Chapter 14
I ’m completely naked when I wake up; I must have gotten hot in my sleep. Mustering up all my strength, I roll out of bed, throw on a pair of sleep shorts and a black tee, then walk into the bathroom with barely open eyes. When I catch a view of myself in the mirror, they widen, making my head throb slightly.
While I wash my face and teeth, I remember going to the club and having fun. Marco was right, it was exactly what I needed. The rest of my night comes flooding back as I’m washing my teeth and I rinse my face with water to cool it down.
Holy shit. Did that really happen?
With furrowed brows, I throw my hair in a low ponytail and stomp into the kitchen. Before I make it to the counter, I hear a low rumble coming from the other side of the wall. Forgoing my plans for breakfast, I try my best to get a glimpse out my window at the sound. A shiny, black Yamaha instantly grabs my attention and nothing stops my feet from taking me out the door and straight to its owner.
I didn’t think this through. Suddenly, I’m regretting coming out here.
Right as I will myself to turn around, those dark eyes meet mine and hold me in place. Kylo stands with a rag in his hands, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of black gym shorts—his gun visibly sticking out. His full, tan, muscular body is on display, dripping with water or maybe sweat. A bead of water runs from his pecs down to the pronounced V-line leading into his shorts. My eyes trace as many tattoos as possible before his light chuckle snaps me out of it.
With renewed confidence—that I don’t actually feel—I start walking to him again. Keeping my eyes on his bike, I stand on the opposite side in an attempt to put some sort of barrier between us and run my hand over the handle closest to me.
“This is the first time I’ve seen your bike.”
Luckily, he doesn’t bring up what happened last night. Yet.
“It’s a shame you don’t have yours. I would’ve loved to hand your ass to you in a race.” He tosses the rag in his hands into a bucket nearby.
Gone are any nerves I had. My head snaps up to meet his eyes again. “Ha, I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Oh, believe it. Until you can prove me wrong, I stand by what I said.”
Resting my hands on the seat of the bike, I lean forward. “If I still had Diablita, I’d prove you wrong twice, capullo .”
His expression suddenly darkens and he turns serious. “Stop talking and sit down.”
My brows furrow, confused by the sudden change in his demeanor and why I want to listen when he speaks in that husky, imperious tone.
“What?”
“Sit on the bike, Amaris.”
The command sends a shiver through me that I repress, but ultimately I swing my leg over and sit on it. A tinge of fear spikes through me when he reaches for his gun and takes a step closer, yet the heat that climbs up my body overpowers it.
My body and clit are always in a frenzy when he’s around. Maybe all I need is to fuck him one good time and then I’ll regain control of my body. Right now he can ask me to do anything and I would probably do it.
I hate it.
Motioning with his gun, his husky voice envelops me. “Rev it. I know you want to. Do you feel the vibrations?”
Only he can make a motorcycle feel sexual, and it’s working . When I focus on the vibrations to my core, it sends a burst of pleasure through me and my eyes widen slightly. Just like last night, he doesn’t take his eyes off mine, but he doesn’t touch me, either. He points his gun right at my clit and clenches his jaw before speaking.
“Are you wet for me, foxy?” When I don’t respond, he pushes the tip of his gun closer to my throbbing pussy. “Hold on to the handles and ride my gun.”
The idea is preposterous. Who in their right mind would do that?
I blame the amnesia for the way my body instantly responds, flooding with arousal as my nipples erect through the tee. When I lean forward and lift slightly to grab onto the handles, he slides his gun underneath me, the only barrier being my thin shorts. With steady movements, I grind on his gun and bite down on my lip to hold back any sounds.
With a glare and anger I don’t fully feel, I rasp out, “I loathe you.”
“You hate me, but your pussy purrs louder than my bike.”
My hips speed up when he wiggles the gun around and slips my shorts to the side, exposing my bare pussy. Removing one hand from the handle, I pinch my nipple through the fabric. The vibrations and his added movements feel better than any vibrator out there. My orgasm hits me like a train, blindsiding me as I gasp and whimper.
“That’s it. No, look at me.” He grabs my chin with his free hand.
When my breathing is closer to regular, he helps me off the bike on his side. “Didn’t you just wash this bike?” I ask when I plant both feet on the ground.
“I’ll clean it again after I fuck you in the pool of your cum.”
Before I have a chance to process what he said, I’m being spun around and bent over the seat of his bike. He pushes down harder with one hand when I try to lift up, quickly pulling my shorts down with the other.
“You are going to stay there like the good girl you showed me you can be and take everything I give you,” he growls.
I can’t help but look around, if not to get a view of what Kylo is doing behind me, then to make sure no one else is around to see us.
The unmistakable sound of foil ripping makes my thighs squeeze together on their own accord. A loud smack on my ass catches me off guard and makes me yelp. He spreads my legs and rubs the tip of his dick through my folds. Through the condom, I feel a small ball that sends shocks up my body.
Does he have a piercing?
Almost as if he heard my thoughts, my question is answered when he pushes the tip in. I feel not one, but four piercings slide in with him, eliciting a gasp from me.
“Let me in,” he grits out from behind me.
“I don’t know if you’ll fit.” I don’t think he’s even half-way in yet.
Holy shit.
“I’ll make it fit,” is my only warning before he slides out a fraction and thrusts as deep as he can, making me cry out. I feel the exquisite burn as he stretches me. He slaps a hand over my mouth and shushes me, while his other hand glides up my hip, pushing my shirt up slightly.
“Your body was made for me. You even have thumb grips for me.”
He uses his hold on my hips to thrust all the way in, silencing my screams while he fills me up in the best way possible. Speeding up his thrusts, he lands a hard slap on my ass, followed by another.
Grabbing the base of my ponytail, he pulls me back to his mouth to whisper, “I’ve been thinking about this sweet pussy all night.” When he lets go of my hair, he takes my hair tie with him.
“Fuck you, Kylo.” I meant for it to sound harsh, but I was so breathless it ended on a moan.
His balls send waves of pleasure up my spine each time they slap my clit. I bite down on his finger and he stills a few strokes after. His voice is hoarse when he chokes out, “Don’t move.”
With both hands on my hips, he pulls back to the tip torturously slowly then slams into me to the hilt, his piercing hitting a deep, sweet spot that makes me see stars.
“Breathe when I tell you to.”
“What—"
His rough hands cuts off the rest of my sentence along with my airflow before my next blink. Deep, punishing thrusts are all I can focus on, meeting each one to the best of my ability. My vision dims and any emotion I had melts away except for the pure bliss of being dominated and taken roughly.
This shit only happens in the books I read about or my fantasies. I’m going to make sure I enjoy every delicious second, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust.
“How does it feel knowing your life is in my hands?” He punctuates his sentence by squeezing tighter. “Your pussy has me in a death grip. You like this, don’t you?” he rasps out.
He pistons his hips and drags my orgasm out of me, giving me oxygen, but no respite.
“You have no idea the mess you’ve made, little fox,” he groans. I feel him swell and pulse inside me. That feeling alone is what has a second orgasm crashing through me, harder than the last.
Dropping my weight onto the bike, Kylo buries his forehead in my neck until our breathing evens out. By the time I stand up and turn around, his shorts are already back in place and he’s tossing the used condom in a trash bag. I’m adjusting my shorts when he walks back to me.
“You may have temporarily taken my soul out of my body. But I have my wits back and I’m here to say no more funny business,” I say, poking his bare chest with the tip of my finger. Despite trying to stay serious, a small smile turns up on my face.
Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that; he makes a weird face then almost laughs. Almost. I could have sworn I saw a single dimple forming, but it was wiped off his face before I could really be sure.
His usual tense and serious mask slips back in place, but his eyes are looking behind me. A part of me doesn’t want to turn around, but it’s inevitable.
Luciano casually saunters up to us until he’s just a few feet away, looking no different than when I last saw him aside from his suit being navy blue instead of gray this time. There is also a small black gift bag in his hand and a knowing smirk on his face.
“Ah, Amaris. Just the person I wanted to see.”
Out of the corner of my eye I see Kylo’s fist ball up and his body tense. In lieu of the situation, my cheeks heat up and I give Luciano a coy smile.
“I was just about to bake some cinnamon rolls. Care to join me?”
“ Por supuesto .” He motions for me to lead the way.
With one last glance at Kylo and the cloud of warning settled over his features, I lead the short way to my house, gathering my tousled hair back into a low ponytail. Luckily, I always keep an extra hair tie on my wrist. He definitely knows something just happened between Kylo and I. The least I can do is look somewhat put together.
“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I say to Luciano once we’re inside.
He hands me the little bag and I pull out a box containing a beautiful, gold watch with a dark rim around the top and aquamarine diamonds decorating it—my birthstone.
“Did you see the look on his face? This is my new favorite way of messing with him. Plus, a little birdie told me it was your birthday yesterday.”
Rolling my eyes playfully, I offer a real smile. “Thank you, Lucifer. I love it and I don’t have a watch.”
Chuckling at my new nickname, he takes a seat at the dining table. “I noticed. It looked like it would suit you.”
While he observes the table decor I recently threw on there for fun, I take the opportunity to really look at him. He’s always composed but on guard, without a hair out of place or a wrinkle in his suit. Even if I didn’t know what I do know about him, I’d know there’s more to him than this ‘businessman’ facade. The first clue would be the countless scars marring his knuckles—the only visible skin aside from his neck. Taking in his put together look, I realize how un -put together I look.
“I made a blueberry cheesecake yesterday. Want a slice?” He contemplates it and shrugs, so I plate him a small slice. “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom and get changed real quick, I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time, piccola .” He waves me off.
When I return, there isn’t a crumb left on his plate. “What’d you think?”
“I don’t think I’ve had better cheesecake before. You made this?”
“From scratch,” I beam at him.
He carries his plate to the sink and rinses it, then stands aside to watch me bake. We’re quiet as I pull out the ingredients, and for a second, my brain glitches and irrational anger washes over me. Knowing I’m not alone, I try my best to hold it in and calm myself down without having an outburst. They have been few and far between lately, but still present, never around anyone though.
As soon as I walk out of the elevators, Mama is waiting with a smile on her face. I drop my school backpack carelessly and run into the kitchen to give her a big hug.
“How was school today, mi amor?” she asks into my hair after placing a kiss atop my head.
“It was boring, I’m ready to bake with you. Can we start now?” I chatter excitedly.
She laughs. “As soon as you take a shower, we can start. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I don’t hear Lucifer walk up to me or speak, but when he gently places a hand on my shoulder, my body unfreezes and I jump back.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I blurt out far too fast. He raises a thick brow and my shoulders slump along with a tear I couldn’t hold in. “I was...I don’t know what happened,” I say honestly.
“Do you want to try to explain?”
Debating my options, I decide to try. “Ever since I woke up with half of my memory I get these brain glitches where nothing makes sense. I’m just confused by the memories I’m trying to remember. Then, that quickly morphs into this burst of aggression I feel like I can’t contain. The small clips I see in my head are so vague that it feels unhelpful.”
“It’s not enough. You want more,” he points out. I nod in response and he continues. “Well, I know I can’t help you with that, but if your anger is towards the confusion, then you need to treat yourself with kindness. It’s not your fault you can’t remember certain things at the end of the day. You are allowed to take a break when that happens or if you simply feel like you need it. And if a soft approach doesn’t work, there are healthier outlets for your anger.”
As I listen to him speak, my anger slowly fades away, replaced by his words. “It’s been happening less, but sometimes it gets to be overwhelming. I mean, it’s been a week since I’ve been out of the hospital already and physically I’m fine. I want to start working again, but what if I can’t control my outbursts?” I ask while I continue grabbing the rest of the ingredients.
“I think you’ll be just fine, piccola . Take it one day at a time.”
Mixing everything together, I let his words sink in then break the silence. “So, a little birdie told me you don’t believe in love. Care to share?”
He shakes his head with a small knowing grin on his lips when I look up. “I believe in love, I just don’t believe that it is for me. I’m not sad about it, I live my life the way I want to. I’m happy this way.”
I’m not sure if it’s me he’s trying to convince or himself. Knowing I shouldn’t pry further, I switch the subject to myself then inconspicuously throw in a question about Kylo. Since our first interaction, I knew Lucifer was smart and he always proves me right. He catches on and goes on about little details and stories about Kylo.
Once the cinnamon rolls are ready, I pull them out and let them sit under the kitchen fan, taking a steamy bite out of one and blowing air into my mouth while I chew. Lucifer watches me with amusement and when I offer him one, he says, “You are going to make me fat if you keep offering these treats. I don’t think I can say no.”
He blows on his roll before taking a bite—see, smart—and makes a mmm sound. His eyes narrow when they open, staring me down. “I’m taking some with me.”
I laugh at how serious he sounds, but also because he likes them so much. Not that I’m surprised, they are my specialty. With his fresh rolls in a small container, we walk to the door.
Before he walks out he nods at me then says, “Take care of yourself, piccola , and be careful out here.”
I spend the rest of my day inside reading after texting Marco and rescheduling our spar session for tomorrow. I’m not hiding, simply taking a break and resting for the day.
At least that’s what I tell myself.