Chapter 16
A ce is laying down by his favorite tree while I’m laying with my head on his stomach staring up at the moon, lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, Ace barks and stands. I quickly follow suit to see what his problem is. When I see it, my mouth goes dry.
Kylo is walking slowly to his door with blood dripping down his eyebrow and chin, a few fresh bruises marring his face. The sight is oddly attractive, but the wave of concern and possession rolling through me is deeper, pushing me toward him without another thought. I’m in front of him before Ace, lightly holding his face to examine it.
“What the hell happened? I just saw you twenty minutes ago.” He grabs my hands and pulls them off his face, not responding nor looking at me.
“Kylo, who did this to you?” I urge with furrowed brows and a firm voice.
He walks inside his house and I follow, not waiting for an invite. When he looks at me again I ask, “Where is your first aid kit?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I don’t have to do anything. If I’m offering it’s because I want to.”
Eying me carefully, he gives me a terse nod and disappears into his bedroom. His house has the same layout as mine, but that’s where the similarities end. Where my walls are blue or white, his are gray with black furniture everywhere. His kitchen has black cabinets with a light gray granite countertop and three, low-hanging lights over the island. The first thing that grabs my attention is a piano in the corner of the room. Walking up to it, I run my finger along the top of it, then something catches my eye—or someone.
It almost looks like…no, it can’t be.
There is a stack of canvases of different sizes leaning against a wall. The first one I pull back is a charcoal drawing of half of a man's face, the bottom half looks like it’s melting, or being washed away. Scanning behind me for Kylo and coming up short, I pull out the one I originally saw.
It’s a drawing of…me.
It looks so real, so detailed. It’s like seeing myself in a different light. A surge of emotion overcomes me at how raw this artwork is. It oozes a concoction of polar opposite emotions, yet it’s perfect.
Faintly I hear the bathroom door close, so I quickly put everything in its place and sit on the piano seat.
His eyes sear into mine as I tend his cuts, but I keep my focus wholly on what I’m doing, no matter how bad I want to squirm. He doesn’t flinch once, not even the first time I dabbed his deepest cut with alcohol.
“It was my father. Renato.” He spoke so low I almost didn’t catch it.
Marco had mentioned Renato to me before, he is the don. I don’t know how I didn’t put together that Kylo was his son before, but it all makes sense now.
I don’t think Kylo truly wants to be the man he pretends to be when his mask comes out. He’s just under his father’s thumb.
After packing away the things I used, the box slides across the floor when he kicks it and stops by the entrance of his room. Turning my attention to the piano I ask, “Do you play?”
“Not for a while. It was my mother’s.”
He starts to play a song, then messes up a key and starts over. The lyrics come to me while he plays—it’s an old song I love, Alone by the band Heart. Mindlessly I hum along until the song breaks and I start singing out loud. Kylo doesn’t seem to mind, if anything he seems to be playing with more ardor.
The song ends and I have a goofy smile on my face. But when I face him, he does, too, and he definitely has a dimple. This might be the first time I see him smile and I don’t want to look away. His smile drops and when I bring my eyes back to his, they burn with desire.
For a second, all we do is stare at each other. Whether he moves first or I do is lost on me, all I know is somehow our mouths collide in pure hunger. My hands are in his hair while his move from my neck down my back to my waist, pulling me on top of him. He guides my hips over the bulge in his pants, swallowing my whimpers.
His tongue slides over my teeth as our tongues swirl together, exploring each other. Without warning, he bites down on my lower lip hard until the taste of metallic is added to the mix, oddly heightening my desire.
Kylo is my personal brand of drug, I’ve decided. It’s dangerous. There’s always the inevitable crash that follows the high.
In one swift movement, he stands, placing me on top of the piano. Then he’s peppering kisses down my neck, sucking and biting down to my collarbone. My eyes shut at some point, and when they flutter open, I’m met with a confused-looking dog by the bedroom door. Embarrassment takes over; it feels wrong to do this in front of him.
Sensing the shift in my mood, Kylo stops and stands straight, concern written on his features. “What’s wrong?”
A chuckle breaks free before I can stop it and I cover my mouth. Clearing my throat, I point at Ace inconspicuously with my eyes and whisper, “I don’t think he needs to see any PDA, we’ll traumatize him.”
He seems to remember we aren’t completely alone when he looks to his left. Pinning me in place with commanding eyes that ignite a fire from within me, he says, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He walks to the door.
“Alright, out you go, boy.” I’m not ashamed to say my eyes were on his ass while he lazily strolled to the door.
Those blue eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them when he prowls back to the piano. Taking a seat in front of me, never taking his eyes off mine, he runs his hands up my thighs, stroking the flames inside me until my whole body is hot and ready.
“Look at you, being a good girl and following orders. Good girls deserve to be rewarded.”
My breath hitches when he tugs on the waistband of my tights and panties, peeling them off and tossing them aside. The way he stares between my legs is like there’s a three-course meal waiting for him and he’s been starving. As if on reflex, my legs come together, but they don’t make it all the way. His hands grip tightly, spreading my legs wide for him.
“Don’t be shy now, I just want a taste,” he whispers between my thighs.
Placing both hands on his shoulders, all the blood rushes to my cheeks. “Kylo, I haven’t showered and I’ve been sweating for hours.”
Leaning in, he drops his voice to that low, husky tone that drives me crazy. “Every time a bead of sweat rolled into your bra or down that hot-as-sin stomach, I wanted to lick it off you. Now, lie back and let me have a taste.”
Who am I to deny this man what he wants?
Any protest I had dies in my mouth when he dips his head down, dragging the edges of his stubble along my skin before sliding his tongue through my folds. My hand goes to pull his hair and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He eats me like an esurient, possessed man, fucking me with his tongue. The sounds coming out of me sound foreign to my ears. I am a needy, whimpering mess.
Inserting one finger, then another, his tongue expertly glides over and around my clit. My head falls back and he uses his free hand to tug my body closer to his face. I completely give in, lying on my back and letting him devour me. There’s a low rumble from Kylo, almost like a growl, that reverberates through me, sending sparks up my spine and shooting out of my mouth as a moan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kylo .”
When he removes his fingers, I don’t have time to feel the loss because his tongue replaces them. Positioning his nose right on my clit, he shakes his head wildly, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. My whimpers are bouncing off the walls, seemingly spurring him on. When he pinches and sucks my clit into his mouth, I fall off the edge, screaming so loud my voice cuts off.
“You taste so fucking good.” His voice comes out strained.
When I manage to sit up, my body heats up all over again at the sight before me. Kylo was jacking off while he was eating me, rubbing my juices on himself. I’m not sure how long he was doing it for, but knowing that he was turned on and couldn’t help himself just by eating me out gives me the strongest urge to please him. He’s watching me with half-lidded eyes and it looks like he’s close.
I waste no time hopping off the piano and dropping to my knees, taking him as deep into my mouth as possible. His piercings scratch my throat, but the burn is delicious. I welcome it.
“Oh fuck, what are you doing?” He lets out a string of curses then fucks my mouth roughly.
Tears spring in my eyes, but it’s not long before his thrusts get choppy and he stills, pulsing and spurting warm, salty ropes of cum down my throat.
Using his grip on my hair, he pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply, mixing the taste of each other with our tongues. When he pulls back he lays his forehead against mine and holds me there for a minute breathing in shared air, neither of us speaking. Eventually, the air hitting my naked legs sends goosebumps through my body, so I find my pants and throw them on.
Glancing at Kylo before he notices me, there’s a war in his eyes. He turns to me and it fades away, but something is still off.
“Hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” He clears his throat. “There’s this party we’re having this weekend in the estate and I was wondering if you would want to come with me?”
I don’t know what I was expecting him to say, but it wasn’t that. Prying into his eyes gets me nowhere, his guard is up strong. Relenting, I drag out, “Sure, why not?” For a moment, he seems disappointed at my answer and that only confuses me more.
There is something he isn’t telling me, and I intend to find out what it is.
“Great. It’s this Saturday.”
“Okay, well I’m going to go for that shower now.” I hike my thumb over my shoulder at his front door. If he said anything after that, I didn’t hear it, too focused on getting back to my house. I almost forgot to let Ace back inside on my way out.
After today, I’m more confused than ever in regards to Kylo.