Dinner with Janelle runs smoothly, and she drops me back at my car, outside school, shortly before midnight. We’re still laughing, as I’ve finally had the courage to tell her everything that I’ve been going through. I’m as light as a feather, and it feels so… liberating.
“Listen, whatever you’re doing now, don’t stop,” Janelle says, leaning against her car. “It looks good on you, K.”
“It feels good, too,” I reply. “It’s like I’m a whole new person…”
“Nah, it’s still you, but without all the unnecessary drama,” she chuckles, then briefly gets serious. “How are you feeling, though? With the pills and all?”
Exhaling sharply, I put on a half-smile. “I’ll be okay. I’ve got a lot to stay sober for…”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you throw the pill bottle away?”
I shake my head. “Elias says I have to face the demon and resist it. Throwing the Oxy away would be like hiding from it. If I cave, I’ll have someone to get the pills from, anyway. It doesn’t make much of a difference. I need to resist the urge, not the actual bottle.”
Janelle nods slowly, then hugs me so tight, my air’s cut off. “I’m proud of you, Kira. I really am. You deserve all the good stuff in the world,” she says. “And talk to me, the next time you feel like you’re crashing, okay? Don’t hold it all in. I love you like a sister, and I will always be there for you…”
I’m tearing up again. This is the second time I’m hearing such kind words today. In contrast, the idea of going home and maybe crossing paths with my dad sounds like the most depressing way to end this wonderful day. I can’t even remember the last time he said he loved me, or that he was proud of me.
“I love you, too, sweets,” I reply, gently stepping back.
She gets in the car and drives off, and I stand there for a while, in the semi-darkness of a boulevard, watching people go by. There are bars farther down the street, the music floating towards me. It’s a Friday night, after all. I have to be at the school, early in the morning, though. I promised Madame Olenna. Every day, morning and evening, I will practice.
It’s quiet at home. Dad’s in the master bedroom. I can hear him snoring all the way down here, in the main lobby. Turning the lights off, I go upstairs into my room, carefully locking the door behind me. I’m smiling like an idiot by the time I step into my bedroom.
“Took you forever,” Elias says, and I nearly scream.
“What the…”
Flipping the light switch, I whisk around to find him sitting on the sill, window wide open and curtains dancing in the midnight breeze. Shock doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m experiencing right now. Well, that and elation. I certainly did not expect this.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I hiss, setting my purse on a nearby side table.
“I had Chinese. Watched a rerun. I was bored,” Elias replies with a shrug. “Plus, I did say your place tonight. You didn’t seem to mind.” He’s laughing while he says it, the idiot.
My phone beeps. “Hold on,” I tell him and hold a hand out to him, making sure he doesn’t step further into my room. I check the new message. It’s from Janelle. She wants to make sure I’m home safe.
I text her back. I’m home, safe. Elias snuck in. Fun times!
Frowning, I set the phone aside and look at him. “You’re literally trespassing.”
“You can call the cops on me. Or handcuff me yourself.”
He’s smiling. He’s really enjoying this. Admittedly, I am, too. In fact, my blood is already racing, my core warming up in anticipation of all the mindless and sweaty lovemaking I know is coming. God, he reeks of sex appeal, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
His black jeans seem tight, considering the erection they’re trying to fit. The first three buttons on his navy-blue shirt are loose, revealing his muscular chest. I can’t wait to touch it again. The feel of his skin is intoxicating. His cologne lingers in the air, electrifying the space between us.
“You are on enemy territory right now,” I tell him, my temperature rising.
He stands, his shadow stretching across the room. His gaze is pitch black, and it’s enough to make me whimper, ever so softly.
“That’s what makes this so much hotter,” Elias replies, stalking towards me.
I move away from him, reaching the nightstand. “Elias stop!”
“That’s not what you’ll be saying in a few minutes,” he quips and my pussy responds, moistening like he licked the words right against my center. Jesus Effing Christ!
He reaches out to me again and again, I pull back – despite the fact that my body is practically begging me to fall on his cock.
I watch as he moves toward the drawer, his eyes fixed on me while – with practiced precision – he pulls out the little whip I keep inside.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think this wasn’t the first time you’ve entered my room,” I say.
He pulls a finger over the heart shaped tip. “You don’t know better,” he says. Despite the fact that I should be really fucking concerned that Elias has checked out my room before, I’m not. Instead, a part of me is intrigued by that fact and another part, curious.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, still watching him.
The look on his face shifts into something much darker, more dangerous. The thrill of merely anticipating his next move makes me gasp when he moves toward me. I’m, vibrating with arousal, now.
“You’ve never used it, huh?” he asks, his eyes finding mine.
I shrug. “Maybe I’ve tried it on myself a couple of times… Just curious, you know?”
“Why’d you buy it?”
“No reason,” I say, my cheeks on fire.
“No reason,” he mimics, eyebrows arched high. Then, his eyes turn into emerald slits as he extends a hand, offering me the whip. “How did you try it on yourself? Show me.”
All of a sudden, I’m hot. Hot enough that sweat starts seeping through my shirt.
“I’d have to be naked,” I whisper.
He crosses his arms. “Well, then, what are you waiting for?”
His authoritative attitude turns me on. I can’t help but obey when he orders me around like this. I know he’s hard. The prominent bulge in his pants is proof. It’s getting bigger, and I’m getting wetter. Moistening my panties to the point of embarrassment.
I get rid of my shirt first, then peel my jeans off. Elias’ gaze lingers on my bra and panties—matching baby blue lace with silk straps. He raises a hand and traces an invisible line from my neck all the way down to my navel, where he lingers for a moment before he tugs on the hem of my panties, licking his lips.
“Go on,” he says, his voice gruff and dripping with desire. “Show me.”
It’s not hard to get past the awkwardness of doing something I’ve only done in the privacy of my room—not when Elias is looking at me like this. I slap the heart-shaped tip against my thigh, gasping from the mild stinging sensation. He watches, quietly, as a pink rose blooms through my skin.
“Again.”
I hit my buttock this time, closing my eyes for a moment. Clearing his throat, he unzips his jeans and releases his bulging erection. I bite into my lower lip, already yearning to feel that inside me. I could cry…
“Undress me,” Elias says. How can I say no to that?
Slowly but surely, I bite on the whip’s slender stem and take off his shirt, allowing my fingers to brush over his skin. His muscles twitch beneath. His chest is bare, now, so I have to pull the jeans and briefs down. Hooking my fingers between them and his hips, I yank downwards. Both easily drop, and he slips out of them, while I linger on my knees, his cock inches away from me.
I look up at him, and he seems to register my intention, but says nothing.
Taking hold of the whip again with one hand, I use the other to grip his throbbing member. It’s hard as a rock, the veins swollen and the tip glistening with precum. Squeezing it, I lick the pearlescent bead off, a
nd he takes a deep breath, twitching in my hand.
I’ve never done this before, but I’ve seen my share of porn. Wrapping my lips around the head, I try to take as much of his cock as possible. It reaches the back of my neck, and I’m only halfway through. Good grief, this is going to be a lot of work…
My hand slips to the base, gripping tightly as I start sucking, slowly at first… until a rhythm emerges. His hips move, and he pushes himself deeper into my mouth, grunting softly. The whip’s tip hits my ass, and I feel him swelling in my mouth. This turns him on to a whole new level, and I am dripping wet.
I suck him harder, bobbing my head and relaxing my throat until I get all of him.
“Oh, fuck,” he croaks, planting one hand on the back of my head and keeping me in place. I tear up, but I’m loving this. I’m loving the power it gives me. I whip myself again - harder this time. Elias groans, as I look up at him, my lips stretching around his cock. “Again…”
Yet another whip, as I take all of him in. It’s getting harder to breathe, but I don’t want to stop. Elias, however, has other plans. He pulls back, and I’m left swallowing the salty sweetness of his precum. He takes the whip away and motions for me to turn around.
Once my back is to him, I feel his hand on my ass, caressing each cheek. My panties vanish, and so does my bra.
“Bend over,” Elias demands. I do just that, planting my hands on the edge of the bed for support. My temperature is spiking, a cold draft swishing past my hind. I am naked, my legs spread before him. I should feel vulnerable, but instead, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more empowered.
The sting of the whip is so unexpected, I grit my teeth to stop myself from squealing. A split-second later, he penetrates me—hard and fast, and I am breathless. He whips me again, harder. It makes me clench, my pussy tightening around him. “Elias…” I moan.
Another whipping, as his thrusts intensify. He fucks me harder, his rhythm heady and determined. Every lash stings enough to make me squeeze him as he goes deeper, and every sensation serves to bring me closer to the edge.
Before I can sense what’s coming, the whip comes down again, and my left hand slips between my folds, where a hardened clitoris awaits. Elias takes me, faster and faster, with enough strength to make me squirm as I flick my hypersensitive nub into oblivion.
“Oh…my…” I gasp, as he whips me again, and my entire world is rocked and turned upside down.
Elias is close to his climax, and so am I. White light explodes around me as I let go. The whip. His almost violent pounding. Our hearts racing. Our bodies merging and… our spirits unraveling, as we both ride the wave of a simultaneous orgasm.
“Kira…”
He can barely articulate my name, as he comes, his hips jerking. I melt and ripple outwards, like a lake unsettled by a bouncing stone, the climax spreading like a supernova throughout my limbs. His hand slips around my waist. The whip falls on the floor. He pulls me up straight, still thrusting and filling me to the brim.
I turn my head, and we kiss, basking in the sweetness of aches and stings.
“You’re mine, Kira. All mine.”
“All yours,” I breathe, unable to come down from where we’ve climbed.
This is perfect, just the way it is. And I want as much of this perfection as I can possibly get. He tries to pull away, but I moan in protest.
“No, baby, don’t. Stay inside me,” I tell him.
He stills, his hands traveling up and down my body, memorizing every inch of skin. They settle on my breasts, and he pinches my nipples, making me shiver. He’s getting hard again. I’m in for quite the marathon…
25
Elias
We left the window open. The mornings are quite chilly around this time of the year, but Kira keeps me warm enough. We barely slept for a couple of hours, fucking like rabbits until dawn. I can’t get enough of her. I doubt I ever will.
She’s awake. I can tell from her breathing. But I leave her to her thoughts, just as, right now, I need a minute with mine. I’m falling for this girl, hard and fast and completely unrestraint. I’m watching her heal and every moment that she gets a step closer to the best version of herself, is a moment that I’m filled with the kind of pride that kids my age hardly ever experience. There’s only one problem. It’s the same problem we’ve always had. Her father. My plans to find out whether or not he murdered Janelle’s father are still in place. Kira and her dad have their issues, sure. But he’s still her father. Still the only family she has left.
I tilt my head in the direction of the window and suck in a deep breath. The sun’s pink glow lights up the sky. It’s impossible how at peace I feel on enemy territory. How being here, with her by my side, soothes parts of me that have been aching for way too long.
But what happens when she finds out that you’re planning on taking down her father? My conscience chimes in. The longer we do this, the further she’ll fall and the harder the betrayal will strike.
“Kira, I need to tell you something,” I say, and she raises her head to give me her undivided attention.
“What is it?”
“You have to promise me you’ll keep calm. That you won’t act on any impulses…”
She frowns. “Now I’m worried.”
I give her a smile, but I know it’s strained. Uneasy… the truth is never easy. “It’s about your dad. And about Joe Fowler.”
My heart races a mile a minute as I watch the expression on her face fill with terror.
“Oh…” She sits up, pulling the sheet over her breasts. “Okay…”
“There’s a second reason why I’m trying to get closer to your dad,” I tell her. “And I’m not sure it’s fair to keep you in the dark. If we’re planning on going anywhere with this,” I point between us, “then you need to make that decision knowing my motives where your family is concerned.” She nods once, but I can see she’s already worried. It makes me want to shove the words back into my mouth and force them down my throat.
Carefully, I smooth my hand over her head. It’s impossible to miss the tension oozing off of her as she pulls her shoulders back, preparing herself for whatever the hell it is I have to say. “Just tell me what it is, Elias.” Her voice trembles, despite the strength imbedded in each word.
Another deep breath and I allow the truth to spill from my lips. “I don’t think Joe Fowler killed himself.”
She says nothing. I have to keep going, though I can feel the tension flooding the room, already. I might end up regretting this, but I’m past the point of no return.
“In short,” I add, “I’ve had my people investigate. There were inconsistencies with the medical examiner’s report and the suicide scene. There were emails and messages that prove William’s intention to buy Joe out of Fowler & Malone, along with Joe’s refusal to sell his shares. Did you know anything about that?”
Kira thinks about it, the dark crease between her eyebrows deepening. “Where are you going with this, Elias?”
“I think that William had something to do with Joe’s death.”
“That’s insane,” she replies, her eyes wider with every moment that goes by. “Dad was at home. He never set foot in Baltimore. He talked to the police about this, more than once. You’re reaching, Elias.”
“According to Joe’s mistress, he and William had agreed to meet in Baltimore that day,” I continue.
Kira chokes out a laugh, annulled of humor. “Joe’s mistress?”
I’m afraid I started this conversation from the wrong angle. I’m afraid I don’t quite know where to end it.
“I understand this comes as a shock, but… I need you to trust me on this, Kira. I know he’s your father, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you, but if there is any truth to my suspicions…”
She stares at me, virtually speechless. Tears glaze her eyes, and I’m seconds away from punching myself for putting her through this. Maybe secrecy would’ve been a better option.
She’s about to say something, w
hen a hard knock on the door startles us both.
“Kira!” William shouts from the hallway. “Kira, open the fucking door!”
“Oh shit,” she breathes, horror draining the blood from her face.
Cold sweat bursts through my pores, as I realize what’s about to happen. This is the worst possible time for something like this. The absolute fucking worst. As if jolted by 220 volts of electricity each, we jump out of bed, and I scramble to put my clothes back on, while her father keeps banging on the door.
“Kira, I swear to God, if you don’t open the door now, I will tear it down!” There are some more voices. Did Malone really bring the entire fucking security team with him?
“Shit,” Kira murmurs, shaking as she tries to figure out what to cover herself with. Her eyes are wide with fear as she manages to fish a shirt and some pants from her dresser, staring at me, hoping I might have a solution.
“I can’t be here…” I tell her, putting my jeans on. It’s amazing how difficult it can be to put on a simple pair of pants when Satan is trying to break down the door.
“Elias…” she manages. “I… What do we do?”
I can’t be bothered with buttoning up my shirt, so I rush to the window. “I can climb back down,” I say. “We’ll talk about everything else another time…”
She nods and I rush over to the window. I’ve only got one foot through the opening by the time the door bursts open.
Kira screams.
William Malone comes in.
He’s heaving like a raging bull, his eyes bloodshot and filled with pure hatred. He’s not surprised to see me. Shit, he was expecting to find me here. “YOU!” he snarls, pointing a finger at me. “You son of a bitch!”
“Dad!” Kira tries to stop him, but William pushes her out of the way, hurtling towards me.
I’ve got two choices here, one shittier than the other, and only a split-second to make my decision. Kira somehow makes that choice for me, as she locks her arms around his waist to hold him back. “Go, Elias, go!” she shouts.
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