Kiara （Present） #2
“Don’t say that. I’ve only ever belonged to you,” he whispers and presses his forehead to mine, closing his eyes and kissing me softly, then he exhales in surrender.
“God help us both, Kiara. Because if you really want this, I’ll spend the rest of my life earning it.”
A sob escapes my mouth while I can’t hold a smile. I kiss him back, deeply, he lifts me up, sitting me down on the sink so I’m at the same height as he is.
He runs his fingers through my hair, gripping it so hard I’m starting to think I could go bald if it goes on like this. We need to talk about that later.
He’s devouring me so savagely my ass keeps sliding down the sink and he keeps pulling me back up. Then finally he just takes me back to bed.
He claims my mouth again, sucking on my jaw and biting my neck, while taking off my T-shirt.
When I’m naked, he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, his hand holding my neck from behind.
I trail kisses down his arms as he takes out his cock, and I see the hardness pressing against my inner thighs, sending shivers into me already.
As much as I want to, I don’t think I can handle it anymore, he’s too ruthless with me. So I circle my legs around his hips and try to turn us over. He understands what I’m trying to do and helps me, leaving me straddling him.
I sit on his lap, his dick hard and so fucking beautiful pressing against my pussy. I enjoy the view for a moment.
He takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine, patiently waiting. I lift my hips to find the right position before I press my entrance on his tip, slowly getting him inside me.
I’m so sore I already feel the hint of pain but it’s sending waves of pleasure to my belly at the same time.
God, it hurts so good.
I take him in, not all the way, not to the hilt, just as his hands grip at my ass and I stop him.
“No, we’re going my way, like it or not,” I snap at him.
He just smiles at me with a cocky attitude.
“I like it, believe me, I just don’t think I can hold back,” he says. “Have you ever seen yourself? You should be illegal.”
“I could tie you up,” I say boldly and smile, looking around for something to actually do it.
“Don’t bother, I’m trained to get out of that, but I can fake it for you if you want,” he gives me a wink. I want to slap him.
But I hover slowly on his lap instead, teasing him, not getting all the way down, just keeping him at safe distance when I start to touch myself, my other hand sinking its nails into his chest.
I relax myself enough to get down completely, his hardness slicing me in half and a wave of pleasure detonating at the base of my spine. He runs his hands on my hips, then catches my nape to take me down and drowns me in his lips.
He grips my body to him so tightly I can’t move anymore, and he just thrusts his hips up, not letting me have some control. We need to talk about that too.
But the fullness of him soon sends me over the edge even through the pain, and I break apart against his mouth, with an orgasm detonating through my limbs, swallowing his responding deep moans as he spills inside me.
We lie for a moment in silence, our breath syncing, when he whispers to me.
“You need to sleep.”
“No. You’ll be gone when I wake up,” I say, even though I can barely keep my eyes open.
I’ve been awake for more than twenty-four hours.
“I’ll be right here, I promise,” he whispers.
“If you’re not, I’ll mix up all your books, put them in the wrong order, and reorganize your weapons, you freak,” I mumble, already drifting off, his body shaking with quiet laughter beneath me.
?
My body wakes up, shooting up because my bed is empty.
I fucking knew it.
I rub my eyes open and look around, panicking.
Anxiety starts to fill my lungs while I don’t see him anywhere.
I quickly look for my panties, but they are nowhere to be found, so I just go to some drawers and take one of his pairs of shorts, tie it so it fits me, and grab the first T-shirt I see.
I crack open the huge door and march out of the suite, my feet freezing on the cold marble floor when I smell food.
Jesus, I didn’t eat for so long.
I follow the smell to the kitchen to find Adrien with his hand around Kasien’s shoulders, telling him something while Kasien’s putting some food on a plate, with more plates already prepared on the big tray.
Adrien is wearing some gym shorts and black hoodie, his curly hair in havoc as always. Kasien is wearing just grey sweatpants, his naked back to me, making me weak in my knees.
I clear my throat and cross my hands over my chest, when they both turn around.
The sweetest smile appears on both of them as they see me. Did they ever see themselves together? It feels like Christmas.
“You promised, and you were gone,” I accuse him and smirk, but Adrien is already right in front of me, taking a strand of hair out of my face.
“I’m right here, Troubles, don’t worry.”
As soon as he finishes, a wooden ladle swooshes through the air and smacks into him. He curses, clutching his head, swearing under his breath.
Kasien appears right behind him with a tray full of food in one hand, two coffees in the other, and two forks in his mouth.
“Fuck off, Adrien,” he mumbles with the cutlery in his mouth, and I can’t hold the laugh in.
He gestures for me to get back to his suite, then follows with all the food.
We lie on the bed and eat, staring at each other all the time, smiling like idiots. He looks so fucking irresistible. I’m lying on my side by the headboard of the bed as he sits on the other side by the end of it, the food spread out between us.
“You know, you look cute doing such domestic stuff as making breakfast,” I say with a flirty voice.
“You look cute doing literally anything, mainly panicking about what to wear on a date.” He winks at me and gives me that sly smile as I take a grape and throw it at him.
Fuck, he actually saw that.
Warmth spreads over my face.
“Gotcha—so it was a date!” I give him a winning smirk.
“It wasn’t,” he shakes his head.
“You just said that.”
“I probably messed up your hearing with all that fucking.”
“Take that back!” I yell at him and throw a pillow on him as he laughs so hard it’s making my stomach flop. He’s so beautiful when he laughs. He looks almost nineteen again.
We calm down and continue the staring contest.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might make love to you right on the plate with scrambled eggs.” He smiles again.
“Make love to me, huh?” I raise my eyebrows and give him a funny look.
He clicks his tongue and keeps staring.
“How the hell did someone this infuriating manage to own me to the bone?” he says and his smirk softens into something almost tender.
“Do I? Own you completely?” I fight a wide grin.
“Yeah. Completely. Permanently. Tragically.”
He lifts his hand and takes my chin, leaning in to kiss me when the door flies open and Adrien walks in, heading to our bed without hesitation. Kasien closes his eyes in frustration but doesn’t say anything.
Adrien comes to the other side of the bed and sits right next to Kasien, taking some food and smiling at us.
“I’m sorry to ruin this, but that idiotic ball is in two hours, it’s already six p.m. Let’s go over the plan.”
Kasien’s expression darkens as he starts thinking about tonight and my chest fills with anxiety, the hunger gone as my stomach tightens. The guys look at each other for a while, having their usual telepathic conversation before they turn to me and Kasien starts.
“First of all, you need to look like you’ve been interrogated and scared to death.”
“I am fucking scared to death,” I explain with my eyes wide open as Adrien adds,
“You need to look like you’ve been imprisoned by the infamous Myortvets himself, Troubles,” he explains and Kasien rolls his eyes and grips the bridge of his nose.
Adrien’s eyes slide down to my neck and he continues, “I see Kas has already started with that, but that’s not enough. Can you do some damage with makeup?”
I stare at him with confusion written all around my face.
“Handcuff marks on your wrists will do,” Kasien explains and looks at me apologetically.
Then it hits me. That’s why he made me do the session with Theresa—so I look like I’ve been kept and handled.
“Oh… okay,” I exhale and Kasien continues to explain the evening.
“Lucien is probably going to play with you, but that’s all, he just likes to do that.
I’ll talk to him, tell him I’m getting some information—that I need you for a couple more days and then I’ll kill you.
” He stares at me, his expression softening as he continues.
“By that time, we’ll be gone. All of us. ”
I just nod, my chest filling with anxiety, eating up my thoughts.
“What do you mean he’s going to play with me?”
“Just verbally, there will be too many people and we won’t let anything happen to you,” Adrien assures me.
“Why can’t we just leave now?”
“Faking death takes time, Kiara. If we don’t do it properly, he will find you and he’ll go after my sister,” Kasien explains and Adrien’s jaw tightens.
Natalya.
“He knows where Natalya is?”
“Probably not, she’s safe and we have someone keeping an eye on her, but Deveraux promised he won’t look for her if we behave,” Kasien explains and my heart sinks even lower.
“Oh my God. I’m putting Natalya in danger,” I whisper and shoot up from the bed.
“No, if we don’t piss him off, he has no reason to look for her. We made a deal with his father,” Adrien adds, then he looks as if he's lost in thoughts.
Oh God. My gut starts to turn into a disgustingly painful knot. Kasien leans in and grabs my face with one hand, staring into my eyes.
“We can do this. You need to stay strong today, promise?”
I nod but I feel dizzy.
I’m putting all of them in danger.
“Hey, Troubles.” Adrien takes me out of my thoughts, and I look at him as he continues, “stop blaming yourself, I know this look.”
How can he read my face so well?
We all get out of the bed, and they both take me to my suite, reassuring me everything will be okay and showing me how to use the dagger one more time, before they leave to change and I take the beautiful red dress from the box on my table, instantly remembering last night.
My chest is so tightened with anxiety the memory makes my eyes water but I push the tears down and get ready, trying to awaken all the bravery I have left.
I slip into the dress, the red fabric hugging my body like spilled blood, and stare at my reflection until I almost don’t recognize myself.
Tonight, I’m not just going to some ridiculous ball. I’m walking straight into the lion’s mouth and pretending I don’t know I’m already on the menu.