“Why would I do that? I would much rather you live with the agony of knowing she was somewhere suffering.”
“Please, listen to me. I didn’t frame you but I know who did.”
His eyes narrowed as he watched me. “Careful, Monroe. My goodwill is fading. Fast.”
“No. You need to hear this. I knew about it only because –” He was out of seat with his arms around me, crushing my body to his. I cried out when he bit down into my neck. I screamed again but he ignored my heated protests and bit down harder. He bent me over the kitchen table and pushed aside my panties.
“Because you’re a conniving bitch?” he asked with unsuppressed scorn. I heard the distinct sound of a condom packet rip and soon after felt the force of his punishing thrust as he entered me. The table moved a few inches so I grabbed onto it to keep from falling.
“No,” I denied and pushed my hips into him. We both moaned from the feeling of him burying deeper. My * clenched at his cock in welcome.
“You did this. You.” Each word he spoke was paired with a hard thrust until he let go completely and was pounding all of his frustration and anger into me. He was in my head and my body at the same time with no hope of escape. His hands were rough and hard on my hips as he pulled me into him. When his teeth sunk into my spine I released a throaty moan. “Such a hot bitch aren’t you? I can feel you creaming all over my dick.”
“Don’t call me that.” I squealed when he rammed his cock into me once and held it deep inside me while he growled in my ear.
“I’ll call you whatever I want,” he said, grabbing my ponytail and delivering a series of short, hard thrusts.
“Oh God…why does it feel so good?” I wailed as I tightened around him. He had me pinned to the table, completely immobile and vulnerable to the demands of his cock.
“Good,” he thrust deeper into me, stealing away my breath. “That means you feel all of me. You’re mine, Monroe. You always will be and I won’t let you go. Do you hear that? I won’t.”
“You have to…”
The sound of the front door opening and Keenan’s voice could barely be heard over the sound of our fucking. Keiran continued to pound me so I wasn’t sure if he’d heard his cousin come in but I knew Keenan would be able to hear us. The sound of our skin slapping, his groans, and my screams were echoing throughout the kitchen and the kitchen door was wide open.
“Stop. He’ll hear us,” I moaned out weakly.
“I can see just fine too sweetheart. Please don’t stop on my account. You look like your enjoying that.” I looked to the side to see Keenan leaning against the door watching us with a grin. I immediately swung my arm behind me to push Keiran away but he caught it and held it at the small of my back.
“Let me go. He’s watching!” Keiran’s fingers being stuffed into my mouth silenced the rest of my protests. I bit down on his fingers but he only chuckled and slapped my already sore ass. The need to come was strong but my release was evading me. “Keiran, please,” I begged.
“You’ve displeased me today, Monroe. You think you deserve to come?” His thrusts slowed down to a teasing rhythm.
“I want it…please.” My body shook uncontrollably from the need to come.
He gripped the back of my neck and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Then take what you need. Fuck me, Monroe.”
His words were barely out before I pushed my hips back against him again and again, desperately searching for what only he could give me. “Damn…she looks like a hot fuck,” Keenan groaned. I’d forgotten he was watching us.