Fearless (Broken Love, #5)(47)

“Keep your hands above your head.”

“Why do you always do this to me?” she gasped. I flicked my tongue across her clit before answering.

“Do what? Want to know how each taste is better than the last? Bring you pleasure?” I didn’t wait for her answer. I tortured her with my mouth until she came, and when her body jerked for the last time, I moved over her and kissed her hard as fuck. When I pulled back, she chased my lips like the greedy bitch she was.

“Turn over.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s what I want.” The heat in her eyes ignited to pure fire. She turned over, giving me the aerial view of her slender back. My gaze traveled the length until I reached what I was after. I bent low and took the plump flesh between my teeth just because I could and smiled when she yelped. “Turn your head and close your eyes.”

When she turned her head toward the window, I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the small bottle of lube I’d gotten after I had her ass the first time. I lifted her hips until her back was arched to my liking. She was curious but knew speaking wasn’t allowed when I got like this.

I made quick work of the lube and leaned over her again, bringing my hips to rest against her ass with a grip on my cock. Watching her face, I entered her slowly.

She gasped.

I pushed deeper.

She writhed.

I held my breath.

We were both slaves to the feeling of my cock filling her.

Her pain-filled whimper when my cock was fully seated spurred my hips to move, wanting to hear the sound again.

“Keiran, it’s deep,” she moaned.

“I know, baby.” I didn’t pull back to offer her relief. I pushed harder simply because I needed to take her to the edge of sanity and have her beg for more so I’d know without a doubt she was mine. “Tell me you love me.”

She bit into the pillow when I fucked into her harder. The sound of my hips impacting her ass rang about our bedroom. “Fucking tell me.”

“I love you. So much, baby. Please,” she shrieked.

I forced her flat with my weight, gripped her neck, and kissed her mouth hard as hell.

I dominated this girl, yet she owned me. Completely.

And I wasn’t even sorry for it.

I shoved my hand underneath her and stroked her clit with my fingers as I took her ass until she shook beneath me and collapsed.

“Forever, Lake.”





Chapter Sixteen


LAKE



The rest of the week passed peacefully. Keiran and I managed to jump into our routine again. The only invisible hiccup was Keiran’s controlling need to know where I was at all times. In the last few days, he appeared twice, waiting for me outside my classes with a look that dared me to argue. By Friday, I had reached my breaking point when I wanted to go running, and he insisted on coming with me.

It would have been okay if he wasn’t in the middle of a business call with Jesse, which he cut short to follow me around for four miles. More than once, I made up my mind to make him stop, but then I remembered how exhausting fighting with him could be, so I decided to ride it out and see how long it’d last.

Saturday morning came and I was feeling restless, so I hunted down Keiran in the basement doing sit-ups.

“Hey,” I greeted. He paused long enough to take me in with his hot gaze before pumping out his last set. “How about we play one-on-one?”

Over the years, he taught me about the game. I still couldn’t beat him, but I was able to score on him and make him work for the win.

He flipped onto his hands and began pushing his body up and down. I tried to become fixated on his flexing muscles or his strong back.

“You bored?” he grunted as he continued pushing.

“Kind of. I’m all studied out.”

“I was thinking”—push—”we could—”push—”visit Laurie and the girls today.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure. I’m sorry I forgot.” Watching him, it was amazing I was still able to form a complete thought.

“I noticed.” He finally stopped the erotic torture show and stood up to regard me with knowing eyes. “See something you want?”

“What are you talking about, Masters? I already own you.” I flashed him a cocky grin.

“Yeah?” The change in his voice was my only warning. He pushed me, none too gently, against the wall, causing the shelves to rattle and brought his body flush with mine. “Then show me, baby.”

I didn’t hesitate and did something he’d never expect. I wrapped my hand around his throat and pulled his head down until I could reach his lips. He leaned forward to take my lips so I tightened my grip around his neck.

“You kiss me when I say. Not before.”

“Lake.” It was a warning not to push this game too far. His molten gaze might have been filled with anger, but the hardness pressed against my stomach told me he was more than interested.

“Shhh. Don’t speak. Just feel.” I finally gave in because my submissive subconscious demanded it. He tasted like fresh morning, mint, and cool blue Gatorade. I pulled away only when I felt myself losing control and lifted his shirt I’d worn to bed. I shivered from the cool air of the basement and tied a knot to keep it at my waist. He eyed my naked pussy and hips, and I could have sworn he stopped breathing completely. The only sign of life came from his fists clenching at his side. I knew he was struggling with restraint and hid my smile. I never knew it would be this fun to control him.