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“Okay, well, I’m glad we had this chat. Now do you both mind fucking off so I can get ready for tonight?”
“What?” Kyrin snaps at the same time Keaton does. “What the fuck do you mean? You’re not coming tonight…”
I peel his arm off me before he chooses to body slam me onto the bed and locks me to the pillars. “Yes, I am.” I hang my dress on the door in the bathroom, knowing that they’d both follow me.
“Says who? You’re not fucking Mayhem, you aren’t in the business yet, Cartier, you shouldn’t be anywhere near the recruit tonight.”
I keep my back turned to maintain my breathing. “I am Kiznitch, so it’s not entirely a bad idea to have me there.”
“Watch her!” Kyrin points to me, raising his phone to his ear and leaving the room. No doubt snitching on me to Mommy, only he’s about to learn that things have changed.
“What the fuck is going on with you?” Keaton asks, breaking my thoughts about my brother.
“What do you mean?” I duck beneath the arm he was using to cage me inside my closet, turning the light on in the bathroom.
Keaton snatches my wrist, and when he pulls me into his chest and kicks the door closed behind him, I’m sure. “What the fuck is happening with you?”
I bat my lashes up at him, watching as the flecks of ember that are scattered throughout his eyes burn to life. “You know… same old. Fucking, riding, drinking, partying. Not much else…”
He steps farther into my space, his fingers teasing the curve of my breast that spills out from the towel. “Cute that you think I’m stupid, Tigger. Only thing is you’re not cute at all.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and that familiar rush of adrenaline anytime he’s near surges through my body. “I don’t know… I’ve been told I can be pretty cute when I’m gagged, cuffed, and on my knee—” He slams his hand over my mouth and uses it to shove my weight back until I hit the basin.
Those embers in his eyes are looking more like shattered glass splintering through flames, and I try to take deep breaths around the heady scent of his cologne pressed against my mouth.
“You can fuck as many little princes as you want, Cartier. Truth is…” His other hand rests against my inner thigh and my eyes fly up to his.
He stops where my thigh meets my center. “She knows she’s mine, and when you’ve been fucked by a savage…” His finger slips between my folds and I cling to him like a nightmare, my eyes closing. “…a prince is hardly going to hit the spot.”
My eyes pop open and I reach behind his neck, just as he grabs me from behind my thighs and lifts me onto the counter, his lips smashing over mine. My body coils around itself the only way it knows how any time Keaton is touching me as he tears the towel away from my body and pulls his lips from mine, stepping back slightly.
His eyes travel down my body, only it feels as though his hands never left. “Fuck. How’d you get sexier?”
The outline in his jeans distracts me from my answer, so I spread my legs wide and slip my fingers over my pussy, bringing them to my lips to suck myself off. “Why are you still talking?” I smirk around my fingers, which admittedly is probably a bad idea.
In a flash he is back in front of me, whacking my hand away from me and shoving me down off the counter by a firm grip on my thighs. My feet land on the floor with a thud and he turns me around, pressing my head down against the cool marble countertop while spreading my legs wide.
“How many have you fucked since me?” He’s calm. Too calm. Keaton is like a storm that continues to circle until no one is left alive.
“What?” I rub myself against his crotch, biting down on my lip when I can feel him against the crack of my ass.
“How many?”
“I don’t know!”
“That many, huh?” He circles my cheek as the distinct sound of leather rubs against denim.
I try to stand to see what he’s doing, but his fingers dig into the back of my neck, forcing me facedown onto the counter. I rest my cheek on the cool counter.
“How many? Or I’m using my belt on your ass until you lose skin.”
My knees buckle, but he forces his between, holding me up.
Alexandra.
Eli. Which he will never know.
Two. Alexandra and I sleep together often. He has been my comfort fuck. The kind of sex that will bore you after a couple of months. The kind of sex that kills marriages.
