Page 27 of Road to Redemption

I let myself look at her, to watch her face. I hadn’t let myself have her like this, face to face. Instead, I’d taken her from behind, unwilling to accept what I’d been feeling for her. But tonight, there was no denying it.

I needed her. Not just to let me ruin her — but to feel this closeness. In all of these years apart, I hadn’t let anyone in like this.

Whether we liked it or not, the two of us were stuck together. Fated by the decisions of our parents and the need for vengeance.

Her nails dug farther into my back, almost certainly drawing blood. A growl came from my throat as I felt the strap press into my hard clit at the same time. I wasn’t going to stop, not until I’d claimed her as my own.

And she was my little rag doll. A play thing for me to have when I demanded it.

Tightening my grip on her hip, I pulled her down onto my cock.

A shocked gasp forced her eyes open as she felt her body shudder underneath me. Her green eyes met mine, refusing to break as her body seized and shook.

She could hardly mutter out a, “fuck,” as she came on me.

I wasn’t done with her, desperate for relief. I hadn’t found it in the woods, but maybe I could find it in the Viper’s nest.

Limp from pleasure, Kiera’s head rolled into the pillow. But her arms wrapped tightly around my back. “Come in me, Dom. Please.”

In the light of day I would be embarrassed by how quickly that sent me rocketing toward my orgasm. In that moment, it was all I needed for my body to release inside of her. My jaw clenched tight enough to obliterate my teeth, my grip on her flesh sure to leave bloody bruises as my hips stilled.

“Shit.” I growled as my heart pounded to my climax.

As soon as I came, I felt the reality of what we’d done smack me in the face.

Pulling my strap out of her, I tucked it back into my pants and rolled off of her. I faced the wall, yanking blankets over my exposed body and stared at the wall.

I didn’t know if we would survive the next phase of our plan.

I shouldn’t have let her in, not like this.

But as my eyes grew heavy, one thought played over in my mind.

I should have kissed her.

18

KIERA

How fucking long are we staying here? I gripped the knife tightly as I cut up the fruit for breakfast. I knew that Viv was working overtime on the legal end of things, and that there was still a lot to figure out logistically.

But every day here meant another evening in bed with my nightmare. And given the ache her touch left in my body, I wasn’t sure how many more nights of Dom’s fury I could withstand.

It had been a few days since she’d wandered in from the woods, but every night was the same. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Dom would crash her way into my bed, stripping me naked and using my body to exorcize whatever demon was eating away at her.

It always felt good in the moment — fuck that, it was amazing. She knew exactly how to suck my tits, bite my neck, and touch my clit to make me come. She was never gentle, stretching me right to my limit, teetering on the edge of too much. I was quickly turning into a patchwork of bruises, a passport stamped by her rough fingers.

I should have hated it, should have kicked her out of the bed, or at least tried to. But even better than her touch was hearing just how badly she needed me. She’d only admit it in the dark, when no one else was listening and I was hers to break.

And I, like the desperate, pathetic slut I was, let her back in to tell me every night.

It never lasted, though.

Before long, her orgasm would crest along with mine. And once that happened, it was over. No more touching or talking, no cuddling — just her pulling out of me, rolling over, and falling asleep.

At least… that’s what she wanted me to think.

But on more than one occasion, once my breathing had grown heavy and she thought that I was asleep, I’d felt Dom’s heat radiating against my back. Heard her turn, reaching forward ever so gently to brush the hair away from my face.