And soon, oh so very soon, my body shakes.
I bite my lip to stop the scream that wants to escape as I come. He doesn’t waste any time, though, as he stands, drops his jeans, and lifts me until I have to wrap my weak legs around his waist as he guides me down on top of him. As soon as he’s filled me, I lean forward and bite his shoulder, hard, and when I pull back, his hand wraps around my neck, the other holds my ass as my back hits the wall while he pushes in and out of me. He applies pressure to my throat, until I feel I’m on the verge of passing out then he releases the pressure for a moment and does it again, bringing me close each time as he fucks me.
He holds all the power in the bedroom.
And I can’t say I want to complain.
I like a man who takes charge. Dillan was doggy style all the way, and if I wanted something more, for example me on top, his taking command, I had to initiate it. With Keir, I don’t have to worry about that. I love that when I look at him while he fucks me, I know he wants me, and only me. It’s not just in the way he watches me—I’ve seen him get his cock sucked before and he never paid that woman any attention whatsoever—because when he wants me, when he needs me, his hands are soft and gentle before they move to demanding. His eyes darken just a little, and I know, I just know, it’s me he wants.
When he’s close, his hand drops from my throat and he holds our bodies together, and just like in the fucking movies, we come together.
Who knew that could happen? That a man could fixate on your body so much that he knows, just knows what to do with it?
“I’m never letting you go,” he says quietly into my hair. When I don’t respond, he pulls back and pushes my hair out of my face as my feet hit the floor. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you plan to fuck other women as well?” This is probably not the right time to ask, but he can’t drop the L bomb and just get away with it. I’m not Paige. I shiver at the thought of her and what they did. “I mean, you fucked the woman who tried to kill me.”
He pulls away from me and exits the shower.
I turn the water off and step out, reaching for a towel.
Keir already has one wrapped around his waist when he replies, “I don’t have time for this.”
“I guess you don’t have time for me, then.”
He shakes his head, stalks his way back to me, palms the back of my head, and leans in to slam his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. I almost go to push him away, but like I said, he has a way of making my body sing like no one else ever could.
“You two love birds in there done? We’re waiting.”
Keir disconnects our lips but rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll be back. And when I’m calmer, we will finish this.”
“Sure,” I say with a sarcastic smile.
He stops in the doorway, turns, then blinks a few times. “You are to stay here, do you understand?”
Uh, yeah, that’s not gonna happen. I’ve made a vow to not let any man control me that way unless he’s fucking me. And right now, he’s not fucking me.
“Sailor.” He barks my name, but I still don’t answer. “Phillip,” he calls out while staring at me, being a demanding asshole. The door opens and Philip appears, eyes cast down at the floor. “Sailor is not to leave this house. Do you understand me?” Phillip looks up, his shocked eyes finding mine, but he answers anyway, looking back down. “Yes, sir.” Then he walks out, and I smirk at Keir, who shakes his head as he stomps like a spoiled child out of the room.
I guess that’s what happens when you fall for the devil. Not only do you get singed, you get fucking burned as well.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Keir
Joey is eyeing Piper as she stands there dressed in combat boots, a knife on her inner thigh, and a gun holstered at her waist.
“Are you, like… the tomb raider or something?” he asks Piper, and I can tell he’s serious. She punches him in the gut, and he leans over, coughing. “Bitch, it was a simple question.”
“I can kick your ass, Joey. Remember that,” she sasses as we step outside.
“Keir…”
We all turn back to see Sailor standing at the door, naked.
“Joey, cover your eyes,” I snap at my brother.
“Go and put some fucking clothes on,” I growl at Sailor.
Piper giggles from behind me, and I have to remember to not hit her. I was raised better than to think for one minute I can hurt a woman—only choke during pleasure, that’s it.
“What the fuck are you still doing standing there?”
She doesn’t respond or make a move to go back inside, just places one hand on her hip and pops it out.
“How long do I have to cover my eyes for?” Joey asks.
“As long as I fucking say.”
Joey groans and turns away from us.
“I just wanted to say goodbye.” The words leave her mouth in a sweet, seductive tone as I stalk over to her and block her body with mine. “What! It’s okay for you to walk around naked and not me?” she questions, and I want to lean forward and bite her lips.
“It’s definitely not okay for you to walk around naked in my house.”
“But I can do it in my house, right?” she snaps.
“Only when I’m there.”
Sailor rolls her eyes at me. “Goodbye, Keir.” She gives me a wave and I shake my head, turning away from her with a sigh and walking toward the car.
“I really need to see to be able to get in the car and drive,” Joey mutters.
When I glance back, Sailor’s still standing framed in the doorway.
“Uncover your eyes. But if you look toward the door, I will slit your throat.”
“Yes, boss,” Joey mutters, keeping his eyes downcast as he gets in the car.
“She’s pissed,” Piper singsongs from the back seat.
“Why the hell is she with us? I thought there were no women allowed.”
“Shut up and drive,” I say on a groan.
The café comes into view, and I see Romarc sitting there through the windows. He has a cup in his hand and is seated next to two ladies. How can he be this careless? He’s left himself vulnerable.
He and his men don’t even look this way when we get out of the car. There are only two guards with him, which is a stupid move.
When we walk to the door, the guards who were sitting outside stand, blocking us from entering.
“I would move if I were you,” Piper says. They laugh, dismissing her. “I did warn you,” she says, smiling, showing her bright white teeth.
Both the guards reach behind their backs for their guns.
“I don’t have time for this,” I tell her, because I plan to tear to shreds the piece of shit that’s inside. Literally.
Piper bends down and the guards follow her movements. I see what she’s doing before they can even work it out. I watch in complete admiration as she lifts the knife from her thigh shifting upright and slices quickly and cleanly across both their throats. Then she stands back and wipes the blade on her black shirt before placing it back where it was. She turns back to us while the men gargle and hold their throats.