Chapter 21
Kennedy
“Where are we going?” I ask dumbly.
Dae hasn’t looked my way since he got behind the wheel of his car. We’ve been driving for ten minutes in utter silence. The waves of anger roll off of him, though. He’s pissed, and I’m trying to figure out if it’s with Ardie or me.
Perhaps both.
“My car is still parked at The Regal,” I tell him. “I drove to work this morning and planned on picking it up after the happy hour.”
He cuts a dark gaze my way and then looks back to the road.
“I need my car. Someone could try to steal it if I leave it overnight.”
The car abruptly stops. We’ve come to a red light.
Dae throws the car in park, and in the blink of an eye, he’s hovering over me. One arm braces the passenger door while the other grips the headrest of my seat. He’s caged me in with his body.
“We both know that’s a fucking lie. Besides, any son of a bitch stupid enough to try to steal your car will have to deal with me. Instead of worrying about that piece of metal, concern yourself with how you’re going to make up for the last two days of your absence.”
He glares down at me, and my nipples harden so much that they become painful. I try to remind myself that I don’t like the caveman act.
Yet, my body isn’t getting the message. Neither is my head because the way I’ve missed Dae over the past two days is ridiculous. I would find myself daydreaming about the sound of his voice while I should’ve been focused on work.
And right now. I could get out of this situation if I wanted. I didn’t have to tell him that I’d leave with him if he let Ardie go. I wanted to, though.
The powerful realization has my eyelids slowly closing as I take a deep breath. Dae returns to the driver’s seat and pulls off once the light turns green.
The silence returns. It’s not a contented quiet by any means, though. I know a quiet storm when one’s brewing.
Ten minutes after our brief stop, Dae turns into a gated neighborhood. We’re in one of the suburbs just outside of Williamsport. He drives through the rows of beautiful homes and finally pulls into the semi-circle driveway of the largest houses in the neighborhood.
“Is this your house?” I ask. Even though he doesn’t answer, I continue, “I thought you said you live in the city?”
I turn from the house to the driver’s seat, but he’s not there. That quickly, he’s gotten out of the car and rounded the front to open my door. Almost automatically, I stretch my hand out to take his. His strong fingers encircle mine and pull me up.
“Is this your house?” He still doesn’t answer, his hand tightly clutching mine, pulling me toward the front door. “Why didn’t you park in the garage?”
For some reason, I ask a million and one questions whenever I get nervous. It’s a habit I’ve had for years and one that isn’t serving me at all right now. It feels like every question seems to anger Dae just a bit more.
“Dae.” I startle when he yanks me through the door before slamming it shut. My back is pushed against it while Dae’s body holds me in place. His hand wraps around my throat.
His jaw is so rigid that if he clenches any harder, he’ll crack a tooth. Even in the semi-darkness of the house, I can see his obscure, stormy eyes.
We stare into one another’s eyes for a long while, breathing heavily, allowing the tension to swirl around us.
I open my mouth to say something. I don’t know what. Yet, as soon as I do, his hold on my throat tightens. It’s not enough to cut off air or prevent me from speaking, but it feels like a warning.
I clamp my lips shut. But with my free hand, I reach up and stroke his cheek. I run the tips of my fingers through the soft hairs of his beard. All of a sudden, the memory of how those hairs feel against the inside of my thighs has my panties soaked.
Okay, I’m lying.
They were already damp before we got inside of his place.
I try to reach his lips, but he pulls his head away. The rejection stings.
“You think you have a right to feel my lips after ignoring me for two days?” he finally asks.
“I didn’t—”
His hold around my neck tightens.
It’s that moment I know something is deeply wrong with me. Because instead of terrifying me as it should, it makes me wetter.
“Work,” I say.
It’s a lie, and we both know it. But I want to push him. I want to see him unleash whatever he planned when he brought me to his house.
“Work,” he spits out.
I nod as much as I can, his hand still firmly around my neck.
“I told you before my job takes up much of my time.” I’m proud of how I keep the tremble out of my voice. However, my body betrays me because my legs start to shake with need.
“That’s number one,” he says, his voice utterly calm.
I narrow my eyes.
“One what?”
“Your first lie of the night. One lie equals a punishment. It’s up to you how this night will end, little warrior.”
For some reason, that nickname triggers me. It makes me feel oddly powerful and even more resolute in the sudden defiance that propels me.
“My current project is really involved and—”
“Number two. You don’t like sitting very much, do you?”
I wrinkle my forehead.
“Because you won’t be able to do much of it if you keep this up,” he promises.
He presses his body into mine, and his very hard arousal presses against my stomach. An involuntary moan escapes my mouth. That causes the corners of his mouth to curl into a grin.
There’s nothing friendly or inviting about it, though. His smirk is wicked and dangerous, and he promises to destroy me.
And dammit, I’m in the mood to let him.
“One more lie, and I’m going to use the handcuffs. I’ll have to keep you chained in my fucking house forever.”
“Fuck you,” I say, but the bite is taken off of my curse due to the tremble in my voice.
“Trust me, baby, I’m planning to.” His eyes drop to my lips. “Whether I let you come or not when I do is up to you.”
His lips cover mine in an instant. A sigh of relief and pleasure spills from me.
Dae devours my mouth in a way that stakes his claim.
You’re minehis kiss says. No, it demands.
But I refuse to allow myself to admit to that. Not yet. It’s too early, and I’ve never wanted to belong to someone.
Slowly, his hand moves from my throat to my hip. The loss of his hand around my throat sends a wave of sadness through me. It doesn’t last long because he uses that hand to hoist me over his shoulder.
I yelp. “Dae, what are you doing?”
He lets his actions answer for him. He kicks off his shoes and somehow removes my shoes, leaving both pairs by the door. He quickly moves from the door to a staircase.
I’m only able to make out small bits and pieces of his home due to the darkness and the fact that I’m hanging over his shoulder upside down.
He charges up the stairs, taking them two at a time like I weigh nothing.
I want to slap myself to get it together. I shouldn’t like his manhandling.
But when he tosses me in his huge, soft bed, I can’t ignore the sensations that move through my body. Dae looks like a king standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at me.
“I told you the next time you’d stay with me the entire night,” he says. “But just because you wanted to play around and ignore me for two days, I’m making you stay the entire weekend.
His eyes narrow. “You’re lucky if I let you wear clothes for the next two days.”
I go to tell him off, but he grabs my ankle and drags me to the edge of the bed. His hands rip, tear, and tug at my clothing. I can’t catch my breath before I’m stripped naked.
I expect him to behave like a deranged animal and climb on top of me. Honestly, at this point, I’m close to begging him for it.
He surprises me when he steps back.
Dae grabs a remote from the nightstand beside his bed and turns on the overhead lights. They’re dim but bright enough to allow us to see one another.
His eyes move greedily over my body. The flare of his nostrils reveals that he’s holding himself back.
“What if I don’t want to stay the entire weekend?” It’s a silly question, considering I’m the one naked on his bed while he looms over me, still clothed.
A low, growling sound emanates from this throat, and he pulls me by the leg against his body at the end of the bed. My butt halfway hangs off of the mattress. If not for his body, I’d fall off.
He spreads my thighs wide, revealing the most intimate part of my body to him.
Groaning, I let my head fall back when his fingers brush against my pussy lips. My breath catches when he starts making tiny circles against my clitoris.
“Look how wet you are for me already.” His voice is a mix of tight, rigid anger and deep need.
“Dae,” I whisper when he inserts a finger inside of me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say please, asking for something I can’t even put into words.
“You get this wet for me and dare to think I won’t keep you here for the next two days? After you’ve ignored me?”
Smack.
“Oh god!” I scream when he punctuates his questions with a smack to my pussy. I try to close my thighs because I’m too close to coming.
That earns me another smack. My body goes from trembling to shaking with need.
“Don’t you ever try to close my pussy to me.”
I shake my head. I intend for the words ‘I’m not yours’ to spill out of my mouth, but I can’t push them out. I have to attribute that to the fact that I’m so aroused that I barely know my name.
Without another word, Dae drops to his knees. My legs go over his shoulders. He’s at eye level with my pussy. He says something before he starts devouring me.
It takes me too long to realize that I can’t understand what he’s just said because it’s in Korean.
At this point, I can barely recognize English with Dae’s mouth on my core. I reach down and cup the back of his head, holding him to me. I grind my pussy against his mouth. My orgasm is within reach.
Then he stops.
A whine falls from my lips. I can’t even help it, nor do I care.
Dae rises to his feet. His beard and lips glisten with my wetness. The sight almost makes me come. I reach down with my hand to finish the job he obviously won’t. But he traps my wrist.
“You don’t get to touch my pussy unless I tell you to.”
“It’s my pussy,” I correct him.
“Not anymore.” With that, he flips me over and hauls me up so that I’m on all fours. “Don’t move,” he orders.
The warmth from his body recedes. I look over my shoulder, and as much as I want to defy him, I get caught up in eye fucking him as he removes his clothes.
My fingers dig into the sheets because I itch to touch him. To be the one who removes his clothing, but he told me to stay still. While I don’t have a problem defying orders, Dae looks too on edge right now.
Instead, I watch and marvel at his beauty. The muscles of his chest and abdomen ripple with every movement. Not for the first time, I notice beautiful tattoos that decorate his chest and right shoulder.
An outdoor scene of pink leaves falling from trees. As he moves, it makes it appear as if the petals are actually falling.
“I told you not to move,” he says before I feel the sting against my left butt cheek.
My breath stills as the vibrations from his slap vibrate through my body and combine with the remnants of my unexpressed orgasm. My arms shake like leaves. I don’t know how much longer I can remain holding myself up.
“You like defying me,” he says, slapping my other ass cheek.
A hum pushes through my lips. Unconsciously, I hike my butt up higher. An evil chuckle pierces the air. It belongs to Dae because the bastard knows what he’s doing to me.
“We’ll fix that before the night ends,” he promises.
He lowers and bites the same spot he just slapped.
It hurts. His teeth digging into my flesh.
Yet, I push back again, my body begging for more. He delivers as he moves to my other cheek and bites there. Then he sucks the skin he just bit with so much hunger and greed that it starts to burn.
Right when it becomes too much, he pulls back. He uses his hands to spread my cheeks. His hot, wet mouth finds my clit again. A groan rips from my lips. Between the pain and the pleasure, I’m on the verge of either a heart attack or the best orgasm of my life.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says against my pussy lips. He continues to mumble something else, but I can’t decipher it because it’s in Korean.
I don’t know what he’s saying, but I can guess.
“God, so close,” I groan out.
The worst mistake.
I don’t know if it’s my words or what, but something pulls Dae out of his hunger-fueled daze, and he pulls back.
“No,” he growls.
I’m flipped onto my back, and Dae moves up my body. He plants his knees on either side of my head. His very hard cock stares angrily at me, mere centimeters from my lips.
I lick my lips because my mouth waters.
He says something and then stops, glaring at me.
“I-I don’t know what you said,” I tell him because he’s still speaking in Korean.
He blinks as if realizing he’s switched languages. “Open,” he orders.
I hesitate. It’s not that I don’t want to suck him off.
“I’ve only done this with one other person,” I tell him as an explanation for my hesitance.
He frowns, a look of disappointment covering his face. I think my lack of experience brings on that look until he demands, “Who?” in a snarl.
The question shouldn’t surprise me. Not considering my experience with Dae thus far, but it still catches me off guard.
“An ex,” I reply.
“Name.”
I shake my head. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to fucking kill him for touching what’s mine.”
He’s crazy. No, he’s unhinged. The man has to be unhinged to ask, let alone think I will give him the name of an ex-boyfriend.
“I’m not telling you.”
His lips tighten, and I think I’ve just earned punishment number three. Some sort of resolve sparks in his dark eyes.
“Open wider,” he finally says.
I do.
He barely gives me enough time before he’s filling my mouth. He’s so big that I don’t think I can fit him in comfortably.
Dae pulls back until just the tip is in my mouth. “Take all of me, Kennedy,” he encourages. “Relax your throat.”
His voice is hard and commanding, yet there’s need and longing in it that calls to me. He almost touches the back of my throat. Once he begins to pull back, I let my tongue trail against the underside of his dick.
He hisses. I can feel the tightness of his body as he pushes in and out of my mouth. It makes me hungry for more, to satisfy him deeper.
I press against his chest and attempt to sit up. I’m surprised when he allows me this bit of control. With his cock still in my mouth, I change our positions so that he’s on his back, and I’m on my knees in between his legs.
I bob my head up and down his shaft, falling in lust with the taste of his precum as it mixes with my saliva.
Dae’s hands move to my hair, and he begins undoing the bun. Soon, my hair spills over my shoulders, and he palms my head.
I tongue the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of the droplets of precum before I deep throat him again. I’m not one to compare sexual experiences with one partner to the next, but I’ve never been this hungry to devour a man’s dick.
Not even my first long-term boyfriend, the only person I’ve done this with before.
“Fuck,” Dae says, shuddering. Then he again says something in Korean. I think he’s saying that he’s about to come. Not because I understand the words coming out of his mouth. But because I feel the way his body tenses.
I bob on his dick faster. I want to feel him explode on my tongue. I want the tanginess of his cum in my mouth.
Dae has other plans, though. It has to be another form of punishment when he almost violently pulls out of my mouth. His hands wrap around my arms, and I’m forced onto my back once again.
He throws my legs over his shoulders. “My first orgasm of the night will be inside of you,” he tells me. “And you better not come. Not until I tell you to. Not until I’ve taken from your body what I want first.”
His words are dirty, disgusting, and should be off-putting.
But they do the opposite.
He traps my thighs against his chest and fucks me like a madman. His hips move so wildly that it lifts my hips in midair. His pelvis slaps against my ass cheeks as he pistons in and out of me. The sucking sounds from my wetness as he moves in and out mixes with the sounds of my moans.
“Dae, please,” I pant, needing to come so badly that I’m almost blind from it.
“No,” he barks out. “Not until you tell me why you ignored me for the last two days.”
He has to be mad.
“Please,” I respond instead.
“Answer the fucking question, Kennedy.”
“I—” I can’t even think straight, let alone recite clearly why I ignored him.
But Dae doesn’t let up on the rhythm of his hips or his questioning.
“Tell me!”
“I was busy.” As soon as the lie is out of my mouth, pain rips through me. I look down to see Dae pinching one of my nipples.
“You’re lying to me.”
I thrash my head against the sheets. I cup his hand to my breast because even though it hurts, the pinching feels good at the same time.
“Please,” I whine.
“Beg all you want, little warrior. But you’re not coming until you give me a straight answer.”
To demonstrate how serious he is, he begins to pull out. If I thought I was going blind before, the feeling of his withdrawal almost causes me to shed real tears.
“I … I was scared,” I admit.
“Of me?” His voice sounds incredulous.
I shake my head. “Of us. This …” I pant. “This is so fast, and I shouldn’t want you this much. I want you all of the time.”
The confession releases something inside of me. It feels like a weight lifted off my body.
Dae’s answer is to slam back into me. A shudder runs through me like an earthquake. One of his hands keeps my legs in place while the other traps both of my wrists. He lifts my arms over my head. He leans down over me, taking my legs with him. I’m bent in half.
He again pistons frantically.
“Come on my dick, Kennedy,” he commands.
And I do.
I come so fucking hard that stars appear.
Not long after I come, Dae’s body strains as he comes, the words coming from his mouth indiscernible but full of so much passion and meaning.
Right before I fall into the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time, I make a mental note to ask him what the words he’s saying mean.