Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Kyan’s hand is in my hair, and he’s pulling me up toward him, a triumphant look on his face, like a cat that caught a mouse.
Prickles of pain erupt along my scalp, and I obey, standing.
My heart is racing so fast I can barely catch a breath.
I came here to get help, and I can’t believe how quickly that’s turned into… whatever this is.
But coming to Kyan is the best that I can do.
When I came back to the room and Holli wasn’t there, I lost it.
I’ve been searching everywhere, but I can’t find her, and I don’t know if she’s hiding or if someone took her.
Everyone is gone hunting for the day, or they’re in their rooms. In my panic, I considered pounding on every door, but before I did, I realized that would put her in more danger.
It might motivate them to kill her faster or alert people who didn’t realize she was here and put her on their radar. I’ve been sick since I found out.
I’m staring up into Kyan’s dark eyes, their depths unreadable. I’m trying to plead with him to get him to understand. He’s watching me closely, like a cat watching a mouse. Like I’m the only person in the world.
Kyan pulls me closer so my breath brushes his lips. We’re so close that if I move, I’ll kiss him. My skin is hot, and I can’t breathe; my whole body is on fire. I remember how electric it was when Kyan kissed me before. How good his lips felt on my…
Kyan’s hand brushes along my waist, and I suck in a breath. Is he going to…touch me again?
It shouldn’t, but it sends a thrill of forbidden pleasure down my spine and goosebumps erupt on my arms. Is he going to touch me as payment for his help?
My racing thoughts are cut off when Kyan’s fingers flip the button of my jeans. Suddenly, I’m full of adrenaline.
“Easy.” Kyan’s voice is low and gritty.
“What are you—”
Kyan’s lips smash down on mine, and then I’m smothered in him. He presses into me, demanding, controlling, trying to suck the air out of my lungs. Then he unzips my pants and pulls my dick out, and I can’t breathe. My lungs are a sponge that has been compressed by the pressure of Kyan’s presence.
His hot hand is on my cock, stroking. It seems all the blood from my lungs has gone to my dick, because I’m hard and pounding in his grip.
“Such a good boy.” Kyan’s hand disappears, and he starts nipping at my lip, sending short bursts of pain that go to my head. Then, he’s back again, and there’s something hot pressing into me. The grip on my hair loosens, and I look down.
Kyan’s dick is pressed against mine, large and throbbing, minute movements sending jolts of electricity through me.
For a second, I’m stuck there, frozen, every nerve ending on fire.
His dick is touching mine. His huge, dare I say pretty dick, with its veiny surface and soft tip.
Then his hand is gripping me, pulling me closer, then gripping our dicks together, stroking them both at the same time.
“You look so pretty against my dick like that.”
Pleasure races through me and tingles up my spine. It feels forbidden. I shouldn’t be liking this. Shouldn’t be doing this.
Kyan spits, the hot lube landing on my tip and dripping down until his hand comes up and sweeps over the tip. I shudder, bending over, and then he’s doing short movements running over both our tips. The pressure of his dick against mine squeezes something deep in my balls.
“Kyan, I…”
“Shhhh, I know.” His face is by my ear, his breath brushing against my earlobe.
His touch sends shivers of pleasure up my spine, and I think I must groan, because Kyan huffs out a laugh. “Poor baby, you just want to feel good, don’t you? I can make you feel good.”
I want to fight him, but deep down I don’t. My dick pulses, and Kyan doesn’t miss it, repeating the motion he was just doing. I feel his dick swell against mine. He likes this too. He likes this so much he’s swelling against me.
A wave of uncontrollable pleasure washes over me, erasing all the thoughts in my mind until all I can think about is Kyan’s body pressed against mine and the way he’s into it. Into me.
“Keep shaking like that, little mousey.” Kyan’s voice has gotten tight, and his hand has picked up speed.
His breath is coming in soft pants, and he’s impossibly hard, soft skin pressing against mine, hot with the contact.
Every pull of his hand squeezes more and more out of me, and I watch as I douse his thumb and index finger in precum.
The world narrows down to just Kyan and me and the magic he’s working with his hand and voice. The telltale tightening of my balls warns me that I won’t last much longer, which shoots a bit of panic into my veins. If I come too soon, will Kyan be disappointed?
I shift to relieve some of the pressure, but Kyan doesn’t let me run. He just follows after me, thrusting against his hand and me. The added movement makes me groan, balls getting tight.
Kyan just groans into my ear, his free hand coming around to cup me behind my neck in a possessive hold.
“Ky, I’m getting…”
“You gonna come, mousey?” There’s a tiny chuckle in his voice, and my face gets hot.
I shift away the smallest bit, but that just pulls on my dick more.
Kyan’s voice lowers. “Come for me, Oakley. Don’t rob me of what I’m owed.
” Then his hand is going faster, curling over my tip, and the overwhelming rush of an orgasm sneaks up behind me.
I stiffen, balls locking up and dick swelling against his.
Kyan keeps up the tempo, his own dick jerking.
For a brief second, I worry about other people catching us, but then that thought is taken away by the overwhelming pleasure.
And then I’m exploding, orgasm ripping through me, locking my body up in sensation, washing over me in waves.
Cum shoots out of me, coating Kyan, each pulse filling me with euphoria.
Vaguely, I notice Kyan grunting, and then he’s impossibly stiff against me. Then hot ropes of cum land on my dick, also shooting up and landing on my clothes. My gaze locks on it. Kyan came. With me. Against me. Touching me.
Facing me.
“Fuck, pretty boy.” Kyan’s hand slows, and there’s a slight tremble in it.
Still, I stare. Kyan is hot. Like, so hot. Out of my league, hot. And he’s messing with me?
Kyan lets go of our dicks, and I feel that loss like I’ve walked away from the heat of a fire. He tucks himself back in his cum-covered pants, straightening, looking like we didn’t just do the hottest thing in the middle of this room.
And as he steps away, any warmth I felt goes with it.
He’s walking away.
That same coldness when people realize I’m too much wraps around my fingers, sending a chill up my arms. For a second, I’m rocked by the grief of it, feeling like I’m once again a kid watching my mom light up a cigarette as she leaves.
Wrestling the tightness in my throat down, I clear my throat. This wasn’t about intimacy for Kyan. This was about manipulation.
Turning toward the door, I hide my face before he can see the pain on it. I notice every burst of energy in my muscles. My legs want me to chase Kyan. I want to grab onto him and never let him go. Show him that he’s making a mistake and that I can be good enough.
Then, I remember the reason I can’t be good enough.
Holli.
Cold fear quickly replaces the abandonment pulsing through me.
I did what Kyan wanted. Now he needs to help me find Holli. But that involves facing him when he’s already leaving me. Just like everyone does.
It takes monumental effort to turn back around. I expect Kyan to be ignoring me, but my heart races when I see him staring at me, dark gaze locked.
“Well?” I clear my throat and force my eyebrow to raise.
“Well?” Kyan’s face falls into something relaxed.
“About Holli.”
There’s a beat, and then his expression shutters over. I see the rejection as it’s happening in real time. But it’s not only rejection of me. It’s her. And that makes my blood boil. Suddenly, I’m not cold anymore, I’m burning up. This isn’t fair. He doesn’t get to be an asshole to her.
“You’re a fucking dick.” I snap my hands out and shove Kyan back. Hard.
He doesn’t react. Not even a little bit. Which just makes me angrier. I put my finger in his face, hating that I have to look up a little. “You know, you’re not any different than anyone here.”
Kyan’s gaze darkens.
“Selfish, criminal—” I sputter. “Dead-hearted motherfucker.”
“You done?” Kyan crosses his arms.
My face flames. “You know what? Yes. Yes, I am. Nice knowing you.” I whirl on my heel and stalk to the door.
Bursting out into the well-lit hallway, I’m slammed by the air conditioner.
I didn’t realize how sticky that room had become.
Humiliation beads across my forehead. I can’t believe I just did that.
Footsteps sound behind me.
Footsteps?
I glare ahead, too afraid to look back, heart racing. But I know it’s him. The huge presence, the magnetic pull.
Kyan falls into step beside me, silent.
We reach the end of the hall, and I realize I don’t know where we’re going. Kyan was my last plan. So, I snap my gaze over to him. “What are you doing?”
Kyan gives me a blank look. “Helping you, of course. Where are we going?”
For a second, I just stare at him. He stares back and digs in his pocket. “Wait. Have you seen my vape? Gold with a skull on it?” Then the huge man starts striding back to the room.
I’m frozen. He’s…helping? He’s not just leaving?
A forbidden…something dances through my chest.
He’s not leaving?