“I’m heavy, and I need them. I can’t feed Wren if I can’t move. Please, Phillip.”
‘He nods, washing his hands thoroughly to get the fake blood off. I googled how to make fake blood, and it turns out Keir’s chefs have almost everything I needed—corn syrup, chocolate syrup, and red food coloring. He washes his hands for far too long before he dries them and backs out of the bathroom. “What about the money?”
His eyes fall to the ten-dollar bill on the floor, and he shivers. “I’ll pay.” And he’s gone.
“Hurry. I can’t move until I get one,” I yell after him.
Giggling internally, I hear the pounding of his feet as he runs, so I get up and tiptoe to the bedroom door until I hear the front door shut and the car start. Quickly pulling out Wren’s and my bags from under the bed, I grab her and hurry to the door, but my path is blocked.
“Where are you going, sweetheart?”
I look up at Keir and sigh. He has splatters of blood on his face, and Joey and Piper are standing on either side of him. His eyes flick to the bags, then to Wren. He reaches for her, and I let him take her straight back to his room. I follow along behind them. He places her in the crib, and I shake my head, angry at him for ruining my getaway. He needs to learn that he can’t control me like this.
“Seems you’re not in need of tampons, after all.” He grins humorlessly. “Poor Phillip, he looked horrified as he got into the car.”
I cross my arms over my chest while listening to him, then I storm out of the room because I’m so mad I don’t even want to look at Keir right now. I feel him behind me, so I spin around, and he locks eyes with me.
“Stop. Following. Me. Why are you following me?”
“You know why.” He smirks, and then in the next moment, he has my face in his hands and my mouth sealed to his. Then he lifts me up and breaks our kiss. “Let’s see how much you are actually bleeding because blood’s never bothered me, lollipop.” I try to push him away and drop my legs, but his hands are there, holding me tight, and I know I’m not going anywhere. He carries me until we get to his room. “Joey,” he calls, and I try to get down, but he refuses to let me go.
Joey pops his head in the room, and Keir nods to Wren. “Take her out and play with her. Her toys are in the living room.”
“Really?” he scoffs out but he reaches for Wren. His eyes flick to us and he shakes his head before he leaves, taking Wren with him.
Keir continues to carry me until we reach the bathroom and then he puts me down. He pulls his shirt off and then drops his pants, giving me a heated look. “Remove your damn clothes.”
“No,” I say, a fake smirk on my face. I try to leave, but his hand snakes around my waist and he pulls me back in.
Keir yanks at my shirt and pops all the buttons. I gasp, and he just continues to tear at my clothes like a caveman, ripping my skirt too. When Keir gets to my underwear, he tears at them, and with absolutely no shame inspects the scrap of fabric.
Then those dark eyes lock on mine and he says, “I see no blood.”
“No blood.”
“What did you use?” he asks curiously.
I nod my head to his cabinet. He opens the door and finds a small bowl containing the fake blood. He dips his finger in and then puts it in his mouth. “Sweet,” he says, putting it back down. “Just like you.”
I want to turn and walk away from him, but like any lovesick fool, I am trapped in all that he is.
He consumes me.
Devours me whole.
And I let him, with each and every bite, every kiss, every nibble. I let him take and take. And while I may not always complain, I know I should. I know we are wrong together, and that we shouldn’t work. Yet, somehow, we do. We work better than I could have ever imagined. Our intimacy, that is. Never have I had a partner I feel so connected to, who can read all my little moans and know exactly what I need.
As his hands touch me, I should want to step away, but it’s hard. It feels like you’re willingly tearing a part of you out, when really, it’s the one part you need the most. It’s next to impossible to do anything about it.
Standing in front of each other naked, I feel no need to hide a single thing. Or move or fidget at his stare.
“Get on your knees.”
I consider the words ‘no, you can suck your own cock,’ but I get on my knees in front of Keir anyway and look up at him through my lashes. His hand strokes my hair back before his fingers skate under my chin and lift it up. “Now, open your mouth like a good girl.”
Again I do as he says. He sticks his finger, the same one that was in his mouth when he tasted the fake blood, in my mouth and I close my lips around it. Then he pulls it out and gently pushes my head to his cock. It’s right in front of me, big and hard, and my mouth opens to take him in. He hisses and grabs my head but doesn’t push me down. I take my time circling my tongue around the head before I take him as far as I can go, my hand coming up to cup his balls.
Keir says my name, and I’ve seen him hold power in this situation before, but right now, I feel like I have all the power. I feel him match his movements to mine, and his movements tell me he’s on the verge of coming.
As I feel his balls tighten in my hand, I pull my mouth off him and back away, falling back on my ass and looking up at him. His head was tilted toward the ceiling, but now he’s looking down directly at me with fire burning in his gaze.
“I think that’s enough,” I say, wiping my lips.
He simply nods and turns to the shower, switching the faucet to on. He faces me, his hand sliding down to his cock before he wraps his fingers around it, watching me as he starts to stroke.
“Maybe you need to be taught a lesson in obedience,” he says, and my eyes drop from his eyes to his cock. I can feel myself becoming wet from just watching him. But I’m strong. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. “You look at it as if you’re hungry, starving even.” He bites off the last word. “Do you want me to make you come?” he asks and moves his hand faster.
I smirk and move from where I am on the floor. Reaching for my bag, I feel him track my movements as I pull things out.
Two can play at this game.
Pulling out my heels—the ones he got for me—I slide them on. Then I turn to fully face him. His hand is still on his cock, but it’s paused as he watches me. When he sees what I have in my hand, his hand completely drops from his cock, and he stands tall. I spread my legs right in front of him, the only thing separating us is the glass of the shower screen, as I switch my vibrator on. It starts and I place it on my clit, feeling the sensations rack through me before I slide it inside.
“Fuck.” My eyes slide away from him as my head drops back and pleasure starts to take over me. Pumping it in and out, the vibration from the clit stimulator hits all the right spots. The hand holding me up starts slipping on the tile as I sit open-legged in front of him. My legs start to shake, and I feel something warm on my clit. Lifting my head, I find him on his hands and knees, his mouth now on me. He takes control of the vibrator, pumping it in and out, his mouth devouring me like I’m his main meal, and soon to be followed by his favorite dessert.
A scream tears from my lips, and the vibrator is gone and so is his mouth as he slams into me, his body now over mine, my back hitting the cold tiles as his cock slides in and out, in and out.