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“It never is with you. I’m fucking trying here. I need you to help me out and explain what the fuck changed two years ago. Don’t tell me I’m imagining shit either. Something happened back then and I can feel the same thing happening now. If you need my help, I won’t ask questions, Sin. You know I will help you hide a body and never judge you for a single fucking thing.” I know he would. I also know if I told him about my Kacey problem, he would take care of it. But that’s the thing, Kacey seems to be the line I won’t fucking cross. Knocking on the door of the restroom pulls me out of my mild breakdown.
“I have to go,” I clip out. Royal tries to argue but it’s too late, I end the call and shove my phone back into my pocket and unlock the door, only to pause. “What the fuck–” The words die in my throat as Kacey pushes me back inside and locks the door behind himself. This space felt bigger a second ago but with his hulking frame in here, I feel claustrophobic.
“You think this is a fucking game?” he snarls an inch from my face. I push in until my nose is pressed against his.
“Did you think it was a game when you were lying to me and fucking me at the same time,Kacey?” His bravado falters. Scoffing, I shake my head and shove him back a step. He tries to reach for me, so I grip his arm and spin so it’s wrenched halfway up his back and shove him against the wall. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again,” I growl. The bastard does an elaborate move that has our positions reversed and me pressed flat against the wall with his pelvis flush against my ass.
“I took it easy on you before for obvious reasons, Chanel, but make no mistake, this time there are no secrets between us and I won’t handle you with kid gloves.” I try to push off the wall but he uses his body weight to pin me there.
“You have three fucking seconds to let me go or I will hurt you and feel not an ounce of guilt.” He ignores my warning and leans down running his nose from the base of my neck up to my ear where he nibbles on my lobe.
“I call bullshit,” he whispers huskily.
“You would have been right about that two years ago but things have changed. Your cock does nothing to inspire my submission.” His hold on my arm drops but he quickly grips the back of my neck and continues to use his body to pin me flush against the wall, earning a growl of annoyance from me.
“My cock used to inspire so much more from you, baby.”
I snort. “That was because I had no other experience but now, I am well equipped in that area and know exactly how useless your cock is. I also learned that I shouldn’t have had to fake orgasms when there are real men out there that know exactly how to make a woman come.”
He spins me around, grips both my wrists in one hand, and holds them above my head as he bends so we are eye level. The angry glint in his eyes fills me with satisfaction, knowing I’m getting under his skin.
“You let some other motherfucker touch what ismine?” he growls, making my nostrils flare in anger.
“You own nothing—”
“I own everything about you!” he roars right in my face. He stands before me vibrating with anger. “You want to stand here and bullshit about faking orgasms to make yourself feel better, go for it, Sin. You and I both know that you never faked shit, your pussy was squirting all over my cock daily. You can hate me all you want and hey, maybe in your head you really do hate me, but your body doesn’t.” To drive his point home he cups my pussy through my jeans, drawing a gasp from me. “Let me find out that you did let someone else touch this, baby, and I’ll plant evidence on the fucker that will have him behind bars for life.”
“Bullshit,” I seethe.
“Fuck around and find out, Chanel.” My chest rises and falls in quick succession as I try to tamper down my anger and think rationally, but that all goes out the window the moment he slips his hand inside my jeans.
“Kacey,” I warn.
“Hmm, say my name like that again, baby girl,” he purrs as he pushes my thong to the side and runs a finger through my slick folds, drawing a strangled moan from me. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as he continues to rub circles around my clit. Need coils deep in my belly as he sucks and nips at the tender flesh of my neck. The moment he pushes a finger inside my greedy little pussy, I cry out. “Outside that door you get to be the bad bitch that everyone expects you to be, but in here? You love that I take control and bend you to my will, so you don’t have to think.” I moan as he strokes that sweet spot deep inside my pussy. “Hate me all you want, Chanel, but you can’t deny that I am the only one who you submit to willingly. You will let me do anything I want behind closed doors because you trust me to put you back together after I break you apart.”
He sounds so far away. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my blood rushing in my ears and the beat of my heart skyrocketing as my body prepares itself for the orgasm we have been waiting years for. No matter how many times I have tried to get myself off, I never come as hard as he makes me. He has this ability to rip me apart, then slowly fuck me back together again.
My orgasm crests and my labored breathing starts to grow ragged as Kacey bites down on the tender flesh between my neck and shoulder. The pain mixed with the pleasure is the push I need to fall over the edge. I come all over his fingers, screaming out his name. When my knees give out, he drops his hold on my wrists and wraps his arm around my waist to hold me close as he slowly works me down from my high as I fold into him.
The moment I feel tears prick the backs of my eyes, I pull back. He stares at me in confusion, which just snaps the restraint of my anger and I lash out, punching him right in the nose.
“Fuck,” he roars as he stumbles backward a step and pinches the bridge of his nose, to try stop the bleeding. “What the fuck, Sin?”
“Don’t you ever fucking touch me. You have no fucking right–”
“You wanted me to touch you, I saw it in your eyes. You can lie to yourself as much as you want, Sin, try to make yourself hate me, but your eyes betray you. You want me as much as I want you.”
“I don’t want you,” I shout.
“Your pussy would disagree with you.”
I scoff. “Please, that thirsty bitch would be satisfied with one of your friends out there touching her.” His eyes darken at my taunt.
“Do it. You think you are the only one with control issues? Think again, baby. Try and find some shmuck to go home with you and see what the fuck I do. I dare you.” The threat is clear and I’ll be damned if the possessive tone he uses doesn't have my greedy cunt clenching on air. I reach inside my jacket pocket and grip the card I had stashed there, then toss it to him. It lands on the ground in front of his boots. His eyes widen as he stares down at the queen of hearts. His shocked gaze flicks back to me, I’ve just confirmed his suspicions of who I really am by showing him my card.. “You’re theMemento Mori,” he mutters in disbelief.
“You’ve been marked.” His brows raise to his hairline at my words. I leave him standing in that stall as I walk out, hating myself inside a little more for my momentary lapse in judgment and letting him touch me. I could have killed him if I wanted to, but the truth is, I don’t want to hurt him. Now that the card has been dealt and he is marked, I have no choice but to end his life.
Why does that notion fill me with a sense of foreboding?
