“Am I holding back now?” he mocked. My answer was a pitiful, high-pitched sound. His dark chuckle shook my core. “Be careful what you ask for.”
And like always with Keiran, I had no idea what I was getting myself into whenever I provoked him purposely. I craved his slow careful, loving. But I couldn’t deny that sometimes I needed it like this—like he still hated me.
I looked over my shoulder to see his darkened eyes and his teeth clenched in a silent growl, so I leaned forward on my elbows, creating a deeper arch and threw my ass back, matching his force.
“I know exactly what I want, Masters. Do you?”
He forced my cheek against the floor with a strong hand at my nape and pumped hard with his hips three times. “It will always be you,” he answered raggedly. I felt him release inside me immediately after, and I came with a silent cry.
He collapsed next to me while I stayed put. I went into this with control and yet I felt used and dirty. I smiled against the carpeting and turned my head to see him with his eyes shut tight and his chest heaving.
I decided I could watch him forever, but then he stood and helped me up, leaving me to wonder if forever was overestimated. He searched my eyes appearing unsure.
“I’m okay,” I said, reading his mind.
He pushed away stray hair sticking to my face. “Was I too rough?”
“Yes.” He frowned and opened his mouth, ready to apologize. “And I liked it.”
“Only liked it?”
“You don’t really need me to give praise to your dick, do you?” He only stared back at me expectantly. I suppressed an eyeball and said unenthusiastically, “Oh, Keiran, you’re a sex machine—the king. Your dick is the biggest and so awesome. You rocked my world, baby… How’s that?”
His lips quirked—the only sign of his amusement. “Could use some improvement, but I’ll take it.”
I snorted and leaned against him. My legs were no longer able to hold me up without support. Keiran noticed so he lifted me and headed for the stairs.
“We need to go. It’s a long ride.”
“Not with your come making a sticky mess between my thighs. I need a shower first.” His gaze shot down to the area in question and his face twisted in agony for round two. “Join me?”
*
I sighed and shifted for the umpteenth time. I was beginning to think we should live in our car. We didn’t reach the housing development until late afternoon, so I was grateful we decided to stay overnight. The houses were in various stages of completion, but most of them were fully completed and functional judging by the kids that played up and down the street.
We pulled into the third driveway belonging to a quaint college style house. Keiran had told me all about the mother and two little girls as well as their abusive father, so I instantly recognized the girl with dark bangs and curly ponytail sitting on the steps and clutching a book.
She looked up as we parked and released a bright smile. “Keiran!” She hugged his waist when he stepped out of the car.
“Hey, Cassie. Where are your mom and sister?”
“Maddie’s asleep and mom went to the store.” She retook her seat on the steps. Keiran followed her and pulled me down to sit on his lap.
“You’re here alone?” I recognized the dangerous edge in Keiran’s tone, though to untrained ears, he appeared calm and merely curious. From what Keiran had told me, they were a little young to be left alone. “How long has she been gone?”
Cassie seemed to pick up on his change of mood. She looked from Keiran to me uncertainly. “An hour. Who is she?”
“She’s my girlfriend, and she’s here for you.”
“Hi, Cassie. I’m Lake.”
“Wow, you’re really pretty.” She reached out and touched my bangs. “And you have bangs.”
“So you like bangs, huh?”
“I don’t know. My mom had to cut them because a boy at school cut my hair.”
“I’m going to go check on Maddie,” Keiran interrupted. He tapped my hip so I could stand up, and once he was inside, I sat back down.
“Why do you think he did that?”
“Cause he hates me.”
“Why does he hate you?” Unlike me, maybe this little girl would know why she was a target. It took ten years for me to start demanding answers.
“My dad does bad stuff to his mom.”
“Like what?” I started to feel as if this could go on all day.
“He hits her, but I don’t know why. Do you think my dad is married to his mom, too?”
“No, sweetie. Sometimes adults don’t always do the right thing. Let’s talk about this boy.”
“What about him?”
“Let’s start with his name.”
“His name is Ryan.”
“And are you afraid of this Ryan?” She nodded and in her eyes reflected a girl I hadn’t known for a long time. “It feels as if it’s very hard to not be afraid, doesn’t it?”
“He’s bigger than me, and he said if I ever told anyone, I’d be sorry.” Her frustration was apparent. The anger in her eyes burned bright, and I knew she hated that he was in control.
“He might be right, but do you know what will make you feel worse?”