Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
KIARA
Has it really been so long since I’ve last had sex that I’m perfectly fine with humping an intruder in my grandmother’s bedroom? I should be fighting him harder. I should be screaming and biting and kicking him in the balls to try to get away from him, and yet…
His kisses are intoxicating , and his hands caress my body like he’s not a complete stranger. Even though he’s wearing leather gloves and covered from head to toe, I feel like I can feel his skin on mine. I’ve never felt so desired in my life; I feel lightheaded and weak, like I could just melt right into him.
My eyes fall closed as I inhale his scent. It’s something subtle and sexy, hidden underneath the pungent stench of cigarette smoke.
I can’t remember exactly when I realized being robbed was my biggest fantasy. I think it started when I was sixteen. Ryder Thomas, my school’s bully, had stolen my iPod out of the side pocket of my backpack—terrible place to put it, I know. Instead of feeling the fury of someone taking something that was gifted to me, I found myself squeezing my legs together to keep from getting my panties all wet.
It was my sexual awakening, if you will. I’d never touched myself before then, but every time I thought about someone stealing from me, I couldn’t keep my hands off my clit.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Something hard rubs against the inside of my knee, and when I reach down to see what it is, my hand wraps around the handle of a gun.
“You wanna shoot me, baby?” the man breathes into my hair. He almost sounds hopeful that I will. He stops grinding for one moment and takes the gun out of the waistband of his pants, pointing it at my face. “Go ahead. Do your worst.”
My mouth dries at the sight of it. When I don’t move, he holds it to my temple and starts kissing me again. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I bite down on his lower lip so hard I taste his blood on my tongue. A part of me had hoped he would let me fall to the floor, and then I could make my escape.
Of course, nothing in life is easy. Instead, he groans into my mouth and lets his tongue slip in. His blood mixes with our saliva, and I know I should be grossed out, but I’m so fucking aroused it’s ridiculous.
The intruder drops his head into the crook of my neck and groans, the rhythm of his hips speeding up as we both near our climaxes. His nails lightly scratch my scalp as he grips my hair, tugging so hard my head flies back into the wall. I cry out from both the pain and pleasure I’m feeling, and the fear that at any moment, he could blow a hole through my head.
“ Fuck ,” he whimpers, the sound making me weak.
Sharp pain shoots through the side of my neck as he bites down. I scream as my orgasm crashes into me, the force of it taking my breath away and the pain from the bite tipping me over the edge. For a moment, the two of us aren’t strangers, but lovers in the throes of passion. We grind against each other fast and hard, like animals in heat, chasing that inevitable high. He bites me everywhere, leaving the imprints of his teeth on my body.
Our moans echo off the walls as we come together. If we were a couple, it would be beautiful.
After his orgasm passes, he holds me against him, the two of us breathing heavily. I cry out in alarm when someone starts pounding on the door.
“What the hell is going on in there?” a male voice asks from the other side of the door, trying to open it.
I look at the blue-eyed man holding me. “There are two of you here?”
He grins as he sticks his gun back inside his pocket. “Embarrassed?”
Embarrassment is an understatement. That guy heard what the two of us were just doing, and I don’t know if that embarrasses me more, or the fact that I just let a total stranger give me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I’ve ever had. Not to mention, I just did all of that while my grandmother lay sleeping just feet away.
I push against the masked man, and this time, he lets me down. I land softly on my feet and go to stand by Grandma.
The man stalks over to the door and opens it. His friend’s eyes immediately focus on me, and my face flushes when I realize I’m standing here in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and shame.
“Get out—both of you,” I snap when they won’t stop staring at me.
“No problem,” the other guy says tersely, looking at his friend, but his blue eyes are on me like a predator watching its prey.
He cocks his head and goes to take another step toward me, but he changes his mind and remains where he’s standing.
“I’m not ready to leave yet,” he says in a low purr.
“Bro,” the other man says, “we need to go. Now .”
I wrap my arms around myself and squeeze tightly, feeling cold now that I don’t have the warmth of the stranger’s body against me.
“Please,” I whisper.
He starts to take another step toward me, but there must be something in my face that makes him falter, because he turns and leaves the room after his friend, disappearing into the darkness.
Just before he descends the stairs, I faintly hear him say, “I’ll be back for you, butterfly.”