Cadence
O NE MOMENT I'M ALONE , and then the next thing I know, Keiran is suddenly by my side, and he's dumping his jacket forcefully over my shoulders.
"I think you're cold."
"Actually—-"
Smoke-gray eyes glare at me, and I say right away, "I really am so, so cold. How wonderful of you to notice!"
Keiran then turns to Grant, and I open my mouth, thinking I should re-introduce them, but Keiran beats me to speaking.
"Leave."
Grant stiffens.
"Now."
He opens his mouth to argue, but when Keiran takes a step towards him, Grant ends up backing off. He leaves without meeting my gaze, and I don't know what I should feel first. Pity? Shock? Dismay? I turn to Keiran, and the moment I see the jealous rage in his gaze—-
Oh.
It all becomes clear now, and I know exactly what I should feel.
And it's hope.
"That wasn't nice of you," I say chidingly.
"Are you taking Poorly's side?" he grits out.
I choke back a laugh. "It's Porely, and you know it."
"Who the fuck cares?"
"I care—-"
"Oh, do you?"
"He's a very good friend—-"
Keiran looks as if he seriously wants to kill me. "Is he?"
"He is," I say softly. "Because in the three years you've been gone, he was the only one willing to listen to me talk about how much I love and miss you...even during the years I believed you cheated on me."
Keiran's eyes squeeze shut.
"And when I did find out you didn't cheat on me—-"
"Don't say another word," he grits out.
He's looking at me again, but this time I find it impossible to read his eyes, and it's scaring me. Was I wrong, after all? Is there truly no hope—-
"Because if you do, I don't think I can control myself."
Oh.
My lip starts to wobble even as my body starts tingling all over. I didn't realize it was possible to feel sad and happy, relieved and aroused, all at the same time. I just feel so, so much, and when I look up at him, I simply can't hold it back any longer.
"I love you—-"
Keiran grabs my hand, and it's all I can do to match his pace as he swiftly leads us out of the ballroom. We don't say goodbye to anyone, we don't make any excuses. We're simply walking out like we're in our own world, and the moment the elevator doors close behind us—-
Aaaah.
I'm up against the wall, Keiran's mouth is claiming mine in a punishingly sweet kiss, and his hands are everywhere.
Everywhere!
"Is this what you wanted?" Keiran growls. "To drive me out of my fucking mind with desire in front of everyone?"
"Y-Yes—-"
"Damn you!"
Keiran's mouth crashes back over mine, his hands gripping my hips as he lifts me against the wall, and my legs wrap tightly around his waist. Our bodies grind against each other, and my moan melts into his growl. Keiran's hand slides up, cupping my breast through the bodice, and another moan spirals out of my throat as his thumb brushes over one pouting tip.
"You keep making me break my own rules," he rasps out. "All I end up thinking is fucking you—-"
The elevator slows as it approaches the lobby.
"K-Keiran," I gasp, pushing against his chest. "We're almost there."
He lowers me to my feet, but instead of letting me go, his mouth latches to my throat just as the elevator doors slide open.
Nooo.
When he pulls away, the side of my neck feels like it's burning, and so do my cheeks, the moment I realize the number of people staring at us from outside the lobby.
"To be continued," Keiran says, his eyes on me.
And of course, everyone just has to hear that, and I just want the earth to swallow me up at this point.
When we're back inside the limo, I'm scared and hopeful that he'll pull me close, and we'll indeed continue where we left off.
But he doesn't.
Instead, Keiran makes me sit on the opposite row.
"Patience."
It's that word again, aaargh.
Every time he asks for patience, the more I want him urgently. I think he knows this, too, and that's why he asks it of me.
The minutes tick by, and I can feel myself growing wetter and wetter between my thighs.
"I can smell how much you want me, ."
Nooooo.
I'm torn between mortification and desire.
And by the time we're back in his penthouse, I'm already panting and shaking, I feel like I'm about to pass out or pounce on him.
I just...
I just want him so, so bad!
The moment the bedroom door closes behind him, everything happens in a blur. We don't even make it to the bed. We don't even get to take our clothes off. I just need him so, so bad that I'm sobbing his name out as I bend down while hitching my gown up—-
"P-Please."
He slams into me so hard that I start seeing stars.
"K-Keiran."
He slams into me again and again, and his hands are everywhere once again—-
Everywhere!
"P-Please."
"Tell me exactly what you want," he growls.
"M-More."
"More what?"
"Everything!"
"Not enough."
And when I feel him start to withdraw as if he's about to punish me—-
Nooo!
And that's when I find myself saying all the things I truly feel.
H-Harder.
J-Just like that.
M-Make me f-feel like y-you're about to t-tear me apart.
And that's exactly what he does.
The moment he swells to an impossible size inside of me—-
Thrusting so, so deep that we're truly one flesh—-
Aaaaaaah.
Pleasure tears me apart as he fills me to the brim, his thick seed running down my thighs.
And when I wake up in the middle of the night—-
He does it again.
Because when I wake up, he's gone—-
No, no, no.
And I suddenly can't stop crying, suddenly can't stop wondering if it's going to be the past all over again.
No, no, no.
Because I just heard the front door beeping as it unlocks.
Please, no. Please.
But I know I didn't imagine it.
Keiran is leaving me.
Again.
Pain threatens to swallow me alive.
I don't understand.
Keiran told me he had never cheated on me.
I had caught my own father lying about Keiran when the investigation revealed how his meetings with his "partners" coincided with the same night he supposedly caught Keiran with another woman...on the other side of town.
So why is this happening again?
I don't understand.
Please help me understand, God.
It's my first time to pray to Him after so many years. But this time, I felt completely lost, like I had never felt lost before.
I thought I could earn Keiran back.
I thought it was what I was supposed to do.
But what if he never planned for me to earn him back?
What if all he wants is to punish me?"