I can’t help the way my lips twitch up at the sides. I have her. “You wanted honesty. Here it is. I fucking crave you. When we’re in the same room, I’m desperate to touch you. To taste you. To hear my name tumbling from your sweet lips as I take you over the edge with me. I have never wanted anything more in my life.”
“Kasen,” she says my name in warning, her breathing hitching in her chest, her massive tits heaving just begging to be played with. But I can’t fuck her, not till she knows the real me. No more hiding.
“We know your secrets, and you used to know all of mine, birdie.” I close my eyes and suck in a breath. “No one else knows this.”
Her hand moves, lacing with mine in such an unexpected gesture my heart constricts. “What is it, K?”
My head drops, the weight of the last few weeks settling heavily. “The night I came to save you, I was done. I don’t want this life that’s been forced on me. You ran away, but I was stuck here without you… I had my gun with me because I was ready to end it.” The last part comes out as more of a whisper, the words choking out of my throat, it’s so hard to admit.
Goosebumps scatter over her skin. “K. Fuck.” She shakes her head, swallowing hard. “That’s… You can’t…” A tear slips down her cheek.
I take her face in my hands, not wanting to upset her. She wanted honesty and this is it. I’m fucked in the head. This life and what I’m now in charge of is a clusterfuck of too much. She will see it for herself soon enough. “Birdie, you’ve given me something to live for again.”
Her eyes are sad now, welling with tears that make my own heart restrict. “That’s too much pressure, K.” Her tears spring free and stroll down her cheeks.
I brush them away with my thumbs, her skin impossibly soft. “I know you’re sad, angry, and broken from all the shit that’s happened to you. I can see the hurt you carry, it’s like torture to watch. You’remessed up from it all, but so am I. Let us be fucked up together.” I stare deep into her soul, my breath so shallow I might be about to pass out. If she rejects me now, when I’m actually bleeding my heart out for her, I don’t know what else to do.
“Total honesty,” she whispers. Her eyes flicking from mine to my lips. Tears still rolling down her cheeks. “I hate you.”
I can’t help but laugh. It’s not rejection. “Good. It’s safer that way.” I drop my lips to hers, testing her. She doesn’t shove me away. This time her hand tangles into my shirt, and she pulls me closer. She hates me, but she wants me, and that is enough for now.
Chapter 31
Dove
My heart is broken. Shattered into tiny little shards. If I didn’t come home that night, Kasen would be dead. I never would have seen him again and these past couple of weeks would have been… nothing, because Dax would have dragged me back to the Southern Breakers and forced me back into the life I hated so fucking much. That’s if he didn’t go through with his threat to kill me.
For some reason, fate had other plans for us that night. And as much as I despise this man for everything he’s put me through, I love him as well. That’s how fucked up I am.
Kissing him deeply, I crawl onto his lap, straddling him, the back of the table biting into my back, but I don’t care. I need my body close to him. When he eventually breaks the kiss, I stare back at him, breathless and not sure what to do next. I just got lost in the moment and gave in to intoxicating desire I really shouldn’t have.
He leans in, his lips brushing over my earlobe, nipping kisses down my neck as he forces our bodies even closer together. “In the interest of being honest, I should tell you I watched you fuck my mates yesterday.” His voice vibrates through my body.
I shove at his chest until his eyes lock with mine. Is he serious? But I can see he is. Fuck him, he’s a fucking creeper. I slap his chest. “Why would you do that?” I seethe, the switch flicked back to furious.
He shrugs, unaffected by my hostility. “I told you, I’m obsessed with you.” His hand glides up my thigh, running just under the hem of my dress.
I’m not sure if I’m furious with him or turned on knowing he’s that crazy about me. It’s a lot to process.He’sa lot to process. But right now, the warmth radiating off his muscular chest is impossible to ignore.
His thick brow rises as he smirks at me, knowing it. His hand travels up higher, brushing over my panties, and I’m sure this is another one of his tests.
“Show me,” I whisper, wanting to test him just as much.
His eyes fill with mischief. “Show you what, birdie?”
My hips rock, making sure I brush my now very wet pussy over his hard cock. “How obsessed you are with me.”
“Wasn’t what I was expecting you to say.” He chuckles darkly before burying his head in my neck, sinking his teeth into my flesh as he sucks and bites, leaving a mark, I’m sure. But I don’t care, every scrape of his teeth on my flesh brings me back to life more.
My cheeks flush with heat. I must be the color of a beetroot right about now. “You saw my videos, that shit didn’t come from nowhere,” I whisper.
The fingers that were stroking over my panties slip under, and he pushes three of them inside me, a slightly cruel smirk on his handsome face as he stretches me.
“Fuck, K.” The sudden fullness burns like a motherfucker, but even still, I rock back and forth as much as I can in the confined space, wanting more from him.
He curls his fingers, pumping them in and out, then he pushes in a fourth, stretching me to the brim.
Music from the stage fills the air. Slater’s voice is smooth, the beat jazzy, pulling my attention and snapping me back to reality, realizing what I’m doing in a very public place, even if we are down the back where the lighting is low and we are mostly hidden. “We shouldn’t be doing this here,” I murmur.
