Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
RYE
“What took you so long, Kitten?”
The first puff of smoke hardly soothes me when Hannah opens my bedroom door.
Her body stiffens, those sweet eyes landing on mine. Leaning back in my leather recliner right in front of my door, I relish in her surprise.
You don’t think I knew when she and Ember pulled up to the gates?
You don’t think I knew she used Ember as a distraction to my family so she could sneak into my house?
Hell, I knew she was on the property the second her designer heels set foot on Rowen land.
What I didn’t know was what she’d be wearing, and fuck, it's doing more to intoxicate me than my current gin diet.
"Loud Love" by Soundgarden plays on my room’s surround sound, but it only aids her little fashion show. And when she tugs on the leather belt of her black trench coat, the air in the room gets ten times hotter.
“We didn’t finish what we started,” she says, her red lips looking juicier than they did this morning.
“Tired of running?” My eyes rake over the delicate black lace wrapping around her body like the perfect gift. The fabric clings to her skin in the same way I need her to cling to me.
“Tired of something.” She closes the door behind her, those shiny platform boots thudding against the wood with every step she takes towards me.
Her hair is up in a tight ponytail, highlighting the soft features in her face.
The candles in my room cast shadows on her cheeks, the flicker of the flame in her eyes.
“Using your only friend as a pawn,” I say, taking another puff of my cigarette, my eyes gazing up her toned legs. “You that desperate?”
“No, but something tells me you’re pretty desperate for me, Rowen.
” She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a roll of black duct tape.
I chuckle at her grasp for power, but I don’t pretend I’m not distracted when she shrugs her coat off her bare shoulders.
Delicate black lace hugs her body, her tits catching the light.
There’s just one thing. “You don’t get to walk in here like you own the place.”
“Fine. I’ll walk in here like I own you, instead.
” With that, she straddles me, her warm body pressing into me as she wraps her arms around my neck.
See, I can prove in a flash that I’m stronger than Hannah.
But with the way her centre presses against my hardening cock, I’d be an idiot if I didn’t see where this leads.
She leans towards me, her sweet and spicy scent coming with her as her mouth finds my ear.
“Let’s see if you can still be in control when someone else takes the reins.
” Her tongue finds my lobe, making my cock jump.
I steady my breath, the soft graze of her mouth making me harder.
A growl escapes me as my hips thrust up against her.
She leans back, a smirk on her face, before she pulls the end of the tape with her teeth.
It snaps with a hard tug, a long piece hanging from her mouth before her hands glide down my arms. She pulls my arms behind my back, wrapping the long piece of tape around my wrists.
“What’s wrong?” She leans in close to my lips, the smell of peppermint coming with her words. “Can’t handle it, can you?” In one quick pull, she pulls open my shirt, buttons clattering to the floor.
“Careful, Kitten.” It’s hard not to groan with the sultry way she grinds against me. I’m hard. Real hard. “You and I both know that’s designer, and you and I both know you’ll need to pay me back.”
“It’ll be hard to make me do anything in your position, don’t you think?” It’s hard to ignore the feeling of her nails digging into my skin as she drags her fingers down to my abs. With the way it stings, I know she’ll leave a mark.
“You think being on top of me makes you in charge?” Two fingers fall between my waistband, and it gets harder to breathe.
My abs tighten with the way her fingers graze the tip of my hardened shaft, and I’m tempted to grab her.
The tail on the tape wrapped around my wrist gives me an out, an easy way to take control, but Hannah has me intrigued.
And the sexy little slide she does to her knees makes it harder to fight back.
Her ponytail tickles my skin, a contrast to her stinging scratches.
She looks at me with defiance as she unbuckles my pants, pushing them down with her hands while she pulls at my boxers with her teeth.
When she unleashes me, there’s no hiding how hard she makes me, my staff at full erection.
She grins, right before she sinks her teeth into my thigh.
“You’re confident tonight,” I groan, another one escaping when she bites down on the other side. “What are you planning, Kitten?”
“To make you mine.” Her words come out breathy and light, her lips grazing my staff. My abs tighten, the throbbing veins in my cock telling me how riled up she gets me.
“Careful,” I groan.
“Or what?” She slinks up. Straddling me again, those round, perfect tits land in my face.
Leaning forward, I make sure my words land against her ear. “Or I won’t be.”
Her eyes lock on mine before they wander my face. Something shifts, but before I can read her, she tugs her lace panties to the side and slides herself right onto me.
“Fuck…” Another groan escapes me. It’s like the first time back on the ice after a break. It’s like the first smoke after calling it quits. She always feels so fucking good.
“We stopped being careful a long time ago,” she says, the room darkening around us.
She finds a steady rhythm, my fists clenching as she moves those hips.
Her wet warmth on my cock makes it damn near impossible to keep letting her take the reins.
But the look on her face, her eyes glazed, her mouth open like she's found serenity. It makes me hang on that much longer.
She’s right. I’ve been far from careful. Tonight shows that, but right now I don’t fucking care.
“Take me,” I groan, wanting nothing more than my hands on her ass. “Show me what you got, Kitten.” The feeling of her using my cock makes my heart hammer against my ribs, my eyes falling to her tits as they bounce with each thrust.
“Who knew you were such a good sub?” she says, her breath heavy as she works her hips harder.
It takes everything in me not to thrust so hard into her she’ll break.
“I know I can take you, but can you take this?” She sinks her teeth into me again, the mix of her bouncing on me and the sting of her bite only making me harder inside her.
I’m throbbing and she feels it too, the sounds she makes, the sweat shining on her body.
“I enjoy power,” she moans, her head falling back. “I won’t let you take that from me.”
“Like how you’re taking me?” She moves faster, the springs underneath the cushion of the recliner doing their best to keep us both up. They squeak with our movements, combining with the sounds of her body slapping against mine. “Do you enjoy the power? Do you really want me to break you?”
“You can’t break me.” She moves harder, faster. And it’s too fucking much.
Grabbing the tape, I wrap my two fingers around it and pull. She squeals when I pick her up before her back hits my bedroom wall. I keep her legs around me, drilling into her while she scratches and bites me, unleashing havoc on my body.
“You think you’ve won?” Hannah moans against my neck, her arms tight around me.
“I know I have." Her head hits the wall, her back arching against it, and I can’t help but gloat. “You’re almost there. Why don’t you let it go, Kitten?”
“Not until you do.” She tightens her legs around me, but her words light a fire.
My hand flies to her neck. “Careful what you say.”
“What?” She smirks, my grip tightening. “You can’t keep your cool?”
“No,” I’m firm with my words as her eyes lock on mine. It makes it so much harder to hang on to my release. “I need you to be clear with what you want.”
“I want to feel you crumble underneath me.” She pants. “I want to know I’m not the only one under this spell. I want you to show me who’s in charge, and that’s me.”
My grip tightens around her again, her words bringing me right to the brink. “Hannah…” I groan.
“Prove it,” she urges as she clamps harder on my cock. “Fucking, prove it. Please prove it.” She begs, her breath ragged and… fuck…
“Fuckkk, Hannah!” I groan as I own her from the inside out. As I mark her in a way that makes her mine.
It feels like heaven and hell colliding. Relief and submission as my muscles spasm, my toes curl, and everything in my brain disappears.
I’ve never felt anything like it.
And she’ll pay for that.
I don’t stop when I drip down her thigh, I don’t stop when her grip around my body loosens. I give her my all, again and again. She makes it easy.
She makes me come alive.
We don’t stop until we’re both collapsed on my bedroom floor, in a heap of gasps and sweat, the world spinning around us.
Silence takes over the room, my heart pounding. Her soft skin on mine. My arm moves for her before she rises.
“I’m going to clean up,” she says, moving towards the bathroom.
Looking down at my skin, marks of her remain everywhere. Red scratches on my abs. Deep bite marks on my thigh.
Fuck.
Closing my eyes, I let my head fall against the floor.
Fuck.
I’ve had my share of girls on campus. Hell, since high school, getting girls has always been easy. But every time Hannah and I collide, it gets more and more explosive. She makes me lose myself in a way I’ve never felt before.
What the fuck do I do with that?
Something shifted that night on the island. Something I’ve tried to ignore. I ignored it again at the precinct as much as I could. I ignored it the entire time I cleaned up my sister’s mess.
We need to end this war. We need to end it now.
“You make it so easy,” Hannah says, her voice closer.
“Oh, yeah?” My voice comes out tired. A croak, like she really did take all my power. “‘Cause you make me really hard.”
Click!
That familiar sound makes me open my eyes.
When I do, a phone hangs in front of my face.
My phone.
In Hannah’s hands.
I reach for it as she pulls it away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?"
“Getting what I came for.” She smirks, her trench coat wrapped tight around her. Her cheeks still flushed, her hair still a mess, she looks at me with as much power as I drove into her.
Pushing to my feet is hard, my body exhausted from her. “Hannah, don't be stupid.”
She rushes to the window as I storm towards her.
“Come any closer and I'll let this go.” Dangling one leg out the window, she holds my phone above the ground.
“You fucking used me?” All the tension I released comes rolling back.
“Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t?”
“Hannah, get back inside so we can talk.”
“I’m waiting for a reason.” She stares into my eyes, a softness in her glare, like what I say next really matters.
“You don’t want to fuck with me like this, Alfonso,” I respond, begging her not to fuck me over. Not to fuck us over.
Her shoulders drop before she swings another leg over the windowsill. “You’ll get over it. You always do.”
I’m aware I can push her to her death right here and now. But instead, I watch her climb down the wall like she's fucking Tomb Raider. Then she disappears into the darkness of our yard.
Standing in the empty room, I'm left with the smell of her. The smell of us. It only makes my insides burn, my stomach ache, and my head throb. And before I know it, my fist goes through the wall.
Ringing hits my ears, the air around me thickening into a suffocating smog.
My eyes move from the fresh hole to my fist covered in pasty white drywall. It shakes, I pocket it, Hannah’s actions swirling in my head.
I head to the glass of liquor on the bar just as the doorbell chimes from downstairs. The burn of the gin settles in my chest as I work through equations in my mind.
That's what this was all about? Getting my phone?
I don't even know what she wants on there. She's the one with the heavy-hitting document.
“I’m so sorry to bother you, Miss Nam.” Hannah's voice comes through the walls, my body freezing. It's muffled, but I still hear every word. “I know I’m the last person you want to see, but I have something you need to see.”
It hits me.
I know what she’s after.
Slamming down my glass, I grab a robe off my bathroom hook and rush downstairs.
“Don’t listen to her!” I call, hopping down the main staircase.
“Ryung?” My mother’s at the door, her head turning to me as the lines in her forehead crease. “What's going on?"
Hannah shoves my phone in my mother’s face. “He knows what happened to your husband."
My mother reaches for the phone before I get there, lowering the glasses on her face.
It’s too fucking late.
I can see the footage from behind her, Krystal hovering over my father with a bloody candlestick in her grasp.
My mother’s hand comes to her mouth as her eyes shift to Hannah. So do mine.
What the fuck has she done?