49. Effie
49
EFFIE
A shadow falls over me, and my heart jumps into my throat as fear floods though my veins.
My lips part, ready to scream as my eyes pop open.
But before I can register what—or who—is standing over me, a large, hot hand covers my mouth, cutting off any noise I was about to make.
“Be a good girl, Luck.”
The panic surging through my body stops me from recognizing the words. But my body knows.
My muscles relax, aware that I’m not in any immediate danger. Well, my body might not be. My heart is another matter entirely.
I stare at him with wide eyes, silently begging for him to explain himself.
“Look at you,” he muses, letting his gaze shift from mine in favor of my body.
He probably can’t see much, considering the amount of bubble bath I poured into the water, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
His eyes darken with desire, and he drags his bottom lip between his teeth.
Despite knowing better, a steady throb starts up between my thighs.
I miss you.
When his attention hits my closed legs, he swallows thickly.
“Spread your thighs,” he demands.
The rational voice in my head screams at me not to do it.
But my body is on an entirely different page, and without instruction from my brain, my legs fall open.
Kieran swallows again, making the tendons in his throat pull and ripple.
My eyes drop lower, and I frown when I find his clothes soaking and sticking to his hard body.
My mouth waters as I burn up, my blood rushing like lava through my veins.
“Fuck,” he rasps before our eyes collide again.
I’m so lost in his heated gaze that I don’t notice him reach out.
My entire body flinches when his palm lands on my breast. And when he pinches my nipple, I thrash so hard that water sloshes over the edge of the tub.
It if hits him, he doesn’t react.
Instead, he continues teasing me.
My nostrils flare as I fight to drag in the air I need.
Every squeeze or pinch of my nipple sends a potent shot of desire straight to my clit.
He builds me higher and higher, reminding me just how in tune he is with my body.
I’m trembling with my need for more, with my need for release, but all he does is stare down at me.
I should be screaming at him to leave. But I can’t. I’m frozen.
His eyes are blazing, but his expression is blank.
Even if I wasn’t racing toward an intense release, I don’t think I’d be able to read his thoughts.
With his hand still clamped around my mouth, his other sinks into the water.
I gasp before screaming into his palm when his fingertips graze my clit.
“That’s it, Luck,” he encourages, his voice raspy, as he pushes his hand deeper, his fingers finding my entrance.
I whimper, my hips bucking as he pushes inside.
“Ride my hand. Show me what a dirty girl you really are.”
His words…
Fuck. His fucking words.
“Yeah, you’ve missed it, haven’t you? You’ve missed being my whore.”
His thumb presses against my clit as his fingers curl inside me, finding my G-spot.
Oh my god.
“That’s it, Luck. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
Unable to do anything but what he requests, I fall over the edge, my body convulsing and sending water splashing in all directions as I cry out into his palm.
It goes on and on, letting both of us know just how long it’s been since I got off, and he watches every second of it.
Finally, he stands and releases my mouth, allowing me to suck in greedy lungfuls of air.
I stare up at him in disbelief.
He’s here.
He just barged into my apartment, into my bathroom, and?—
“W-what are you do?—”
“Get out,” he barks, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as if he’s struggling to control himself.
“What?”
“Get the fuck out of the tub, Effie.”
Without questioning him, I wrap my hands around the edge and haul myself out as Kieran marches from the room.
“Kieran, what are you?—”
I’m about to grab a towel when he marches back in.
He makes the most of my parted lips and stuffs some fabric into my mouth before covering the bottom half of my face with his hand again.
“Be a good girl,” he says before spinning me around and walking me out of the bathroom and then my bedroom.
Water runs down my body, leaving wet footprints behind us.
The cool air of my apartment makes my skin prick with goosebumps, and the moment the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city beyond come into view, a full-body shudder works through me.
Kieran doesn’t stop moving me forward, and before I know what’s happening, I’m standing right in front of the windows.
My nipples harden and the ache between my legs gets more and more intense.
For a few seconds, I stare out at the world beyond my apartment, but then my eyes refocus, and I find our reflection.
My breath catches as another wave of desire rolls through me.
Kieran isn’t looking outside; his eyes are locked on me.
My heart rate picks up, my temperature soaring.
His free hand grips my hip tighter before he suddenly slides it up my body, cupping my heavy breasts.
“How many men are looking at you right now?” I suck in a sharp breath. “How many of them want you?”
I moan, my hips rolling of their own accord.
“Oh no,” he warns before kicking my legs wider. “You don’t get yourself off. That pleasure is all mine. And every single motherfucker out there is going to learn something very important.”
His hot breath rushes down my neck and over my chest, making me shudder.
“You’re mine, Effie. Your pleasure, your body, your everything. Mine.”
I sag back against him and gasp. His clothes are wet and cold.
“Hands on the window,” he demands, pushing me forward. “Ass out.”
I do as I’m told.
“Find them. Scan the windows for anyone that’s watching.”
And I do. My eyes scan the buildings before me, searching for anyone who might be looking out.
My heart pounds so hard it makes my head spin. The thought of being watched is terrifying. But also…I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on, this wet.
I’m not at his mercy in the same way I was at Grams’. I’m not bound or tied to anything. But that doesn’t matter.
Right now, I have no control.
Kieran holds all the power.
It’s exactly as it should be.
He moves behind me, but his hand remains locked on my face, keeping whatever he stuffed into my mouth in place.
Instead, I wait, sucking in deep, hungry breaths through my nose.
“You’re going to let them watch you come.”
Oh my god.
Suddenly, he’s back. His crotch hits my ass, and his hand slides down my stomach.
Every muscle south of my waist clenches in anticipation.
I cry out when his fingers connect with my clit, my hips jumping forward.
“Such a good whore for me,” he muses as he works me. “Your pussy loves an audience. You’re so wet right now, Luck. So desperate for everyone to watch you get fucked.”
The fabric in my mouth muffles my pathetic, needy whimper.
He works me until I’m on the cusp of my second orgasm, but he doesn’t let me fall. Instead, he edges me right there in front of the city of Chicago.
My skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, my muscles are quivering, and my pussy is desperate for a release. But he won’t give it to me.
I lose count of how many times he lets my release fade before the familiar sound of a zipper being opened hits my ears.
“Oh, you really want my dick, don’t you?”
I nod eagerly, or at least as much as I can, with him holding me captive. I’m too far gone at this point to even try to deny it.
He fucks me hard and fast with his fingers before suddenly pulling them free.
I look up just in time to see him plunge them into his mouth to lick them clean.
His eyes hold mine, and I swear, my orgasm gets a little closer just from watching him.
“Ass out,” he demands, and the second I do as I’m told, I’m rewarded with the head of his dick dragging through my folds.
My pussy clenches with my need to feel him inside me.
I try to beg, but nothing but muffled whimpers can be heard.
And then, he’s there. Gently pushing against me. Teasing me with what I want.
His free hand wraps around my hips, and I get another second to suck in a breath before his hips punch forward, and he fills me in one quick thrust.
I cry out into my gag, my head falling forward as my body fights to stay upright.
“Watch them,” he growls behind me, giving me little choice but to look out again.
I can’t see anyone, but it doesn’t matter.
My skin prickles like I have a million eyes on me as Kieran sets a punishing pace behind me.
My sweaty palms slide against the glass as I happily take everything he’s got for me.
“Fuck. Yes. Look at you getting fucked. Dirty whore. You’re a dirty whore, Luck.”
His grip on my hip is so tight, I do not doubt that I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
I have a fleeting thought about what all this means and what tomorrow will bring, but it’s cut short when Kieran notices that I’ve closed my eyes.
“Watch, or I’ll stop.”
Instantly, my eyelids open, and I find him staring at me in our reflection.
Despite locking down his emotions earlier, right now, there is a riot of different things going on behind his eyes.
My chest tightens, and my heart aches. But he doesn’t give me time to really focus in on them.
Effortlessly, he pushes me forward, and I shriek when my chest hits the cold glass.
Wrapping his hand around my thigh, he lifts my foot from the floor and spreads me wide open.
“Now they can see who you belong to,” he rasps quietly in my ear. “Mine. Luck. You. Are. Mine.”
I whimper and mewl as he fucks me. Every drag of his cock gets me closer to my release.
I’m balancing right on the cusp of it when he slides his hand to my pussy and pinches my clit.
I don’t just fall off the cliff; I fucking fly.
The world around me ceases to exist as I finally ride out the orgasm he denied me for so long.
I’ve barely come down from my high when he pulls out of me.
I cry out at the loss, not ready to lose him again so soon.
But I soon discover it’s not over.
He twists me around to face him before picking me up and pressing me back against the window.
As soon as he has me in position, he pushes back inside me.
With one hand gripping my ass to hold me in place, the other wraps around my throat.
My eyes widen with the pressure he applies, but I don’t fight him.
Why should I? I trust him implicitly.
He doesn’t say another word.
Instead, his eyes hold mine as he fucks me.
What I see in those dark green depths terrifies me.
I want this. I want what we had back at Grams’ so badly.
But at the same time, I’m petrified of fucking everything up for good.
Right now, we still have this.
But whatever this is, isn’t enough.
It’s not even close, and I’m too scared to admit that I want more.
Because I know that it’s not something Kieran is willing to give.
Even to me.