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I leave her a message. I didn’t think of it irrationally. Killing Kaius had to happen, and although she won’t know all of the details yet, she will soon. Kaius was poison ivy growing throughout Midnight Mayhem.
Perse: Is everything ok?
Saskia: I need you all home in one piece…
Maya: Love you, Little C!
Rose: You’ve always been this annoying little turd, but we love you. All of you.
I swipe out of all of their messages, not wanting to read any others. Tears threaten to surface, but I force them back down. I don’t want anyone to see me weak, even though I know the people around me are my family. I would do it all over again to protect them. All. Over. Again.
The lights are all out, except for little LED lights that lead down the pathway to the back of the plane. Up ahead, there are more lights that shimmy a soft lilac, but not enough for it to be annoying.
Unclipping my belt, I move out of my chair and tiptoe down the long aisle. I don’t want to wake anyone, but I also don’t know where Keaton is, and I know that if he finds me before I head downstairs, there’s no way I’m making it. I can see the curtain cracked open slightly with light peeking through when I pick up my footsteps. My hand reaches the material of the curtain just as another clenches around the back of my neck, paralyzing me in place.
“And where…” His mouth is on the curve of my neck where my shoulder meets. “The fuck do you think you’re going?”
“To the bathroom,” I lie.
His chuckle is deep, but it scatters over my flesh like a warning. “You’re getting a little too comfortable lying to me, Tigger.” He shoves me forward. “Walk.” I squint my eyes when the bright light beams, walking around the bar and to the door that leads downstairs. My fingers twitch when I know I’m close. I start walking down the stairs as the sound of the jet engines becomes so loud I can’t hear myself think. I know he’s still there. He’s always there. Oxygen becomes tight as I find myself sucking in deeper breaths, my chest heavy with fatigue. Sweat slides down my temple once I hit the floor and my eyes fly around the place to find Delila. I have questions and anger that I’d love to take out on her, but she’s not there.
The door up above closes and suddenly I’m aware of where I am. Suitcases and equipment are tied on top of crates, and there are ropes hanging from the ceiling to hold cars or other heavy cargo. Blinking to get better sight, I reach aimlessly to the side for another piece of rope. The only lighting is a red light flashing overhead. Spinning around, I go running back up the stairs when I slam into Keaton’s chest.
“You know the best thing about finally seeing through all the smoke and mirrors with you? The best thing about finding out that what I thought was true was a lie?” He unwinds a roll of rope and my teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop from smirking. “The fact that I get to punish you.” He wraps the rope around his wrist. “Undress.”
I hook my finger beneath my t-shirt and pull it over my head, dropping it onto the ground. The sides of his jaw flex when he clenches his teeth as I flick the button of my jeans undone and shimmy them down, kicking them aside. Stepping forward, I press my finger against his chest slightly, but he whacks my hand away and glares at me.
“Naked, Cartier. All of you.” His eyes swirl with darkness that I’ve always craved from him. That forbidden forest that I’m sure I will burn in.
Reaching around my back, I blindly flick off the clasp to my bra before sliding my G-string down my thighs until it rests around my ankles. Stepping out of it, I watch him closely as those same eyes that are the last thing some people see penetrate over my flesh with every movement. Holding my breath, I wait for his next move. Uncoiling the rope, he moves it over my head before turning me around so my back is to him. Closing my eyes to shut out the outside noise, I try to calm my erratic breathing every time his grazed knuckles touch my skin. The feeling of the rope tightening around my body has my thighs clenching together and my heart rate picking up. Rope against skin, his bare knuckles graze my inner thigh when he loops a tight knot. Dampness pools between my thighs when the rope pulls on either side of my pussy. I keep my eyes closed when he runs his hands up the backs of my thighs, goose bumps breaking out over my flesh and never leaving. He moves his touch over my ass cheek before gripping the back of the Hishi Karada harness, yanking me back so hard I almost lose my footing. With my hands tied to the back, he shoves my head down so I’m bending over and smacks me hard across my ass cheek, slightly lower over my pussy.
“I need to hurt you.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head before I look over my shoulder. “Then hurt me.” Those are bittersweet words when you’re saying them to someone like Keaton. A man who is very capable of hurting you, not just superficially either—but truly hurting you.
His finger slides between my folds, and I fight a moan when he twirls it deep inside. “Might lose control.”
“I trust you.” I sigh, riding against his finger. He retracts and moves backward, and I instantly feel his presence leave and return when I feel cool metal glide over my ass. Looks like I’m the type of girl who tells a killer she trusts him when he’s clearly in the middle of wanting a fucking murder binge.
The palm of his hand glides over my back and my skin prickles with anticipation. The sting comes first, but the pleasure chases it like a cat does a mouse. Fire erupts over my ass cheek from the metal, but he cups my pussy with his hand and massages my clit.
“Fuck. You look real good, baby.” His affirmations wrap around my mind like candy. Pushing against his crotch, I bite down on my lip when his hard cock glides down the crack of my ass. “Real fucking good.” He guides the tip of his dick over my entrance and pushes in. I don’t bother fighting my moan when his girth contracts around my tightness. The friction of his dick pulling back when he slowly extracts has my nails digging into the palm of my hand, desperate for release. Cum slips down my inner thigh when he slams into me again, harder this time. He grabs me by the rope behind my back and uses it to direct my body against his, bucking his hips into my ass with every thrust. Everything is almost too much. The feeling of him inside of me is like snorting cocaine. It bumps me higher and higher until I can’t go any farther. The rope between my thighs grazes my clit as he pounds relentlessly into me with hard thrusts. Our bodies slapping together violently fill the air, and I can’t help the loud screams that tear from my throat.
“Keaton…” My whole body ignites as fire rips through my veins when my orgasm frizzles through me in waves.
Tugging on the rope, he slams into me one last time before crashing on top of me as his cock pulses inside. His heavy breathing, our sweaty bodies—the silence. We stay the same for seconds. Minutes. Before we finally get to our feet.
Keaton points to me, picking up my shirt and tossing it at my chest. “You’re lucky I don’t hook you up to that suspension and leave you there for the rest of the trip.” He pauses and I squeeze my head out of the hole of my shirt. “Trust me, Cartier, I’m still seriously considering it.”
I shove my hands through my shirt. “Making me leave the bondage on for the rest of the trip is torture enough, thanks.” Snatching my jeans up from the floor, I shove my legs into each side and do the buttons up quickly.
He steps forward, his hand on my chin. I close my eyes. Having him near me has become a necessity, and I’m painfully aware of how volatile that is. Loving Keaton isn’t supposed to be easy, but it is supposed to be mine to do.
“I’m sorry, baby.” I rest further into his embrace, my heart pounding against my chest. I think my relief of finally finding out everything outweighs my need to be more upset with him. There’s a kind of calm that has subdued my panic. All the chaos we’ve both endured over the years will be finally turned into gas to help us reign. Help me reign.
“For which part?” I bat my lashes up at him but can’t help the playful smirk on my lips. “The you making me think you’re in love with some bitch, or for one of the other one hundred reasons you should be sorry?” His eyes fall to my mouth, mirroring my same grin.
“You thought I was in love with her?” His dark brow curves upward, hitting his hairline.
“Well… yes?”
He shakes his head, pulling me under his arm. “There’s only one girl walking this earth who can say that about me.” His lips brush my temple. “Any more secrets that I’ll find out through anyone else?”
I open my eyes to his. “No.”
He kisses my forehead and takes my hand in his. “Good. Then you don’t need to worry being my next tattoo.”
I laugh nervously, but he doesn’t put my mind at ease by saying he’s joking.
“You’re joking, right?” I squeeze his hand with mine. He pushes open the door and leaves me to walk through first, staring me down as I pass him. “Right?”
