Page 37 of Lucky 14

I’m braced, but nothing happens. His breath just brushes down my ear and the side of my neck, where I have my face turned away, so I can’t see him. And then, I remember where I know him from. This is the guy from the bathroom in the club. Mr. Handsome, who could get any girl he wanted.

My hands ball into fists as a bunch of thoughts crash into me. What the fuck is he doing here? Why is he doing this? How the fuck can I get off this damn island?

“Why do you need the…game master?”

Kyan hasn’t moved. If anything, he’s pressed closer. I can feel every ridge of his chest, and lower down, the hard hemline of his pants. And even lower…Holy fuck. Is that his dick? Shitballs! My heart races. It’s huge. His dick is huge and hard, and I think I should be getting the fuck away.

I’m not sure if I should answer him. Not even sure who he is. He isn’t wearing a mask like everyone else, so clearly he’s not a player. And yet, he has to be. He was at the club.

“I just need to talk to him.” I shove Kyan back, but it doesn’t do much good. His thighs are thick and pressed against mine. His body is everything I wished I could have been. If I looked like him, I’m sure I wouldn’t have been such a friendless loser.

“You even talk like a mouse.” Kyan’s hand is at my throat, and I suck in a breath of air, grab his hand, and look straight into his eyes. His dark, piercing eyes. The single-minded attention he’s giving me makes me feel like I’m getting sucked into the dark abyss of his energy. It’s a dizzying feeling, and I fight it.

Kyan smirks. “You need to loosen up, Oakley.”

The way he says my name is low and croony, dragging out the sound like he’s trying to taste the word. I feel myself tip deeper into his presence, and his energy curves around me like a dark, warm embrace. And for a second, I’m stunned into stillness. Pressed up against Kyan feels grounding. Our chests rise and fall together. I’m pressed up against a man’s chest. This isn’t the first time, but this time it feels…different. Electric. That realization mixes with the feeling that in this moment, I’m no longer alone.

Then Kyan rolls his hips into me, and vague warning bells ring in my head. What the hell am I doing? I need to get myself and Poppy’s therapist out of here.

“Last name?” Kyan just presses his hips into me with a moan. His dick is pressed into my stomach, and good lord. I suck in a horrified breath. He’s huge. For a second, I forget that it’s wrong that he’s pressing his dick into me because how the fuck can it be that big? I try to guess how many inches before he rolls into me again. His other hand has dropped down to his pocket, and now it’s moving again. He presses something to his mouth, then the hand that’s around my throat tightens.

Oh shit. He’s strangling me. I struggle, fighting his hold.

“You’re so tense.”

I can’t get away. Kyan’s hand is so big it dwarfs my neck, fingers gripping my carotid on both sides, pressing so hard I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my skull. He pulls me close, his lips brushing against mine, his scruff tickling my face.

“Let me help you.”

The words get stuck in my throat. The ‘what are you doing’? The ‘get off me’, the fucking ‘get closer’. All I can feel is the heartbeat in my ears and the overwhelming press of his body into mine. The togetherness. And suddenly, I don’t want him off of me at all.

Then Kyan’s warm lips smash into mine, and he’s kissing me.

Startled, I suck in a breath through my nose, parting my mouth. Then, Kyan’s tongue is there, licking the seam of my lips, his tongue soft and firm at the same time. A tingle of goosebumps starts down my back and runs across my arms.

I know I should do something about this, so weakly, I shove against Kyan’s hard chest. He just presses into me harder, moaning a little, the rumbles caressing my lips.

This isn’t how Poppy kisses. She makes me chase her lips and her tongue. This is passionate, insistent, and curious.

And wrong.

This time, I turn my head to the side. “I⁠—”

Kyan’s hand leaves my throat, and then his fingers are digging sharply into my jaw. I gasp as my face is whipped back around to meet his, then his lips are on mine again, only he’s fully kissing me now. His kiss is brutal, claiming my mouth like he wants to explore every part of me. His tongue darts into my parted mouth, licking, filling my mouth with a bitter taste.

Recoiling, I rake my fingers down his chest, then go for his face. Only, our faces are so close that he just turns us both to face away from my clawing fingers. Then he’s there again, plundering my mouth, biting my lips, and pressing me so firmly into the wall that all I can do is struggle weakly.

Kyan’s kisses turn gentle again, nipping in a teasing way. Another wave of bitterness and chalky fills my mouth, and I stiffen. Kyan immediately softens his touch, kissing at the corner of my mouth like a lover.

“Easy,” he moans.

“I have…to go,” I pant. My head is a swirling mix of emotions while my body is lighting up. I’m hot and stiff, and every touch feels like a brand. I’m so aware of his junk pressing into my stomach, and it makes my heart race even faster. I’m nervous, my stomach all in a tight bunch. I’ve been nervous with guys before, but it was always because I wondered if I was doing enough. How Poppy felt watching.

But Poppy isn’t here.

“Not even gonna say please?” Kyan’s lips ghost across mine, feathering there so lightly I can’t tell if it’s his lips or his hot breath.

“I have to go.” I feel like I’m talking at the end of an exhale.