Chapter 36
I step out of the bathroom, securing a towel around my waist as I cross the hall towards the bedroom, beads of water dripping from my damp hair onto my shoulders and down my back.
I wasn’t in there long, and it would’ve been a hell of a lot more fun had Kaia accepted my offer to join me, but she refused, giving me some bullshit excuse about having a headache.
I could see she was lying and I haven’t stopped wondering why since I stepped under the water.
Did I make a mistake giving her the bracelet? Was it too much too soon?
Fuck, when did I become such a pussy?
I open the bedroom door and stop when I take in the scene in front of me. I blink a couple of times to make sure I’m seeing this right, that I’m not just imagining this. Even if I had imagined this, I don’t think I could ever have come up with something quite like this.
“Fuck me, butterfly,” I groan.
Sitting on the bottom of the bed, with one leg crossed over the other is Kaia, dressed in my kutte and nothing else. I scan her from head to toe, well, actually it’s the other way around.
I trail my eyes up miles and miles of long smooth creamy legs I can’t wait to have wrapped around my waist. My head.
Everything else is hidden from my view by my kutte that’s draped over her shoulders, the tiny strip of skin where it hangs open at the front giving me the perfect tease of what’s underneath.
Her lips are stained cherry red, the image of them wrapped around my cock making me painfully hard in a second.
Her rich chestnut waves fall like a waterfall around her shoulders and down her back, and on top of her head, sits that fucking Santa hat from Ray and Rita’s house.
Those ruby lips stretch into a smile. “Come here.”
As soon as my ass hits the mattress, she manoeuvres herself onto my lap, her pussy grazing the bulge hardening beneath my towel.
“What are you up to, butterfly?” I ask.
Her red lips twist into a seductive smile.
“I didn’t know we were doing presents so I figured if I can’t get you anything, I can give you something instead.
” She leans in, placing a kiss to my neck, sucking gently on the skin there and I growl, my need for her growing by the second.
“I distinctly remember you saying how you want me to ride you while wearing this thing.” She tugs on the leather that covers her beautiful tits.
As much as I love seeing her wearing my kutte, my mouth waters at the thought of sucking those rosy nipples into my mouth, between my teeth until she screams for me.
She pushes me onto my back before untucking my towel, my dick standing to attention the second it’s set free.
“You wet for me already, baby?” I ask, noticing the slickness that coats her inner thighs. She must really want to ride my dick.
“Had to keep myself busy somehow while you were in the shower.”
“You touched your pussy without me?”
She bites her lower lip. “I didn’t want to wait.”
“I’ll let it slide this time, butterfly. But next time, I wanna watch.”
She positions herself above me, aligning the tip of my cock with her pussy. She drops down so only an inch is inside her before lifting back up, doing it over and over, circling her hips, not only teasing me, but teasing herself as well.
She’s trying to drive me crazy, but she should know by now edging is one of my favourite things. I could do this all fucking day.
“Quit teasing, baby. You know what to do.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She sinks down, her pussy swallowing my dick, taking me all the way to the hilt. The groan that rumbles up my throat is drowned out by the cry she lets out. It fills the room and it’s quickly become one of my favourite sounds.
She’s so fucking wet. She doesn’t need time to adjust to my size, my dirty girl’s already ready for me.
“Ride me hard and fast, butterfly. And ride me good.”
And boy, does she ride me good.
She rides me like she was made for this. Like she was made only for me. She rides me like it’s the last time she ever will.
I’m mesmerized. I can’t take my eyes off her as she moves above me, her eyes closed, her head thrown back while she grinds down on me, searching for the friction she needs on her clit.
She feels fucking incredible.
Fuck, watching her ride my cock while wearing my kutte is enough to make me come. Only old ladies are allowed to wear their man’s colours. It’s a symbol of ownership, for want of a better word.
It means she’s undeniably mine.
Indecently mine. But I think she’s been mine since the moment I met her.
And I’m hers.
“That’s it, baby,” I coax, my fingers sinking into the flesh of her hips hard enough it’ll leave marks, but I don’t give a fuck, and neither does she. “Ride my cock… Such a good fucking girl,” I praise, knowing what it does to her.
Knowing it drives her wild.
She cries out, her head tips back, her hair like a waterfall behind her. She leans back, bracing her hands just above my knees, the new angle grazing her g-spot and she circles her hips over me.
“Fuck me, you feel so good,” I moan.
My eyes are fixed to where my cock disappears inside her, her greedy little cunt devouring every inch of me.
“Touch me. Please,” she pants.
I reach down and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“God, Killian!” she cries above me.
I drag my gaze up to watch her. She’s a fucking goddess. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you look right now? How fucking sexy you look bouncing on my cock. My beautiful dirty girl.”
Her pussy squeezes my dick in response to my words. I love how much she likes me talking dirty. I never bothered with it until her.
My kutte falls open, exposing her full beautiful tits that bounce every time she slams back down onto me, those rosy pink nipples begging to sucked on.
“Who’s kutte are you wearing?” I ask her.
“Yours,” she replies breathily, her head tilting back, lost in her pleasure.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.” Her words are barely a whisper.
I reach up and grip her chin roughly, guiding her face to look at me. “Who do you belong to?” I repeat.
“You! I belong to you.”
“That’s right, butterfly. You’re mine. All fucking mine.”
I grip her hips and slam up into her, driving my dick deeper inside her. She tips forward, bracing her hands on my shoulders as she grinds down on me, her clit grazing my pelvis.
I slap her ass, enjoying the gasps that leave her. I do it again and again, the sounds she makes have me careening towards my climax.
I take handfuls of her tits, kneading and squeezing as she continues bouncing up and down on my cock.
I sit up enough to close my lips around a nipple, sucking and licking the hardened tip before taking it between my teeth.
It tips her over the edge and before I know it, she’s squeezing me like a vice as she comes, her pussy flooding around my cock.
Her release triggers my own as I spill inside her, giving her everything I’ve got. She continues moving over me, riding us both through our orgasms as she wrings out every last drop of cum I have to give her.
She collapses on top of me, her chest heaving, her pussy still convulsing around me.
She tilts her head, her chin still resting on my chest but her eyes peering up at me. She grins. “I think I should wear your kutte more often.”
“Oh, butterfly. I guarantee it.”
Later, after we’ve both cleaned ourselves up, we climb into bed and I waste no time in drawing her close.
I’ve never slept next to anyone before her, let alone cuddle, but I love it.
I love how she feels against me, she fits perfectly like she was always meant to be there, like we were made for each other.
I love how she feels safe and comfortable in my presence and how safe and comfortable I feel in hers.
I love everything about how it feels to be with her.
Kaia’s head rests on my chest, my finger drawing lazy circles over her back, her breaths evening out as she succumbs to the pull of sleep while all I can do is stare up at the ceiling. For me, sleep is impossible, my mind unable to shut up enough to go to sleep.
Listen to your heart, it never lies.
The words written on that tiny scrap of paper I plucked out of the fortune cookie earlier keep playing on my mind. I’ve never believed in all that psychic bullshit. I know they’re just random words and they mean nothing, but I can’t shake them. Because they mean something to me.
Kaia twitches slightly beside me and I hold her tighter against me. I watch her eyes dart around behind her eyelids, her lashes flickering. Every time I look at this girl, a girl I shouldn’t want and a girl who definitely shouldn’t want me, I can’t help but think of what if.
What if I delete those photos of her from my phone? What if I erase them from existence and be with her? Protect her. Love her. Build a future with her, a future I didn’t think I could ever have.
When I first found out Kaia was the daughter of a man I’ve hated for almost half of my life, all I could think about was hurting him like he hurt me. I didn’t care about the fallout. I didn’t care if Kaia got caught in the crossfire, and now I can’t think of anything else.
The thought makes me sick.
Listen to your heart, it never lies.
Well, my heart is telling me it doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to her. Because Kaia is my heart. She’s what keeps it beating.
I need her like I need air to breathe. I need her smile to keep me whole and her touch to keep me sane, and above all, I need her love because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to live without it.
“God, I wish I didn’t have to hurt you,” I whisper into the darkness.
“What?” she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! She’s still awake.
I comb my fingers through her hair, my heart hammering. “I just mean, at some point I’m gonna hurt you and you’re gonna leave me.”
She angles her head up to meet my gaze. She presses her hand against my cheek. “Never.”