Chapter 17
KAYLA
I slide up beside Eriu, Tim coming up behind me, hands on my hips as I let the music consume me. My eyes closed, I drown in the beat while a man I don’t know dances behind me, real close.
Too close.
I don’t know how long we dance, but one song slips into another, and when I look around, I don’t find A anywhere. Then again, he wouldn’t wear a mask here, would he? He’d wanna blend into the crowd.
Chris is watching from some obscure corner while Devlin is still glaring at Eriu, probably thinking of ways to kill Prince.
When the current song ends, I excuse myself and head for the restroom. This has been kinda fun so far.
I hate celebrating my birthday. Being the center of attention isn’t something I ever looked forward to, and I know my parents will want to make a big deal about it, and so will my friends.
But today is nice. Just being out with Eriu, dancing, having a drink, is enough.
So I want to enjoy it for what it is before reality sets in.
“Excuse me,” I say to someone just as I round the corner toward the narrow pathway leading to the restrooms.
It’s kinda sketchy here, even with the few drunk women laughing as they strut past me.
Before I can enter, I feel someone behind me. Breathing heavy, warmth of a body practically touching mine. An uneasy feeling washes over me, scurrying up my arms like a deadly threat.
When I try to look behind me, a hand snaps to the back of my neck. “Look straight ahead and make a left past the bathrooms.”
That voice…
“A? Is that you?”
“Keep walking, little wolf, and don’t turn around.”
His tone sets me ablaze. Feels good to hear the command in it. His other hand grips my hip, pushing his torso into me to propel my body forward. All I can do is want more of whatever this is.
“Are you angry?” I ask.
He pushes me further with a quiet chuckle.
“You were dancing with someone, his cock practically grinding on this perfect ass, and you’re asking me if I’m fucking angry?
” he seethes under his breath. “Yeah, Kayla, I’m furious.
I’m even angrier knowing you were purposely trying to get to me, and I let you.
You knew what that’d do to me. Knew the way I’d want to rip his lungs from his throat for touching you.
So yeah, I’m angry. You win. And now you get to see what happens when you do. ”
A shiver glides up my arms, and I grin.
I won and he lost. It’s exactly what I wanted. Well, not quite. I did want to see his face, and I still haven’t.
He shoves me down the corridor until we’re beside a door.
“Open it,” he demands.
And I do, while my body practically jolts with tingles he put there. He thrusts me inside, and when the door shuts, all I know is darkness.
I can’t see him, yet I feel him. My hands reach out for him, anything I can grab on to. At first, I feel nothing but air, hear his audible breaths rushing out of him.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, all silky soft, yet rough around the edges. “Did you want to make me jealous?”
“Yes,” I whisper, fisting his shirt when I find it and pulling him to me, and he lets me. “Did it work?”
“Does it look like it didn’t?” he groans, and his mouth drops to my ear, his body pinning mine against a hard surface behind me. “You know it did. You know what you do to me.”
His lips run down the space behind my ear, the tip of his tongue circling seductively. My head snaps back as I let out a moan, realizing that if I can feel his mouth on me, it means…
“You’re not wearing your mask…” I breathe.
His cock is jutting through his pants. I can feel how hard and heavy it is against my belly.
I need to see him. Need to see the face of the man who makes me feel this way. After all this time, after everything that’s been done to me, I can feel something.
“Don’t need it here. You can’t see me.” There’s amusement in his tone.
“Please,” I beg. “Please…”
Show me your face. Touch me. Make it feel good like it never has before.
“What are you begging me for, baby bird? Tell me what you want.”
“I—”
His hand curls around my throat and squeezes. His warm breaths skate across my lips, making me whimper and sound like I never have before. Except in my dreams when he was there too, taking things I never gave a soul.
These things I’m feeling, they make no sense. It’s as though I’m dreaming. Like this is someone else.
But I am someone else now, aren’t I?
“Oh, God,” I groan with a heavy throbbing between my thighs.
“Is this what you’re asking for?” He squeezes my throat a little more. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes, I—I…I want you to be rough with me.”
“How rough?” His other hand runs up my bare thigh, slowly lifting up my dress, fingering the strap of my cotton thong.
“Rough enough to hurt.” The words fall without shame, because I know he’d never make me feel that way.
“Fuck,” he hisses, fingertips running up and down my slit.
My toes curl, my hand snapping to the back of his head. His hair is soft as I fist it, forcing his mouth into my throat.
He kisses and nips, his palm pushing into my pussy while I grind on it, my body trembling with desire the more he touches me, the more he sounds like he’s losing control.
“Tell me your name,” I beg him for crumbs I know he won’t give.
Instead of answering, he flips me around, one hand around my throat, the other roughly lifting up my dress until my bare ass is exposed. But he can’t see it, and that just makes it all the more erotic.
“Hands flat against the wall and bend that beautiful ass over.”
My palms meet the wall, while my body curves willingly for him.
“This is all you’ll get from me,” he breathes with a harsh baritone. “This is all we’ll have. Blood and bodies stroking in the dark. Can you live with that, Kayla?”
With a finger around the strap of my panties, he slides them down to my upper thighs.
“Yes,” I cry out, never having felt this level of need before.
Never knew I was capable of it, yet somehow he brought it out in me.
But this isn’t enough. I want so much more. I want him to tie me up and fuck me on the ground until tears drip down my face, not from pain but from overstimulation.
He suddenly moves back, and for a second, I think he’s leaving.
“Where are you going? Please don’t go!” I sound pathetic, but right now, I’m too far gone to care.
But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he grips my wrist, then the other, and binds them behind my back with something tight.
“Wha-what are you doing?”
I should be afraid. It’s what the men did. But I’m not. Because deep down, I know he won’t hurt me. He’s proven that already. This is exactly what I wanted.
“It’s what you want, isn’t it?” He repeats the words spinning in my mind.
“You want me to fuck you like my personal whore. Tied and gagged, crawling to me.” He runs his palm against my core, and my body jitters as I whimper.
“Want me to use this body. Want to be my cum slut, isn’t that right, babe? ”
Babe.
That word again.
Pain lodges in the back of my throat.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, overwrought with emotion.
“Are you crying?” Concern lines every word, and suddenly his hand stops moving.
“I’m fine. Don’t stop. Please. I want this.”
He grunts. “Hate that I want this too.”
His palm connects with my behind, and the sound echoes in the room. He spanks me again, harder, faster. My skin aches, wanting every bit of the burn.
Every inch of my body throbs, needing this man to take me however he wants.
“You have no idea how badly I want inside you.” His frame falls over mine, hard body forming against my soft one.
“Then fuck me,” I say. “I want that with you. Please, A, please…”
“Shit…” His fingers trace my pussy, one sliding in to roll around my pulsing clit. “I can’t, but I will give you this.”
He pinches me there, and I cry out with a shudder.
“Every time you’re alone in the dark, you’ll think of me and the things I’m about to do to you.”
Then, without warning, he thrusts his fingers so deep inside me, my body vibrates from the sensation. His palm presses into my throat, fingers cinching tighter the harder he fucks me, groaning every single time I moan with undulated pleasure.
His thumb circles around my clit while he keeps up the rhythm, making me tremble and cry out for more.
“You feel too good, baby bird. Like a needy, filthy thing made just for my depravity.”
“Oh, God!” I flinch, my hands coming to form fists against the small of my back.
The need to touch him, to feel his body against mine, overwhelms me. Stars break before my eyes the more he hits that spot inside me, the release ebbing until it’s ready to reach the cusp.
“I want you to come for me…” His teeth rake my throat, and the more those heady sounds come from deep in his chest, the harder and faster I need that release. “I want you drenched and flushed and begging to be mine. Because that’s what you are. Mine.”
With another flick of his finger against my center, I scream out, “Yesyesyes!”
And he’s there, palm around my mouth as I free-fall into the most amazing feeling of my life.
It doesn’t end. The more he rams into me, the harder I come. He doesn’t stop, not even as my body’s overwrought with sensitivity.
“I—I can’t—fuck!” I gasp on a whimper.
“One more. I want to feel you do that around my fingers one more time.”
As though by his command, I feel myself rising again, my core spasming.
“I’ve—I’ve never done that before,” I pant, the truth falling from me easily.
He growls against my ear, rubbing his palm between my thighs, my eyes rolling back again.
“I’ve never wanted this before,” he says. “Never wanted to make a woman feel good the way I wanna make you feel good. You don’t know how badly…”
“How badly what?” I breathe.
Instead of finishing the sentence, he thrusts his fingers inside me again, as though wanting me to forget what he just said. But I can’t.
“Tell me what you—you were gonna say,” I groan.
“Never mind that. Now quiet while I make this pussy drip down my hand, because it’s what you did, Kayla. It’s what I make you do.”