Fear Me (Broken Love #1)

“I want it,” I moaned hoping it would appease him.

“I know you want it,” he whispered seductively. “I want it too…I want all of it.” It was then that I knew what he was asking for.

My complete surrender.

I had to be his.

I wanted to be his.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, a feeling of lightness taking over as if a weight had been lifted. I felt complete even though I knew it was a lie.

“Say it again,” he growled. His body poised to take mine.

“I’m yours. Only yours.” I turned my head around to look deep into his eyes. “Fuck me,” I whispered, desperately, holding his gaze with mine.

The force of his thrust shattered my senses as he slammed into me without warning and my scream ripped through the air. His head was buried in my neck, pressing soothing kisses against my skin. I locked his lips with mine as our hunger took over and our kiss became deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned when my walls contracted around his cock. His hips shifted and he began thrusting, slowly inside me. I could tell he was holding back for some reason. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “More.” I knew I sounded like a bitch in heat but I was too drunk off him to care.

“More?” he repeated. “Like this?” His thrusts picked up speed until he was pounding inside me. He seemed to always know just what I needed even when I didn’t know myself. “Lake…” I creamed at the sound of my name on his lips.

“Yes.”

“Say my name, Lake. I want to fucking hear it.”

“Keiran.” His name was caught on a scream when he nearly lifted my knees off the bed with a single hard thrust.

“You’re mine,” he growled. I felt my orgasm approaching and grew desperate for the end and the pleasure that came with it. Keiran was driving me insane under his possession. His groans became louder and I knew he was about to come and I craved it. “Come with me, baby.” His finger found my clit and worked the bundle of nerves until I felt my body seize and my belly quiver. My long, guttural scream and his roar echoed throughout the room as the powerful orgasm took over us both.

Keiran took me once more before he left the bedroom, leaving me tired and overworked on the bed. I thought about the love we just made and shivered. It was fierce and it was brutal but it was us. I loved it.

He came back after a few minutes and cleaned me up but didn’t rejoin me on the bed. I watched him dress in silence as I listened to the storm still rage outside, lost in my own thoughts. Once the sex fog cleared out of my mind I remembered that sleeping with him again wasn’t part of the plan. Just like the shower, I got caught in the moment. I was also pissed that he was once again doing a hit and run.

What did you expect Lake? Cuddling under the covers? Pillow talk?

“I’m going to ask you something and I’m only going to ask you once,” he said as he walked across the room. The tone of his voice was sharp and I instantly knew why when he picked up the only thing lying on top of my desk. My heart stopped, when he asked, “Where the fuck did you get this?”

“I can explain,” I said lamely. I was kicking my own ass for leaving the picture on the desk. After Jesse left, I passed out from mental exhaustion. Digging into Keiran’s past was more complicated than I originally thought.

“I’m counting on it.”

“I don’t know.”

“Lake,” he growled.

“I’m serious! I don’t know. I think whoever broke into my house that night left the picture. It was in a birthday card that was addressed to me.”

“Bullshit. That was a month ago. Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because…I –”

“Because you wanted to use it against me,” he said all to calmly. It immediately made me wary. Where was the shouting? Where was the anger?

“You’re being ridiculous.” I sat up and pulled the covers around my naked body, no longer feeling as comfortable being in the nude. I felt vulnerable enough with his threatening stare bearing down on me.

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