25. Daisy
Iwas still flustered when I stepped into the shower. I turned the water cold, hoping to cool the fire in my blood because the sexual hunger simmering in my veins on my first day back with the Beasts was not a good sign (and don’t even get me started on the other feelings, which were a lot more dangerous than lust).
Once I’d cooled the fever in my body, I adjusted the water until it was warm and soaped my body and hair. Cassie’s place was nice, but it felt good to be back at the house, back in my own shower. Against all reason, it had come to feel like home, and I tried not to think too hard about whether it was because of the house itself and the lingering energy of my dead relatives or because of the three men who haunted it now.
I was going over my planned renovations for the bathroom — soaking tub, walk-in shower with Moroccan tile, marble countertops, gold fixtures — when I finally turned off the water and opened the shower door.
I reached for my towel and realized the towel bar next to the shower was empty.
Shit.
I’d been so off-balance after running into Wolf that I hadn’t thought to grab a clean towel, and someone had been in the bathroom during the month I’d been gone and removed the dirty one.
My bet was on Otis. He had an obsession with laundry. I couldn’t even set down a dish towel to put away a stack of plates and expect to find the towel on the counter when I returned to it. Half the time he picked things up and put them in the laundry before I even had the chance to use them.
Clearly he’d been on laundry duty while I’d been gone.
Dammit.
I wasn’t eager to put my dirty clothes back on now that I was clean, so I padded into the bedroom — dripping onto the wood floors every step of the way — and hurriedly grabbed a pale violet T-shirt and a pair of underwear from my unpacked bag.
They stuck to my wet skin as I pulled them on, but at least they’d get me to the linen closet in the hall.
I opened the door and looked both ways, making sure it was clear, then hurried to the closet where I kept extra sheets and towels. I could hear Otis talking to someone in his room — probably one of his sisters, he talked to them a lot — and Wolf playing guitar, the sorrowful notes of the song he always seemed to be playing echoing through the house.
I didn’t know where Jace was, but I was relieved I didn’t have to worry about running into one of the Beasts with my ass hanging out of my underwear and the T-shirt plastered against my wet tits.
I opened the closet door and grabbed a fluffy white towel from the stack of clean ones on the second shelf — and turned around to find Jace standing a foot away.
I froze, watching as his gaze traveled from my wet hair, dripping onto the already-wet T-shirt, down to my stomach, where the aforementioned T-shirt was stuck to my tits and stomach, and further down to my thighs.
I said a silent prayer that my T-shirt was covering my pussy, because my underwear were white and wet and I only had one towel and chose to smash it against my tits instead of my lady garden.
“What are you doing?” Jace’s voice sounded low and strangled, like he’d been screaming in the front row of a concert.
“I’m… getting a towel,” I said. “Otis must have cleaned my room while I was gone.”
“Don’t you have a robe or something?” Jace sounded almost hopeful.
“Aren’t you the guy who replaced all my clothes with scraps of fabric that barely cover my tits and ass?” I really wasn’t up for Jace’s shit, and also, his dick, a little too obvious in those jeans, was distracting, not to mention his sculpted arms and his stupid gorgeous face.
Keeping as much distance as possible — physical and otherwise — was my best bet if I didn’t want to end up fucking three out of three of the guys who’d murdered my brother.
I was already at two. I didn’t have a lot of room for mistakes.
He advanced on me, backing me into the closet until the towel was the only thing between us. “That was my choice. My game, my rules, remember?”
“You asked me to come back,” I snapped. “We’re not playing your game anymore.”
It had been dumb to agree to his game — wearing what he told me to wear, eating what he told me to eat, doing what he told me to do — but I’d agreed to get the Beasts to move in so I could figure out whether they’d really killed Blake.
Now I knew they had. They’d asked me to come back. And this asshole still expected me to play?
“Irrelevant,” he said. “We’re still living here. The game goes on.”
“Says you,” I said.
He reached between us and removed the towel, tossing it onto the shelf behind me. Then he took another step forward, pushing me back against the shelf, until I could feel the press of his hard dick against my stomach.
“Says me.” He lowered his head to my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he grabbed one of my tits, squeezing my flesh over the wet T-shirt. “You know what I think?”
“I don’t care.” I’d meant for it to sound defiant but it sounded weak.
Needy.
“I don’t think you’re a good girl at all.” His other hand slid into my underwear, the heat of his palm covering my mound as his fingers slid lower. “I think you like following my rules. I think you like making my cock hard with your tits out, your ass on display, this little cunt of yours barely covered.”
“No.” It was hardly an assertive denial. More like a gasp. And who could blame me when he was stroking the folds of my pussy — now slick with need — with one hand while he thumbed my tit with the other, his breath hot against my neck?
“Your wet pussy says otherwise, princess.” I moaned as he plunged his fingers inside me. “We’re here in the hall. Wolf and Otis could come out any minute. You’ve already fucked them and it kind of seems like you don’t care if they see me fingering you.”
I hated that he was right. That right then, Wolf and Otis could have started painting the hall and I wouldn’t have wanted Jace to stop the magic he was working with his fingers.
I gasped as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. “Admit it, this is what you think about when you touch yourself at night.” His fingers plunged inside of me, dragged out, plunged in again. I didn’t plan to rock my hips with the motion, but my body was a traitorous whore. It didn’t care that the fingers belonged to Jace Kane, that he was the world’s biggest asshole, that letting him know how much I wanted him would lead to my humiliation, probably sooner rather than later. “You think about my face between your thighs, my cock filling you up the way no one else can.”
“I don’t.” I was having trouble getting the words out, a monster orgasm building at my center as his fingers settled into a rhythm.
He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. Pleasure or pain?
Impossible to tell.
“Don’t lie to me, princess. You think about me, don’t you? You spread your thighs and slide your vibrator inside your wet little cunt and wish it was my dick pushing into you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, riding his hand faster, seeking the release that was within reach.
He nuzzled his way along my neck and there was no greater testament to how far I’d fallen than the fact that I wanted him to kiss me.
It wasn’t just the orgasm I wanted. I wanted it all: his tongue in my mouth and on my cunt, his cock in my pussy, his naked body sliding against mine.
“I think you’re ready to come,” he murmured against my throat. “Is that right, princess? You ready to come?”
“Yes!”
He sucked on my neck, hard enough to burn. The sensation only added to the hunger coursing through my body, the pleasure rolling through me like a thunderstorm.
“Admit it’s me,” he said. “Admit I’m the one you think about in your bed at night when you open your legs, when you play with this pussy, when you squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples.”
I was mostly gone, the thinking part of my brain out to lunch while my body rutted like an animal toward the release it craved.
But I still had enough sense to deny it. “No. I don’t. It’s not you.”
His hand stilled and he started to withdraw his fingers.
I grabbed his wrist. “No, please…”
His gaze met mine and I saw the wicked light of triumph in its depths. “Please what?”
“It’s… it’s you,” I said. “I think about you when I make myself come.”
“And?” He stroked the walls of my cunt slowly, a sweet brand of torture, making it clear he could stop at any time.
“And… I think about you fucking me.” I should have been embarrassed, but I was guessing that part would come later. Right then I would have admitted to being a serial killer to get him to keep doing what he was doing.
“I knew it.” His fingers moved faster and I pushed down on his hand, trying to eke every bit of friction out of his thumb on my clit, pushing his fingers deeper inside me. “You think you’re ready for that, princess? Ready for me?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
The mayhem in his laughter sent a shudder up my spine. “You should give that some thought, because fucking me isn’t going to be like fucking Wolf. It’s not going to be like fucking Otis.” His eyes burned into mine, a mixture of need and hate and the anger directed at me that I never understood. “I’m going to destroy that delicate little pussy of yours and I’m going to love every second of it.”
The words sent a shot of fear through my body. Not just the sexy kind, the kind I was learning made me wet even though it made me feel crazy, but the real kind: the kind that said this man might actually destroy me by the time he was done with me.
But it must have been the sexy kind too, because I felt myself tip over the edge of my orgasm, felt it filling me up until it had nowhere else to go.
I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to look at him anymore. Didn’t want to try and analyze the storm of emotion there.
And without the storm of emotion — all the things I didn’t understand that stood between us — I let go.
“Oh god…” I came hard, the closet shelves digging into my back as I shuddered, my pussy tightening around his fingers.
He pushed through anyway, driving them so far inside me it almost hurt, his thumb grinding out vicious circles on my clit as the tremors wracked my body.
He pushed his cock into the soft flesh of my stomach and the nearness of his erect shaft to my aching pussy extended my orgasm while opening up another aching yawn of need at my center.
When it was over, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. For a split second I thought he’d step away, call it done since he’d proven his point.
Then his mouth crashed down onto mine.
My arms snaked around his neck as he crushed my lips, our tongues tangling in a hectic dance as he yanked up my wet T-shirt and palmed my damp tits in both his hands.
I reached for his jeans and slid down the zipper, then freed his cock, gasping at the sheer weight and size of it in my hand, my pussy throbbing with the promise of it.
He let out a coarse groan as I closed my hand around his shaft. I registered his piercings, smooth ball bearings marching up either side of his cock, and marveled that someone as hard and angry as Jace Kane could possess a dick so soft it felt like silk in my palm.
We didn’t stop kissing, not while I stroked his dick or while he squeezed my nipples.
What was happening was inevitable.
Unstoppable.
He was gasping for air when he finally tore his mouth from mine. He spun me to face the closet and yanked down my underwear.
I held on to the shelf of the closet and offered him my ass without shame because right now there was literally nothing in the world I wanted more than for my tormentor to fuck me stupid.
I moaned when I felt the smooth head of his dick slide between my thighs. It nudged against the opening to my dripping cunt and I pushed back, more than ready for him.
I’m going to destroy that delicate little pussy of yours…
I didn’t care.
I didn’t care.
And then a door slammed shut behind us in the hall.
I jumped, startled, and felt Jace straighten.
“Damn… I can’t say I’m surprised.” I looked over my shoulder — god help me. I was still facing the closet with my ass out, still desperate for Jace to fuck me — and saw Otis leaning against the wall, a mischievous grin on his face. “Don’t let me stop you. Unless… you want some privacy?”
Jace put another inch between us, literally hanging my ass out to dry, and tucked his dick back into his jeans. The front of his T-shirt was wet where he’d been smashed against my T-shirt.
I hurriedly pulled up my underwear and turned around. My cheeks felt like they were on fire.
Jace shook his head and raked my body with a dispassionate gaze, like I was no more interesting than an all-you-can-eat buffet at the end of the night. “Nah, I’m done here.”
He ambled down the hall without a look back, leaving me standing half in the closet with a wet pussy, my tits on display, and enough humiliation to last a lifetime.
Otis lifted his eyebrows. “Sorry about that.” His eyes were feverish as he glanced down at my half-naked body. “Although I’m not too proud to step in and lend you a hand. One man’s loss…”
“Ugh!” I tugged my shirt down and grabbed the towel I’d dropped on the floor, then hurried past him to my room. “You guys are the worst!”
Otis called after me, sounding genuinely wounded. “Just trying to help, doll.”