“I’m going to do more than make you come, Monroe. I’m going to mark every sweet inch of your fucking body – inside and out, and when I’m done, you’ll know who you owns you.”
But instead of fucking me harder like my body seemed to need he slowed his hips to a steady pace. “I’ve been picturing you like this for a long time, Monroe. Just like this. Hot and wet and open for me. Taking my cock, like a good girl.”
His hand came around between us and began rubbing my clit just as his tempo increased and he was once again pounding up into me mercilessly. My cries for release were deafening as my body yielded to his. The need to come was there but for some reason release evaded me.
“Come for me,” he finally commanded and surged into me one last time, lifting my knees from the bed as he did. My screams rent through the air and I felt my walls suck at him, pulling his release from his body as he shuddered above me and gripped my hips tightly.
“You’re mine now…” he warned.
*
“Wake up.” My body shook from the heavy hand snatching me out of a deep sleep. All at once, before I could even open my eyes, the night before came rushing back along the obvious signs of hard sex in my aching muscles. After we had sex Keiran seemed almost human. He had been staring into my eyes for a long time after we finally caught our breath. The moment was gone when he blinked once and excused himself.
It all went downhill after that when I received two phone calls. The first phone call was from Willow, looking for her tablet. The second was Jesse.
I answered the phone just as Keiran returned from the bathroom. He’d held a warm cloth in his hand but tossed it away before taking the phone from my hands and hung up on him. He reached for me and I foolishly went to him thinking it would be like before. But it wasn’t. He was cold, hard, and merciless when he took me.
He didn’t let up until a couple of hours ago. If a girl ever imagined how her first night would be I’m sure it was not in that way. I was partly to blame though…I never told him no.
I finally opened my eyes to see him staring down at me and looking dark, sinful, and unobtainable, with his mussed bed hair. He was shirtless but wearing jeans and I could tell he’d already been up. Or never went to sleep. I’d passed out from exhaustion and the unfamiliar stress on my body last night so I didn’t know much of what happened after he finally eased up on me.
Half asleep, I dragged myself off the bed and trudged into the bathroom with the sheets wrapped around me. However, once I dropped the sheet and took one look in the mirror, the sight that greeted me shocked me awake. There were red marks and bites all over my skin. I felt every last one of them but that didn’t make seeing them any less disturbing.
I touched one of the marks and winced from the dull pain. “What are you doing?” I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice directly behind me.
“Why are you sneaking up on me?”
“Hurry up. We’re going to be late.”
“I don’t think I can go to school.”
“Why not?” He sounded annoyed and disinterested but I answered him anyway.
“Maybe because it looks like I’ve been beaten?” I didn’t attempt to hide the disdain I felt.
“You came, didn’t you? Many times as I recall.”
“You do realize you blackmailed me into sex right?”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he smirked.
“You should have stayed away,” I whispered, my eyes lowering.
“Maybe. But I didn’t. This was always going to happen, Monroe. I told you that…I made breakfast, by the way.” He changed the subject and gave me a warning look.
I couldn’t conceal the look of surprise that crossed my face. “You did?”
He stared at me blankly. “I was hungry,” he shrugged.