Okay.” My voice is breathy.
    “I don't want other men in your life. I will fuck you. You will fuck only me. I will date you when I can break from fucking you. The relationship will progress in a yet-unknown direction.”
    I must make a little sound because his hand leaves my face and lands on my nape. He gives me a little shake.
    “I have never dated. I never thought to. You have made me reassess things, and I'm not an introspective man, Kandace.”
    I laugh. Understatement of the century.
    He doesn't join me in laughter. His fingers tighten.
    “I am willing to try with you. But you must follow the rules of my ownership.”
    What, like a new toy? I shake my head.
    His hand falls away, and he lifts my cell. “No other men. Especially this Ax.”
    My hands fall to my naked hips. “Why? I don't dig him.”
    Not completely true. I trust Damon Axton, so it's almost the same. He knew Thorn. We all grew up together, though I never met Thorn then—my half-brother was just that much older.
    I swear Chet's eyes look into my soul.
    “I think where you give your loyalty, strong emotion is intertwined. I don't like this Ax ,” he says, biting off the nickname like a guillotine.
    “I'm not fucking Ax,” I point out.
    Chet jerks me to him faster than I can react. “You fuck me, Kandace—only me.”
    My eyes widen. I'm scared, titillated, aroused—and ashamed that I like his dirty speak, his manipulation. I can't confuse sex with feelings. Great humping and scorching chemistry doesn't equal love. It doesn't even mean he cares about me.
    And there's Chloe the Ho.
    His fingers loosen, and I step back. His hand caresses my breast. I close my eyes against the sensation, and he pinches my nipple just exactly shy of true pain. A gasp squeaks out of me.
    “Chet.”
    “Hmm,” he says, working my breast.
    Moisture pools between my thighs and I ignore it.
    He's insatiable.
    But then, so am I.
    “Don't fuck Chloe.”
    He grunts, his other hand latching onto my other breast. “Chloe is nothing to me. She is a convenience, a necessary evil.”
    I move back from his warm palms. “What do you mean?”
    He shrugs, his hands dropping. “When I must attend the necessary drivel, she accompanies me. If not her, a dozen others are happy to throw themselves in front of a bus to be seen on the arm of Chet Sinclair.”
    This news makes me feel somehow worse, not better. “So where do I fit in?”
    Chet palms his cock, and I smirk. “Wonderful. But so not what I'm asking.”
    “Deal with my social engagement necessity. I will see you because I wish to, not because something outside of us dictates it.”
    I nod. Maybe... but... “And what if we get serious? Where do I go then?”
    Chet grabs my hand and brings it to his face. He rubs his cheek against it like a cat seeking a pet. When the side of my hand lays against the swell of his cheekbone, the motion ceases.
    He says, “With me.”

FOURTEEN
    Kiki
     
    I close the door softly behind Chet. My forehead touches the solid wood.
    I don't slam my head into it but its a thought.
    After a few seconds I pivot, walking away from the door as naked as the day I was born. Making my way to my bedroom, I throw on my comfort wardrobe. My body has never felt so relaxed, beaten, used and sublime in one fell swoop.
    Chet did this to me.
    And I let him.
    I sigh, walking back into my small living room. I grab my cell and head to the couch. It’s set against the only wall without floor-to-ceiling windows so I can catch the view of Pudget Sound. I gaze out at the water.
    Ferries travel from Pier 52 to Bainbridge Island. Their wake mesmerizes me. Eventually, my eyes travel back to my cell.
    The text from Ax that got Chet's attention.
     
    Ax: Can't wait to see you.
    From Faren: Are you okay?
     
    That one I answer.
     
    ME: Yes.
     
    She pings back immediately.
     
    Faren: Are you... did you and Chet figure it out?
    Me: Oh yeah we did.
    Faren: Oh... well shit.
    Me: Right?
    Faren: Are you okay with