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CHAPTER16
Elena
Sex with Kane had been nothing short of amazing. He played my body as if it were his own instrument. I've never felt so satiated with a man. Not that there have been many. My father would have preferred me to go to my marital bed as a virgin, but that ship sailed long before I said my vows to Kane. I broke a cardinal rule, but I doubt he came to our marriage a virgin either, so why should I?
For the next week we exist in bliss. He can never get enough of me, touching me at every opportunity, and I feel the same. I didn't think this marriage could work, not after the failure of the engagement party. He had been so cold then, so different. I'm not sure what changed his outlook, but I'm glad it has. This week has felt like a dream. As I get to know my husband more, I feel a connection to him that I can't describe. We are still uneasy around each other at times, trying to navigate the waters of our marriage, but there is definitely something growing between us. Something I hope we can explore further. I feel at ease with Kane, something I never expected. His reputation was enough to scare me, but there is also another side to him. One that loves his family deeply. One that is capable of loving me that way too. That keeps me focused on continuing to build our relationship.
This morning is no different. I'm in our kitchen, making us breakfast, when Kane comes up behind me, his hands sliding around my front, going in between my legs. I squirm against him, tilting my neck as his nose goes to the crook between there and my shoulder. When he touches me, it's as if my body ignites. I grind against his hand, which is pressed firmly to my pussy.
“You only just fucked me,” I point out as his hand slides under the waistband of my jeans and into my underwear. I'm sure he finds me wet because I feel damp between my legs. As his fingers slip through my folds, I can't stop the little whimper that escapes my mouth.
“I can't get enough of you,” he admits as he slips a finger inside me. It feels so naughty, daring even, because his house is full of guards. Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us together.
He fingers me hard until I'm gripping the counter in front of me, my knees weak. As I come around his fingers, I sag back against him. He holds my weight up, his arm protectively curled around my body. It’s moments like these that make me realise this match might have been a good one. And not just because we are in that honeymoon phase where we can't keep our hands off each other, but because I feel like I have a genuine connection with Kane, and he with me.
“I found your collection of knives in the closet. Should I be worried?”
I wasn't sure where to put them, but I had a small shelf in the bottom of my side of the closet that seemed the perfect place. I've been slowly unpacking my things all week, trying to find places to put things in Kane's already seemingly busy life. He doesn't seem to mind that I'm slowly taking over his bachelor pad, or if he does, he hasn't said. In truth, I kind of think he likes having my stuff around. It makes a marriage feel more real. I'm not just a passing trend. This is forever.
He pulls his fingers out of me and turns me towards him, his fingers fisting into my hair at the nape of my neck. There is something inherently sexy about a man who takes control. Kane is always in command of everything we do, and this is no different. He tugs down my jeans and underwear and sheaths himself inside me in one swift motion. I whimper at the sudden intrusion before everything settles back down, and I can focus on the pleasure.
“Only if you piss me off.” I grip his shoulders as he slams into me, lifting me onto the counter so he can get a better angle.
“I'll be careful not to do that then.” He continues to piston his hips, his thrust deepening with each stroke he makes. “Why do you have so many knives anyway?”
I lean back widening my thighs to give him better access as he slams into me tip to root. I feel so incredibly full with him inside me. It feels so good.
“You know who my father is, and you know the kind of life I have led. I need them for protection.”
“You don't need to protect yourself from anything any longer,” he tells me as he continues to thrust deeper. “I will always protect you, Elena. You will never be alone again fighting demons.”
Our conversation holds as we both come simultaneously. I feel him spill inside me, as my pussy contracts around his shaft.
As he slows his movements before finally stopping them, he leans in and kisses me. “I have to go to work, but I wish I could stay here all day and fuck you senseless.”
I smile. “That sounds delicious. I vote we do that.”
He shakes his head. “I wish that I could, but world domination takes effort.” He kisses my nose. “It means I have to show up.”
I huff out a breath. “I guess I’d better let you go then,” I say, even though I don't release my hold on him.
“I'll be home later. Find some things to busy yourself with.”
My eyes roll at his suggestion. “Considering you won't let me leave the house, what, exactly do you expect me to busy myself with?”
“It’s only for a short time, Elena, until we can discover who has it out for you. Then things will return to normal, and you can get on with whatever you want to do.”
“I'm holding you to that.”
He kisses me again, deep, and passionate. We are both starting to fall for one another. I can feel the strength of our bond growing with every passing day, and I can't say I don't like it. Every moment I learn a little something new about Kane, it makes me appreciate our marriage even more. He’s a complicated man, and I'm getting to know the ins and outs of him.
We eat breakfast together before he leaves. It’s then the house feels endlessly vast. It’s in these moments, when he is gone, that I feel the most alone. I can't wait until I can get out in the world again, fill my days with seeing friends, shopping, learning a new skill, anything to just get out of this drudgery.
I head for a shower, needing to clean up after he came inside me. I'm not worried about pregnancy, and I get the impression Kane wouldn't have wrapped up even if I'd asked. I wouldn't have wanted the barrier of a condom between us either. It felt so much more intimate to have him ride me bare.
After drying and redressing, I head down to the living room. There are a few of them in the house, but I have my favourite. It’s the one we came to the first day, when I was injured. This room is the cosiest and has the biggest sofa. Plus, it has a seventy-inch television on the wall that is amazing for watching films on.
I'm halfway through a movie when my phone rings. I hit pause on the remote before I glance down to see my father's name on screen. Inwardly, I groan. He is the last person I want to speak to. He never called me after the assassination attempt, nor after the wedding to see how I was settling in. I can't imagine what he wants now.
