13. Twelve
Twelve
Kayleigh
“M hm.”
“You taste so fucking good,” I hear dream Erik tell me. “You’re not dreaming, seamrag bheag.”
My eyes pop open and I look down and see a smirking Erik look up at me from between my legs.
“W-ooh.” I start to ask him what he is doing but then it turns into a moan when he puts his mouth on my clit and starts massaging it with his tongue. I grip his hair between my fingers, pulling his face closer to me. I need the friction of his goatee against my skin. Erik scrapes his teeth along my clit, earning a loud moan from my lips.
“Yes, Erik. Please…” I beg, needing more, but when I feel his fingers being pushed inside me, my body launches itself into my first orgasm.
“ERIKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I scream until my throat hurts.
“Hold on,” he tells me before he flips me over onto my hands and knees. I feel Erik kneel behind me and push himself inside me.
“Oh god.”
“God won’t be able to save you from me. Even when I have drawn my last breath, you will still be mine.”
Fuck, I shouldn’t be so turned on by him being a possessive asshole.
“You like when I claim you as mine.” He doesn’t ask, he just states what we both know; his possessive dirty mouth turns me on.
“You should see yourself from this angle. Fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen.” He groans as he pushes on my back, lowering me to the bed. I move my hips back into him, chasing another orgasm I feel approaching fast.
“I’m going to ruin you for all other men. You will want me and only me,” he grunts. I get so lost in what he says that I don’t hear the buzzing until I feel him place it on my clit.
“HOLY F-FUCK!” I scream, clamping down around Erik’s cock.
“That’s it, squeeze me like my good girl.” Within a few strokes, I’m slumping to the bed as I ride out my second orgasm.
“I’m not done with you" he says, and the vibration gets turned up.
“E-Erik. I…I… can’t.”
“Yes you can, and I know you can,” he says as he lifts my limp body from the bed and pushes my back against his chest. He holds me up against him with one hand while the other holds the vibrator to my clit. He keeps his mouth busy as he leaves kisses and love bites up and down the column of my neck.
“Erik…I…”
“I know, good girl. I can feel your sweet pussy fluttering around my cock, getting ready to soak me again,” he groans, stretching his arm up to grab around my neck. “You will come for me one more time.”
“Yes,” I pant, closing my eyes.
“Come,” he demands, and as if my pussy has a mind of its own, I come so hard that black dots dance in my vision. Am I still breathing? Hell, am I still alive?
I see it now on my tombstone: death by Scottish Viking cock. I would love to go out like that.
“Seamrag bheag.”I hear Erik call me, but it sounds so far away. I blink my eyes and see him hovering over me.
“What?”
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah. I feel good. Like, really good,” I say with a smirk. He shakes his head, chuckling from deep down in his chest.
“I’m glad. You passed out on me.”
“Damn, you must have one impressive cock and fuck game if you got me to pass out.”
“Even after I fuck you till you pass out, you wake up being a sassy brat.”
“It’s a talent.”
He shakes his head before leaning down and kissing me.
Two Months Later
Erik is still determined to make me see that I am his.
The old man is clearly delusional.
The past two months have been nothing but sex—very hot sex which I definitely enjoy—and online school. My Daid and Erik both refused to budge when I said I was ready to go back to school. They wanted to keep me in a bubble, but I refused to lay around and be a victim. I already know what will happen if I don’t start living again and I do not want to go back down that rabbit hole. My brain will start working overtime and I will start overthinking. If I can keep myself busy, the less time my brain can wonder about the what ifs.
I sigh rubbing my hands over my face, feeling a tension headache coming on from spending hours studying. I close my laptop and shut my books before standing up and deciding to head to the kitchen for a snack break.
I’m shocked when I see a stunning brunette who easily could have been a model if she was younger. She must have heard me gasp as she spins away from the maid she was ordering around.
“Who are you?” she demands.
“My name is Kayleigh,” I politely tell her regardless of the dirty look and nasty attitude she is throwing my way.
“And what are you doing in Erik’s home?”
“I’m a guest. I have been here for a few months.”
“A FEW MONTHS!” she starts to screech, and I wince at the volume she reaches. If I wasn’t so close to her, I would be impressed.
“Why wasn’t I informed that he had a whore staying with him?”
I start to feel embarrassed. Who the fuck is she, and more importantly, who is she to be upset? Does he have a girlfriend, fiancée, wife? I look down at her left hand, which she has on her hip, and her ring finger is empty. Okay, so not a fiancée or wife.
“I don’t know why he didn’t tell you. And you are?”
“Eva Harris. The daughter of Richard Harris. You know, the politician and Erik’s ex-wife.”
“Oh, ok. Well, it was nice meeting you,” I say, no longer interested in getting something to eat. Before I can walk away, she grabs my wrist. I stop and look back at her.
“Yes?” I ask.
“What is it that you do here little girl? A maid?” She pauses then snaps her fingers. “I know you are a homewrecking slut.”
“How am I a homewrecking slut?”
“Because Erik is still mine.”
“How is he yours when you are divorced?”
She chuckles darkly, the kind of chuckle that puts goosebumps all over your body. “Just because we are divorced doesn’t mean he isn’t mine. Now if I were you, I wouldn’t get too comfortable. I will do everything I can to make sure you are gone, and, little girl, I have the means to do it. Between Erik’s illegal connections and my daddy’s political connections, I can make you disappear. No one would even blink an eye.”
I just stare at her. Is she serious? She can’t be serious. She is openly threatening me, not knowing who I am. It’s not going to go over well for her. I wish she could see her reaction, but then again, let’s see how much further she can dig herself into her own grave before she realizes she has fucked up.
“Okay then,” I say before pulling her hand off my wrist and walking out of the room. I feel her eyes on me as I gather my stuff from the dining room before I head upstairs to my room. I place my stuff down on my desk and sit down on my bed.
I run my hand through my hair, take a deep breath, and text Eric.
“Eva is here.”
I place my phone down figuring he won’t get back to me for a bit. I decide to change and go work out some of my irritation on a punching bag, but I’m stopped in my tracks when I see Erik’s name flashing on my screen.
Kayleigh: Hello.
Erik: What do you mean Eva is there?
Kayleigh: She was in the kitchen ordering staff around when I walked in there to get a snack.
Erik: What did she say? he growls. I guess he knows what a sparkling personality his ex has.
Kayleigh: She introduced herself to me.
Erik: Anything else?
Kayleigh: Nope.
Erik: Kayleigh, I know there is more. I will be home soon, and when I get there, you will tell me the truth, or you will find yourself over my knee with a red and sore ass.
Before I can reply, he hangs up the phone. I shake my head and continue with my plans to go spend some one-on-one time with a punching bag.
I spend about an hour in the gym between cardio and punching out my irritation, and as I am walking upstairs I hear raised voices. I guess Erik is home, unless Eva has managed to piss someone else off. As I get closer, I realize my first guess was right as I hear Erik’s voice.
“You cannot just waltz in here anytime you fucking want!” he shouts.
“I can do whatever I want, and you damn well know that.”
“Just because your daddy dearest is a politician doesn’t mean you have any power here. This is my house.”
“And mine.”
I shake my head and keep walking to my room. I have no idea what the deal between the two of them is, but I want no part of it.
I study for another couple hours before I decide to stop for the day. Thankfully the yelling ended a while ago. Erik never left; I’m assuming he is in his office working. I want to talk to him. I need to know what the deal is between him and Eva. I won’t be a mistress or, as Eva put it earlier, a homewrecking slut.
Knock. Knock.
“What?” Erik snarls.
I crack the door and peek my head inside. “Hey, it’s me. Do you have a moment?”
“Not now, Kayleigh.” I pause. He called me Kayleigh. He hasn’t called me that since he started pursuing me.
“I said not fucking now,” he growls.
“Yeah, ok. I would like to talk to you later then.”
“Get out.” I do as he says and close the door behind me. I quickly walk to my room, passing Darius on the way.
“Kayleigh, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I try to keep walking past him, but he stops me by gently grabbing my wrist.
“I know when a woman says she is fine that she is anything but fine.”
I give him a small smile. “I will be.”
He stares at me a moment before letting go. “If you need me…” he starts but I cut him off.
“I know.”
I continue to walk to my room; I lock the door behind me before I slump in my bed.
I knew this day would come, that someone prettier, without scars, would come along and Erik would no longer want me. As much as I enjoy what we have, if he wants Eva, then he no longer gets me. Not my body, not my heart, which he already took no matter how hard I fought it, and he definitely doesn’t get to boss me around anymore.
I won’t play tug-of-war with Eva for his attention. Either he treats me the way I deserve to be treated, or he doesn’t get me.