Chapter 17 #2
My brows lower when his gaze returns to his phone. He doesn’t look as excited as I am.
Is this part of his game?
Don’t overthink it.
Heat settles on my neck when I make it to the bathroom, a flutter low in my stomach.
This is perfect.
Dim lighting shines on the polished floors, guiding me to the large, gold-framed mirror above the long white sink.
I’m literally blushing, my eyes a little glazed from our drinks.
My hand comes to my cheek, Drey's scar faded.
I haven’t heard from him in a while, and I’m hoping he’s moved on.
It's what's best for us.
“Good riddance,” I mutter.
The lights go out.
Click!
I can’t see my reflection as darkness fills the space.
No windows. No flickering candles. Just a faint line of light peeking in from under the door.
Turning around, I lean against the counter, a buzz on my skin.
“I admire your dedication to your craft,” I say.
My heart pounds in my chest as I listen for a sound, anything to tell me where he is.
“Still not gonna say anything?”
I gasp as I’m lifted off the ground.
My ass lands on the counter before warm lips come to mine.
I melt into it, his kisses more frantic than last. Hungrier, like it’s been years since our last encounter.
His hands are all over me. My back. My thighs. My tits. My ass.
He claims me with so much possession I’ve forgotten I was ever my own.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “Understand?”
A moan leaves me when his fingers push between my legs.
He’s quick, pulling my panties to the side, then…
“Dear fucking god,” I sigh, my body on fire as he plunges his fingers inside me.
“Feels like you understand just fine,” he growls.
He thrusts his fingers in that hypnotic rhythm that drives me insane. He moves his thumb in that motion that makes me buck against him, begging for more.
“Yes, please, yes.” Those are all the words I get out before his hand comes to my mouth.
“Quiet. Or he’ll hear you.”
I don't know what he means, but I don't care, as long as I get to feel him.
With darkness around us, it's like I’m in space, my body exposed to the elements. I'm soaking in every bit of tingling sensation as he pulses his fingers deeper and deeper inside me. His pace quickens as I rock my body hard against his fingers.
“Say it, Zee,” he groans, his thumb circling my clit.
“Fuck, Kon," I gasp, my body shaking from his touch.
Then he stops.
And I beg, “Please, don’t stop.”
I reach out to feel him.
I touch nothing.
Moving my hands around in the darkness, I try to find his body, but I can't.
“Sir?”
Click!
The room floods with light, my eyes burning with the sudden shift.
“Oh my goodness!”
My head whips to a woman’s voice.
She stands by the door, literally clutching her pearls and for good reason.
I’m still sitting on the counter with my top around my waist, and my legs spread.
Fire hits my cheeks as I hop off, fumbling with my clothes.
Rushing past her, I mumble an apology as I exit the room.
Once out, my back lands against the wall next to the door, and I let out a breath.
What the fuck?
Why did he leave?
A smirk spreads across my face.
Kon’s playing a game, edging me until later.
My clit throbs between my legs as I let out another shaky breath.
God, this is so fucking hot.
My head held high, I return to the table, my strides longer as I move through the room.
Kon's already in his seat, his phone back in his hand.
When he glances at me, he does a double-take.
His eyes dance around what I’m assuming is my messy hair and crumpled clothes. “Something happen in there?”
I take my seat, my legs still vibrating. “You tell me.”
His brows furrow, then he sucks in a deep breath, leaning closer. “Listen, Atlas called in a favour. Some guy down in Broadbank has an Indian scorpion he wants to get his hands on. He needs me to go with him. Is it okay if we end things here and pick it up another time?”
Fucking Atlas.
My shoulders sink, but I can't be too mad after that performance. "Promise you’ll make it up to me?"
A hint of red brushes across Kon’s cheeks, his gemstone eyes sparkling in the light. “I promise.”
Kon’s quick to pay the bill and escort me back onto his bike. The ride home isn’t awkward, but it’s not what I expected after such a heated dinner.
He doesn’t stop to give me kisses. He doesn’t pull my arms tighter around him. He’s speedy, zooming between cars on his way back to Eastmount.
Did I do something wrong?
Was it too much too soon?
Is it my age?
“Uh, thanks for tonight,” I say, once we're outside my house. I hand him his helmet, trying to read his face. “I’ll see you soon?”
Kon’s hand lands on my shoulder, a surge rippling through me. Glancing at his phone, he clears his throat. “I have a few minutes if you need some company settling in.”
Prickle.
Heat.
My heart skips a beat, but I play it cool. “You don’t have to, I can—”
Glancing back at the house, my body stills, a tight knot forming in my stomach.
There’s something in the window upstairs.
A motherfucking shadow.
Tension spreads across my chest, my throat closing in.
The porch light goes out.
“Zee?” Glancing back at Kon, his head falls to the side. “You’ve gone pale again. Something wrong?"
Looking back at the house, I squint into the window.
If Kon’s out here with me, who the fuck is inside?