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Instead of answering him, I just shook my head.
He held my cheek in his palm, slowly caressing my skin. “Tell me, Maya.”
I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. The heat radiating from his touch warming me.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” he whispered. His face was closer, his breath fanned my skin.
My heart was thumping in my rib cage, my mouth was dry. I just want
ed to feel his lips on mine, only once. I had to be sure of my attraction to him. Opening my eyes, I met his dark ones, they were looking at me intensely. I felt his eyes caressing my skin and searching deep into my soul. Leaning closer to him I let my lips touch his. The first contact was electric, exciting in that stolen moment and it was full of the fear of reality. I expected him to pull back, but even though I felt his shock, he kept our connection and with a deep growl coming out of his throat, he kissed me back. It was our first kiss, the first taste of the drug we both knew we’d devour again and again.
He was my first kiss. I could still remember his taste on my tongue, still feel the power radiating from him as he moved his lips on mine. The first hesitant stroke of his tongue on my bottom lip still made my heart beat faster and when his kiss turned aggressive and hungry it still made me wet. But I couldn’t have these thoughts around him, they were forbidden, wrong even though they felt like the only thing I was sure of in my life.
“Please, Maya. Say something,” he whispered and leaned back to look at me, bringing me out of my reverie. The desperation and pain on his face made my guard slip further. “Tell me, what should I do to make you happy?”
Without giving myself a chance to stop, I let the emotions from the memory and this moment decide my answer:
“Love me,” I whispered.
He inhaled sharply. I didn’t blame him. I was as shocked as he was with my answer. Closing his eyes, he pulled me even closer to his body. I felt his erection on my thigh, his panting breath in my ear. I couldn’t help but close my eyes. He was too good to look at at that moment.
His hands moved on my thighs, slowly reaching my hips. I shivered under his almost hesitant and painfully slow touch. We both didn’t dare to say anything like we were both afraid of acknowledging the wrongness of the situation.
Holding me in his arms, he walked toward the shallow part of the pool, setting me down on the pool ledge, my feet dangled in the water. Reflexively, I spread my legs, so he could come close to me, waiting to see what he’d do after my request. But when his eyes focused on my thighs, I knew something was wrong.
“Maya,” he breathed out before gritting his teeth so hard I could hear the screeching sound they made. “What the fuck are these lines?!”
CHAPTER 25
ZEKE
She tried to cover her thighs, but I didn’t let her. My hold on her legs was tight, and it must’ve hurt her, but I couldn’t loosen my grasp. I was transfixed with the lines on her thighs, lines that were still angry looking.
“Maya. Explain,” I gritted out.
“I did it, okay?” she snapped, but I could feel her shaking under my touch. She was scared.
“Why?” I breathed out.
She shrugged. Her eyes welled up with tears, and I pulled her into my arms again.
“If you want pain, I’ll be the one who gives it to you. On my terms,” I said with certainty in my voice.
She pushed herself away from me, and I let her, so she could see how serious I was by looking into my eyes.
“If you ever feel the urge to hurt yourself, you’ll tell me.”
She lifted her chin with defiance. “Why?”
“Because at least I know what I’m doing.”
She snorted. “Right. You’re good at hurting me.”
I watched as she stood up and walked away from the pool in her wet t-shirt. I stared at her heading to the stairs to go back to the loft. When she disappeared from my view, I let my head hang down on my shoulders.
Her words stung, but they also aroused me. The idea of disciplining her, turning her pale skin pink, breaking her walls until she gives me the rawest version of her love and hate was like a handmade heaven for me.
I didn’t know when the changes started. I always told myself that it was the weekend when we were in the warehouse, but maybe it was when I started to imagine Maya as I fucked Mandy, or maybe I was just fucked up and it was even before that. Lately, there was no moment I wasn’t thinking of her, some thoughts were innocent like making her laugh, seeing the way she enjoyed her meal, watching her sleep, but most of them were thoughts I shouldn’t even acknowledge. Their presence should have been banned from my mind. She was so young and worse than that she was my fucking niece.
