“Ky, I want to believe you.”
“So stay, and I’ll show you I’m telling the truth. I’ll show you that you can trust me. One more chance, Kira.” I take a final step closer and grab her hand. Lifting it up, I tangle our fingers together. “Please, Kira,” I actually beseech her. “Don’t go. Stay here, with me.”
Her eyes begin to water again as she fidgets right in front of me. “Don’t break my heart, Ky. There are a lot of issues you need to work out with your father. He’s going to come back. You’ll have to hash it out if you truly want to be with me.”
She’s fucking right. We are going to have to hash things out. But just like Kira is the only other person who can send me to that dark place, she’s also the only one who makes me want to reconcile my relationship with my father. For Kira, I would do it. For her, I would do anything.
“Are you saying your heart is already involved in this?” I kiss her knuckles.
“Too much,” she admits.
“Mine, too,” I whisper. “How did that happen?”
“I’ll never know.” She cries frustrated tears, and I pull her close, hugging her with all my might. “How is it you can be so nice one minute and such a dick the next?”
“It’s a gift,” I laugh.
“You should definitely return it.” Kira wipes her wet eyes on my shirt.
“I’ll think about it.” I press warm kisses all over her face. Silently thanking God she’s still in my arms. “The one thing I’m definitely not returning is you, Snow. You’re mine. From this moment on.”
“No more accosting my classmates,” she stipulates.
“Only if they deserve it,” I make no promises. I’ll accost anyone who gets in our way.
“You're impossible.”
“Sometimes.” I hoist her up and throw her over my shoulder.
“Ky!” she yelps. “Where are you taking me?”
“To bed, where else? I’m going to show you all the ways you belong to me.”
“Sounds intense.”
“It will be, baby.” I march up the stairs to her bedroom. I toss her on the bed with a little bounce and stand over her, casting a shadow of authority. If Kira Kendrick wants a proclamation, I’ll give her one. She’s mine. I’ve declared it. And now the whole world is going to hear her scream it.
“Take your clothes off.” I cross my arms dominantly above her.
Kira doesn’t rush at my authoritative command, but she does obey.
She may not want a man controlling her life, but her pleasure is a completely different story. That I own. That I’ll wield. That I’ll control.
Kira naked never gets old.
“Hands over your head, Snow.”
In that I’m-so-sexy-I-don’t-even-need-to-try way, Kira lifts her arms. Her whole body elongates, and so does my resolve. Being stretched to the point of snapping. I am a fucking fool for this woman. A sucker, a dope, a sap. A victim of weakness. Because that’s Kira’s power. She makes me weak. She breaks me down. She makes me kneel. And through all that, she somehow makes me better. Makes me stronger. Makes me able.
I like who I am when I’m with her. She changed me, and she doesn’t even realize it. I didn’t realize it either until the moment she threatened to leave.
I kneel and place my hands on her thighs. “Who does this body belong to?”
“You?”
“Me? You don’t sound sure, Snow.”
“I'm not.”
