Chapter 12 #2
“Kin,” I press but he doesn’t hear me in his rage-filled haze.
“Kincaid, stop!” Tears spring to my eyes again and before he goes in for another crack at Leroy’s face, I wrap both hands around his bicep to pull him away.
Leroy lands with a heavy thud on the floor, his face resembling a smashed fruit pie.
His eye sockets have completely caved in, the nose that once graced his face is now crushed to a pulp. He looks completely unrecognisable.
Kincaid turns to face me, chest heaving, anger and fury radiating from him. “Never again, Brynne.”
My fingers tremble over the scorching flesh on his arms. “Kin, I’m.. sor–”
“Do not apologise," he says through gritted teeth and gently places his blooded hands on my cheeks.
I can feel it slick against my flesh. “Never again will you be threatened like that. Never again will someone lay their hands on you without consent. Never-a-fucking-gain, will you be torn apart. Not for as long as I live.”
I go to open my mouth, to tell him how truly sorry I am for dragging him into this mess, for getting him hurt– Instead everything seems to slow as he pulls my face to his and smashes his mouth to mine.
Copper blooms across my tongue as he forces his way into my mouth and I let him.
I give him complete access to me without ushering a word.
Rough hands and cold metal rings drag against my skin as he traces the bones in my face. I tilt my head back to deepen the kiss, allowing him to explore me. He groans into my mouth and I let out a whimper as he runs his hands over my body.
I feel like my entire being is on fire and I’m pretty sure Kincaid can feel it too. We’re just two souls, desperate for each other and I don’t think I can wait any longer.
I couldn’t give a fuck where we are or what we’ve done here, I just want this man to consume me. To take every inch of me as his own.
Breathlessly I break the kiss, “take me Kin, right here.” My fingers grapple against the thin material of his t-shirt, the pads of my fingers eager to feel his skin against mine. Kincaid rolls his forehead against mine, his eyes scrunched closed as need fires through him.
“You deserve better than this love, but fuck, I want you so fucking much.” He says with a rough groan.
Pain scorches across my hips as he grips me tightly, but it’s a pain that I welcome. I want the hurt that comes with the pleasure that only Kincaid can give me. I’m desperate for him, eager for him to strip me bare.
“Please, Kin. I don’t care about anything else but this, but you.”
In one swift move I’m being spun around, my chest crashes against the wooden table that sits in the centre of the room.
The surface is covered in overdue bills and empty beer cans but I don’t care.
We could be in the depths of Hell, as long as Kincaid is the man that I’m with, I wouldn’t give a shit.
Hands roam from my hips and down towards the globes of my ass, kneading the flesh with rough strokes. I moan with every desperate touch, the sensation sending me higher and higher. Kincaid slips his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, teasing me then he stops.
I turn my head to face him. “What’s wrong, why did you stop?
” He just looks at me, but not like how he’s done before.
This time it feels different, like he’s really seeing me for the first time.
Like he can see through the stone fortress that I’ve built around myself.
Heat burns in his gaze and I watch his chest rise and fall.
“Before we go any further, tell me who hurt you?”
My blood threatens to run cold in my veins but then I have to remind myself that Kincaid wants me for me. My trauma doesn’t scare him, just the thought of losing me does that, so I swallow my pride, my shame, and tell him everything, right there on the shitty dining room table.
I spew everything to him. From the night I was attacked, to the abortion, to murdering Chris and everything in between.
I let it all out like an overflowing river.
Words fly out of my mouth like vomit and for the first time in my life, the weight of the world doesn’t feel so heavy.
My shoulders don’t ache as much and I feel like I can finally breathe but on the other hand, I’m so scared to open my eyes.
I can’t remember when I closed them but I must have at some point because all I see is darkness.
“Brynne,” Kincaid says with a softness that makes me want to cry. “Look at me, love. Show me those eyes.”
Fear clings onto my stomach like a wicked creature. Its claws are too sharp for me to escape from. I can feel it tightening around my organs but Kincaid is there to save me, to rip me away from the monsters. He’s always there, just like he said he would be.
My hands shake against the surface of the table and it takes all my effort to lift them away, like the palms of my hands are covered in sticky glue. Slowly I begin to open my eyes to reveal the man that I’ve fallen so hard in love with.
Kincaid beams at me. “There she is.”