Chapter 39
Koby
Low wall lights bathe the hotel room in a dim, orange glow. It’s clinically clean... and quiet.
The kind of quiet that lets you hear your own pulse.
And mine’s still on the fast side, even though it’s been an hour since I brought Leilani here. I set her in the bathtub and watched her scrub Anton’s blood off her skin.
She didn’t speak the whole time. She didn’t even react when I asked if she needed help.
Instead of pushing, I took a hot shower, then sat by the tub as she drained it and filled it back up twice before the water stopped turning pink.
I open my suitcase, pull on a pair of sweatpants, then snag one of my t-shirts for Leilani. Her clothes are still at Blaze’s, so she’ll have to make do with mine tonight.
Before returning to the bathroom, I grab a bottle of water from the minibar and twist the cap off.
She’s out of the tub now, drying herself with a white, fluffy towel, wet hair sticking to her shoulders and collarbones.
“Here.” I hand her the t-shirt and the bottle. “Drink.”
She looks up at me, eyes big but unfocused, like she’s looking right through me. Her skin’s pink and there’s still blood under her fingernails.
I lean against the doorframe, still giving her space. It feels fucking wrong, but I don’t know what else to do.
She’s so detached I’m afraid to move.
A car horn bleeds through the window from somewhere outside. It’s Saturday evening. Life outside these walls goes on. People are out, enjoying their night. Drinking. Partying. Laughing.
And we’re caught in the aftermath of our actions.
She drinks a little, sets the bottle aside with trembling hands, then pulls the t-shirt on. Her eyes fall shut as she bunches the fabric with both hands, buries her nose in it, and inhales deeply. Her shoulders relax, a sense of calm washing over her frail frame, and my knees damn near give out.
“I’m okay, Koby,” she rasps, then clears her throat before looking at me. “A little confused, maybe.”
She comes closer, her bare feet padding across the cold tiles. Rising on her tiptoes, she stamps a soft kiss on my jaw and hides her face in the crook of my neck, her hands clamping around my throat. I wrap her in my arms immediately, a huge weight falling off my shoulders.
“Talk to me,” I whisper, sweeping her off her feet. “Please. I don’t know how to help you.”
“I don’t need help.”
Her fingers knot in the hair at the back of my head and she clings to me as I take her to bed. We end up tangled on the sheets, her weight on top of mine, my back against the headboard.
“He looked so surprised,” she whispers, her breath warm in my ear. “When I stabbed him.” She sounds steady, calm, and I’m not sure if that should alarm me or not. “I thought I’d feel guilty. Sad or scared... and I do, but not for the reason I expected.”
“What do you mean?”
“I...” She pauses. Whatever she wants to say keeps getting caught in her throat. “I’m not sorry, Koby.” She shifts to look me in the eyes. “I don’t regret it. Does that make me bad? Like him?”
I cradle her face with both hands. “No. It makes you brave.”
“But... I killed him.”
“He got off easy, hellcat. He deserved much worse.”
She huffs out something halfway between a laugh and a sob. “I keep thinking I should be different now. Like killing him should’ve changed something. I’m free... he doesn’t own me anymore, but I don’t feel any different and it scares me.”
“He hasn’t owned you for a while.” I tuck her under my chin, lips glued to the crown of her head. “Maybe that’s why you don’t feel different. Because you’d already killed whatever hold he had on you even before you killed him.”
That seems to ground her.
She breathes slower, steadier, and stays quiet, but not still. Her pulse beats fast and uneven against my chest. Little tremors run through her every time I kiss her head.
“You keep holding me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear,” she says after a while.
“I am. I’ve been afraid of that since I first saw you.”
“You’re a peculiar man, Mr. Maddox,” she whispers, peppering my neck with small kisses. “You saw me kill a man and you still want me?”
The atmosphere changes in a flash. From tentative calm to dark lust. She’s vibrating with it and it wakes the desire I locked deep inside my mind when I watched her stab Anton with such ferocity.
It’s sick, I know. Fucking twisted that seeing her kill him turned me on. Watching her take back control, punish him for all the hurt he inflicted was glorious.
I always did love her rage fits.
“More than I ever have.”
She straddles me, both hands falling to my bare chest. “You should be horrified...”
“Why?” I brush my thumb over her cheek. “I’ve done worse, hellcat. And I would’ve done much worse if you didn’t beat me to it.”
She grabs my hands and settles them on her hips, then starts pulling her t-shirt up, up, up. I watch, growing harder with every inch of skin she uncovers. Her boobs bounce once, nipples hard and pink.
“I’m here, Koby. All yours. I’m not leaving.”
“I’m peculiar, huh?” I ghost my hands up her sides. “You killed a man an hour ago.” I cup her breasts. “You were scared, confused, and close to tears ten minutes ago...” I pinch her nipples, watching her lips part in a silent oh. “And now you want me to orgasm those feelings out of you.”
She cants her hips, the wetness between her legs seeping into the fabric of my sweats. “No, I want to feel something else...” She scoots back and whips my cock out, squeezing the base. “Something that’s all mine.”
“Me,” I grit out because she starts stroking, and fuck if I can even try telling her it’s too soon. That she should give herself more time to process. “I’m all yours.”
She smiles small, her thumb smearing the first bead of precum over my cock. “And me? Am I yours?”
I reach up, cup her face, and kiss her forehead, then the corner of her mouth. “Only if you want to be.”
She follows me when I pull back, sinking into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine. Her small hand’s still working my cock up and down with more and more intent.
“Call me yours,” she whispers, biting my lower lip.
“Mine.”
A small shudder shakes her, forehead falling against mine. “Now prove it. Show me.”
I grab her hips, flipping her onto her back so fast the mattress groans beneath us. The movement knocks a breathy laugh out of her and it annihilates my last thread of control.
She lies there, staring up at me, eyes glowing in the dim lights, damp hair fanned across the pillow, skin still flushed from the bath. So fucking gorgeous. So perfect.
I push a pillow under her ass, and she wraps her legs around my back as soon as I get in position.
“You sure you want this now?” I ask, the head of my cock gliding over her pussy, precum mixing with her arousal. We both let out a shaky exhale. “You’re still trembling.”
“Not from any unprocessed trauma. Not because of the auction, and not because I gave Anton exactly what he deserved.” She grips my shoulders, trying to drag me closer. “Don’t make me beg. Fuck me. Now.”
I brush my lips across hers. “What kind of man would I be if I skipped foreplay?”
“I don’t want foreplay,” she whispers. “Not tonight.”
It’d be wise not to argue with her. She just killed a man.
I sink into her in one hard thrust, right to the hilt. She gasps and moans, her body melting into the mattress.
“Oh God.” Her nails sink into my arms. “Do that again.”
I pull out and drive myself home again, slower this time... just because I know she wants it hard and fast.
“How many orgasms will you give me, hellcat?”
“I don’t know,” she pants. “But if you don’t give me one, I swear I’ll hurt you.”
I chuckle, pulling my hips back and pushing forth slowly. So fucking slowly. I know the rhythm isn’t enough to get her off.
Her pussy pulses around me in that telltale way that makes it painfully obvious she’d come if I stopped teasing. But I love the way she arches into me, the way her cheeks run red, and her nipples pucker more.
“Stop teasing,” she groans, smacking my chest. “Move!”
“I am moving.”
“Faster.”
“Patience, hellcat. You can take this a little longer.”
“No, I want... I need... damn it, Koby.” She braces both hands on my chest, smacking me hard when I don’t budge. Using her legs, arms, and everything else she can for leverage, she shoves me off, wildfire dancing in her eyes.
My favorite view.
She whips herself up and keeps up the attack until I sit back on my calves. She climbs onto my lap, grabs my cock and slams herself down, her fingers gripping a fistful of my hair to yank my head where she wants it: lips in the crook of her neck.
The pace she sets is just like her in this moment. Frantic. Wild. Fast and hard.
“I love it when you do that,” I admit.
The angle is fucking perfect. I hit so deep I swear I’m not far off her cervix, but she doesn’t look like it hurts. If anything, she’s in ecstasy when I grip her hips and help her up the tempo.
She’s panting, mewling, her head thrown back, eyes closed.
Is there anything sexier than a woman using you to get what she desperately needs? I sincerely don’t think so. It takes five, maybe six thrusts before those panted moans hit full volume.
“That’s one, hellcat,” I say, taking over.
Her legs shake so hard she can’t keep up with the tempo, but she’s so light I have no issue bouncing her. A bead of sweat slides down my spine as I start pushing her with my hips, fucking into her to feel every pulse and every tremor of her tight pussy.
Her orgasm lasts for fucking ever and the sounds she makes have me on the verge of losing my cool.
“Now for number two.”
I pull her off me, flip her over and arrange her arms and legs until her knees are bent and her ass is in the air, her boobs pressing into the sheets, hands stretched out far ahead.
“Perfect. I’ve imagined taking you like this for days.”
Gripping her hips, I yank her forward a little more and slide my cock inside, bottoming out on a long, rough stroke. Leilani whips herself up, far enough that her shoulder bumps my chin.
“Oh, oh, oh shit,” she moans. “That’s so good.”
“What?” I pull out, entering her just as hard. “That?”
“Yes! Keep doing that, please, I want—”
“You’ll come again. And again.” I push her back down, my hips working at a frantic tempo, balls pulling tight.
I move one hand around her, searching for her clit, two fingers swiping that bundle of nerves left and right.
Leilani’s shaking, her knees not far off giving out, the edging doing its job.
“Fuck...” I heave, dragging my fingers down her spine, my cock pumping in and out of her. “Look at you, baby,” I mutter, fixated on the point where we’re joined.
“Faster, please. I think... I think—”
“Don’t think.” I up the pace. “Feel. Close your eyes and focus on my cock.”
She’s pulsing around me, not in the way that tells me she’s ready to come, but in a way that tells me her orgasm’s still building. I double the efforts on her clit, and move my free hand to her ass, putting a bit off pressure on her puckered hole with my thumb.
Leilani whips herself upright, the back of her head hitting my face.
“What...? What are you doing?” she breathes, a note of uncertainty in her tone.
“I’m pulling out all my best tricks.”
“But... that’s—”
“Your ass. I know. Does it feel good?” I rasp, hitting even deeper now she’s forced a change in position.
We should’ve started here. With her back to my chest, both of us on our knees, my cock drags along her G spot with ease and my fingers have more room to work her clit.
“Yes, actually. It does.”
“Good. Come for me, baby.”
We move in sync, chasing the high until she starts pulsing around me. A few more thrusts and she bows, shaking as the orgasm rushes through her. The moan that fills the room pushes me over the edge too.
I pump again, lose the rhythm, and spill inside her, letting go of the emotions that have writhed inside me for days. The fear, the rage, the relief... it detonates, leaving only dust.
We don’t move.
I stay inside her for a long time, hands braced on her hips, forehead resting between her shoulder blades. Her breathing is unsteady but calmer, the tension that’s been festering under her skin finally burned away.
Once my pulse calms, I pull out and collapse beside her. She rolls toward me immediately, curling into my chest like she was made to fit there.
I brush damp hair off her face, kissing the spot between her brows. “Sleep, hellcat. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You better,” she sighs. “You promised me forever.”
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