“Bitch was begging for it. Much like Kayla, here. Remember all those nights I used to lock you down in the basement Kayla? You’d cry for hours and beg for Daddy. I used to love hearing you. How about I show you what Daddy does these days to bad girls?” he says, grabbing my hand.
Before I realize what he’s doing, he has me slammed up against the wall. He’s so close, I can smell his liquor-soaked breath and another less defined repugnant smell… almost like sweat and musky dirt. I cry out from the pain on my wrist, my body tensing and getting ready to fight. Before I can, however, there’s a loud crash. I close my eyes, thinking Kurt is going to hit me like he did Rachel. It doesn’t happen, even when I hear Rachel’s scream. I open my eyes just in time to see my favorite blue ceramic vase crash down on Kurt’s head. Small pieces of chalk land on my shirt when I look up.
Ida Sue is standing there with a small ring of what is left of my vase. A clearly unconscious and hopefully-not-dead Kurt is in a heap between us. I look around to see Black is handcuffing Rachel. Then, my eyes find White. He walks the few steps that separate us, stopping only to deliver a hard kick to Kurt’s torso. It’s so powerful it half-lifts the man from the floor. Then he makes it to me, his hands going on either side of my neck with his thumbs meeting at my chin. He pulls my head up to look at him.
“You’ll never be around them again. They will not touch you again, Kayla. Never,” he growls.
Then he’s kissing me and all thoughts of Kurt, Rachel, and my past leave me. I’m lost in the man that I love more than life.
White.
CHAPTER 65
KAYLA
“I can’t believe my mother got to knock that son of a bitch out and I didn’t get my go,” White growls, yanking his shirt over his head and throwing it on the ground.
“You got to kick him,” I answer with a smile as I snuggle down into the covers. We’re in White’s home. I couldn’t stomach being in mine. I swear even after the paramedics hauled Kurt out on a stretcher and the cops took Rachel, I could still smell them in my house.
“Not good enough. I should have ground his nuts into the floor with my boot.”
“Mmm… you’re warm,” I tell him when he gets into the bed from behind me and instantly curls his naked body into mine.
“God, you feel good,” he moans, kissing my shoulder first before traveling slowly up the valley of my neck. Chills of need run through my body, especially as his hands move around me and cup my breasts. I can feel his erect cock pushing against my ass. I purr out loud, suddenly feeling surrounded by his warm heat and need for me.
“White,” I gasp as I feel his tongue slide to my ear, curling… teasing. “Please,” I beg and he bites my ear in response.
“No. You’ve been sick. I’ll take care of you soon.” He kisses my temple and snuggles deeper into me with a sigh like he’s going to go to sleep. Like I’m not going to notice the ten inches of hard steal pressing against my ass.
“I’m not sick,” I whine, pushing back into him and grinding against him so there can’t be any question what I want.
“You are, and it’s been a stressful day for you,” he says, slapping me lightly on the ass. “Quit tempting me before I spank you. I’m trying to take care of you.”
“I’m trying to get you to take care of me. And well, you can spank me. I think I’m turning into the kind of woman who likes that, as long as you are the one delivering the spankings,” I tell him honestly. With my history, that even surprises me. But I know I’m safe with White. I always will be. I finally understand that.
“It sure as fuck better not be anyone else,” he grumbles and then rolls over on his back. He pulls me so I’m lying over him. I quickly adjust myself so I’m straddling him and his cock is pressed right where I need it the most. Before I can lift up and guide him inside, he locks his hands on my hips and forces me to remain the way we are.
“Behave, woman.”
“I’m trying. God, your cock is so hot,” I moan. I may not be able to let him inside, but I can slide against his cock. Damn, that feels good.
“Kayla, honey, you’re killing me here. We need to make sure you’re okay before we have sex.”
“I’m okay. I’m more than okay. Quit worrying! The only thing wrong with me is that I’m really horny.”
“Can you give me tonight, please? I need tonight with you in my arms, holding you and making sure you’re okay.” I stare at him. Looking back, this will probably be the moment that convinces me the most that Black is right and I do need counseling, because out of nowhere, the old self-doubt and worries slam into me. I know my face pales because suddenly I feel really embarrassed for begging White to make love to me when clearly that’s not what he wants to do. Maybe he’s tired of me. Maybe I don’t have what it takes to… “Stop it, Buttercup,” White orders, yanking me from my thoughts.
“What?”
“I saw you second-guessing yourself. Stop that shit.”
“It’s just… I…”
“Do you feel how hard my cock is right now?”