7. Kienna
KIENNA
Bright sunlight is streaming through the blinds, casting long, lazy shadows across the floor.
For the first time since the night everything changed, I wake up not with a jolt of terror, but with a lingering sense of peace.
I stretch and inhale Atlas’s cedar and rain scent still clinging to the sheets, but the man himself isn’t next to me.
Pulling myself out of my warm cocoon of blankets, I walk toward the kitchen, expecting the usual quiet. Instead, I’m met with the sound of clattering metal and a low, frustrated curse.
I round the corner to find Atlas standing over the stove, looking utterly baffled by a skillet.
I giggle at this towering muscular frame of a man, who has undoubtedly torn men apart with his hands, struggling to cook.
He’s got batter smeared on his forearm, and the "pancake" in the pan is currently a charred, unrecognizable mess.
He freezes when he hears me, his jaw tightening. "I thought," he starts, then pauses, looking at the smoke curling up from the pan and then back to me. "I wanted to make breakfast. I’m clearly missing a tactical advantage here."
I can’t help it; a bubble of genuine, unfiltered laughter escapes me. I walk over, stepping into his space, and gently take the spatula from his hand. "You’re trying to force it, Atlas. You have to be patient with the batter."
I reach around him, grabbing the ladle. I pour a perfect circle onto the hot surface, the batter bubbling exactly the way it should.
He’s standing so close behind me, his chest flush against my back, that I can feel the heat radiating off him.
I hold his hand, guiding him as I show him how to wait for those tiny bubbles to pop before the flip.
With a flick of the wrist, he turns it, landing it perfectly in the center.
"See?" I murmur, leaning back into him. "Perfect."
He doesn't look at the pancake. In fact, he turns off the burner and sets the pan aside, focusing solely on me.
His gaze is dark and heavy, and the air between us thickens instantly.
Atlas slowly slides his arms around my waist as he kisses his way up the back of my neck, pressing his hard cock into my ass.
“I can think of a few other ways you can help me, beautiful,” he whispers into my ear.
A moan escapes my lips as he grinds into me, slipping his hands up the oversized shirt of his I threw on before coming out here.
Atlas grips my hips and continues his exploration with the tips of his fingers as he sucks and licks my neck.
Before I know it, he has my shirt off and he’s pushing me down on the counter so my ass is sticking out.
“Fuck,” he snarls as he strips himself of his clothes. “Look at you, bent over for me, showing me your thick, gorgeous ass.” His fingers trace a line down my spine, starting at the base of my neck and moving slowly down, down, down…
I gasp as Atlas thrusts two fingers into my pussy from behind, scissoring them to prepare me for his huge cock. The primal growl stuck in his throat has me wiggling beneath his touch, wanting more of him.
“You like that, my good little girl?” he rasps. I nod as my body trembles from his attention. Atlas withdraws his fingers and slides them to my back entrance, coating my most private hole with my arousal.
“Yes,” comes my whispered, strained voice.
My bodyguard grunts in approval, pushing just the tip of his finger inside the tight ring of muscles. I pulse and jump from the invasion, then push back against him, taking more of his finger.
“Jesus… you’re so damn sexy, taking what I give you and begging for more.
” Atlas licks the sweat from the back of my neck and nips me there, still slowly pumping his finger in and out of my ass.
When he slides his other hand around my front and begins blurring his talented fingers over my clit, I nearly collapse.
The sensation from being finger-fucked in both of my entrances has me crying out and clawing at the kitchen counter. “A-At-Atlas,” I stutter out between rugged breaths as my body shakes uncontrollably.
“That’s it, love. Show me how much you want it. God, you’re perfect.”
His praise brings me to the precipice of my orgasm, but he suddenly withdraws his hands from me. “Nooo,” I whine, my thighs trembling with my pent-up release. I need him so badly it aches with every beat of my heart, echoed in my sensitive clit.
Atlas chuckles darkly and massages my ass cheeks, then spreads me wide open for him. He rubs his dick between my folds while I push back, trying to get him inside me again. I’m addicted to this man. I know he’s the only one who will ever be able to satisfy my cravings.
His lips tickle my lower back, then slowly move their way up my spine. “Tell me what you want, beautiful,” he whispers into my skin.
“You,” I breathe out.
"You have me, Kienna. Now, what do you want me to do to your gorgeous fucking body?"
He continues to saw in and out of my folds, not penetrating me yet. I moan loudly, my pussy squeezing on nothing as it gushes all over his cock.
“I want you to… fuck me, Atlas.”
He growls. “Tell me again,” he says, snapping his hips and bumping my clit.
“Fuck me, Atlas, I want to feel you tear my pussy apart.”
“Jesus, that dirty mouth is going to get me into trouble,” he grunts.
Atlas pulls back and slams home, again and again, hitting me so deep I cry out with each thrust.
“You like that? Like my thick cock stretching out your perfect little pussy?”
“Mmhm…” I moan, pressing back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I squeeze my pussy each time he pulls out, which I know he likes based on the way he groans and the way his breath hitches in his throat.
“Fuck, Kienna. Love being inside you. Such a good girl, taking my dick all the way.” He grinds out as he picks up speed. He pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and just when I’m about to fall off into blinding pleasure, he pulls out.
“No!” I yell out in frustration. “Not again. Please, please, I need it…” I’m so desperate I’m almost crying.
He lets out a low, intense growl and leans his huge, hard body over mine. “I’m not done with you yet, beautiful.”
Atlas walks us backward to one of the kitchen chairs and sits down, guiding me onto his lap so my back is facing his front and my legs spread out on either side of his. Slowly, he lowers me down on top of his hard shaft.
"Oh, Atlas, this is…" I have no words. Riding him backward feels so freaking good. As I bounce up and down his long, hard length, I find I like being in control of our pleasure. I reach my hands behind me and tangle them in his hair, urging his head forward so he can kiss my neck.
“Fuck, that’s it, Kienna. Ride my big dick. So beautiful, taking your pleasure from me. So damn sexy.”
God, the way he worships me with his words and his body has me slicker and more turned on than I’ve ever been.
I lift up and impale myself on him again and again.
Atlas's large hands cup my breasts as he kneads the soft flesh and pinches my nipples.
One hand slowly slides down my torso and rests on the mound of soft curls above my pussy.
Atlas's finger parts my folds and circles my clit, again and again, bringing me right back to the edge of my orgasm.
“Atlas, right there, oh God, I can’t hold on…”
I grind down on him, loving the way his cock fills me up, stretching me and hitting every sensitive spot deep inside of me.
“Let go, love. I’ve got you,” he whispers before biting down on my shoulder.
I throw my head back and grip his hair as my body locks up and tenses, every muscle, and nerve pushed to the absolute extreme, waiting for my permission to let go.
Atlas pinches my clit and I scream out my release, my body curling up and pitching forward with the force of my orgasm. Atlas holds me steady with one arm wrapped around my sensitive breasts while the other hand cups my pussy as he fucks into me from below.
“Fuck, fuck, Kienna, Jesus, I’m coming too, baby, fuck!”
One orgasm rolls into another, and another, and I feel like I’m one big ball of nerves that keeps getting electrocuted each time Atlas thrusts in and out of me.
I blink my eyes open and feel Atlas placing sweet kisses on my shoulder. “Wha…”
“I think I lost you there for a second,” he murmurs into the shell of my ear. My entire body is limp, sated, and draped over Atlas’s lap. “You did so good, Kienna. My precious, sexy goddess.”
I nuzzle into the side of his neck and let out a contented sigh. Between the warmth of his body, his soothing words of adoration, and the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of my life, I find myself falling asleep right there in his arms.
I’m not sure how long I was out for, but when I wake up in Atlas’s bed, I’m surrounded by blankets and pillows.
There’s a note on the side table from Atlas, saying he couldn’t wake me when I looked so peaceful, but he had to go check one of the cameras outside.
So thoughtful, which is another unexpected quality in the man I’m dangerously close to falling in love with.
Waking up fully, I decide to get dressed and clean up around the house. If Atlas is working to protect me, the least I can do is keep our space clean.
The kitchen is quiet, save for the rhythmic swish of the sponge as I clean the counter.
The domesticity of tidying up feels normal in a profound way.
I like taking care of Atlas just as much as he cares for me.
Not that cooking breakfast and cleaning is anywhere close to putting my life at risk like Atlas does, but it’s a start.
I finish up, drying my hands, and head toward the living room to find my cat, who has been spoiled with shredded chicken and gravy most nights. Atlas might pretend to despise Mr. Kit-Kat, but he sure goes out of his way to appease the tiny beast.
The soft smile on my lips morphs into a shocked “O” as I stop dead in the entrance.
The scene is almost too good to be true.
Atlas is sprawled on the couch, completely asleep for once, his guard entirely down.
And curled right against his chest, tucked securely into the crook of his arm, is Mr. Kit-Kat.
The cat is purring so hard he’s practically vibrating, his eyes closed in bliss.
Atlas must have crashed from his work outside without me noticing, and I’m glad he did. This moment is pure and perfect, and settles deep in my soul.
The sight of my two favorite people (yes, my cat is a person, too), hits me right in the center of my chest, melting away any remaining doubts.
I watch the rise and fall of Atlas’s chest, the way his hand is subconsciously resting over the cat’s back, and I find myself spinning a fantasy I never dared to imagine: forever.
A life filled with days just like this, lazy and safe, where the rest of the world stops at the front door.
The reality of the Shadow Syndicate is still out there, lurking in the shadows, but inside these four walls, we are a fortress.
We are a unit. Looking at them, I realize with a sudden, startling clarity that I’m not just surviving anymore.
I’m thriving here, trapped in his possessive, protective orbit, and I wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the world.