Kellion

by Marian Tee

  “Sorry, terataki, I’m sorry, sorry.” Kellion was whispering hoarse words of apology over me even as he rained kisses over my face, doing his best to soothe me.

  I shook my head. “I…want…this.” Even though the pain still hadn’t gone away, I meant every word, even looked into his eyes just to be sure he knew I wasn’t lying.

  He groaned. “God, baby, now’s not the time to be so fucking sweet.”

  I slapped his shoulder weakly. “Now’s…not…the…time…to…get…mad.” His cock inside my pussy was driving me crazy, filling me in a way that I felt dominated by it. His sleeping beast awakened by sex, I thought dazedly, and my body shook with silent mirth.

  Kellion felt my body shake, causing him to start and pull out. “Baby?” His cock slid back in as he spoke, and both of us groaned at the inadvertent first thrust he had made.

  I couldn’t help staring up at him in shock. It had been exquisite, that thrust – how could just one movement be so exquisite?

  Kellion sucked his breath in when his gaze met mine. “Terataki.” He sounded in pain, but his body was moving again, and this time, there was even lesser pain and more of the exquisite sensation.

  When I didn’t stop him from moving, Kellion growled. “Thank fuck.” His mouth crashed over mine as he began fucking me. Just like with his tongue, he started out gentle, his thrusts slow and long. But soon, it wasn’t enough, and I looked at him, begging silently, knowing he had more—

  “You want it harder, baby?” Kellion asked unevenly.

  “Yes.” The word was barely out before Kellion was pulling out almost completely and then slamming down on me hard.

  Stars exploded behind my eyelids, turning into fireworks as Kellion pounded into me. Over and over, harder and harder until the bed was banging against the wall with each thrust. I could only cling to him as he fucked me, and when he threw my legs over his shoulders, that was when I screamed.

  “KELLION.”

  Over me, Kellion shuddered, his eyes becoming almost feral at the sound of me screaming his name.

  His thrusts turned fierce and frenzied then, as if he wanted to take me so hard that his name would be the only thing I could utter. And it was. The way he fucked me, it was all I could moan, gasp, and scream as his cock tore into my pussy in the most beautiful way possible.

  And before I knew it, we were both there, our bodies straining against each other as we came, Kellion roaring my name while my heart sang his.

  I wrapped my arms around him as I shook with the strength of my release, my body unable to stop singing his name.

  God, this biker.

  He just made me so much more in love with him.

  I hugged him tighter as he pulled out and came on my belly.

  When he lifted his head, he smiled down at me.

  It was a bad smile.

  “Baby…” Oh, that tone. That apologetic tone.

  I shook my head weakly. Don’t say it, please don’t say it. Whatever it was, I was sure it wouldn’t be good.

  “You didn’t really think this was over?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Dear Ashton,

  Just because I’m looking at the clock doesn’t mean I’m excited.

  I’m just extra aware of the time. You agree with me, right?

  Love, Your Big Sis

  KELLION

  He gazed at Aria for the longest time, lying on his side next to her on her broken bed.

  Five days.

  They had been locked here inside her room for five days, spending most of their time making love. They’d sleep for a few hours, browse through videos on YouTube, have food delivered by one of Kellion’s bodyguards, but most of the time had been spent exploring each other’s bodies.

  And yet—

  He still couldn’t get enough of her, was more than content looking his fill of her. Like him, she had slept naked, Aria having given up the thought of going to bed with her clothes on by the third night. If she had kept it up, she would have ended with all her pajamas ripped into pieces.

  She was lying on her back, her face turned towards him. Unable to help it, Kellion let his fingers graze on Aria’s smooth bare back, down, down, down until his fingers were dipping under the covers and curving on one rear cheek. He squeezed, loving the pert fullness of her bottom. Aria stirred at his touch but didn’t wake up. That she was tired was an understatement. Unlike him, this had been her first bout of sex – a marathon by all counts, and Kellion had to give her props for lasting this long. Although shy and inhibited at first, she had been as insatiable as he was and wonderfully adventurous, willing to do whatever he asked of her.

  Looking at her, just looking at Aria’s sleeping face, and Kellion’s heart felt strangely filled, the burden of invisibility gradually being lifted off his shoulders.

  Even when she was asleep, she made him feel like he existed, made him feel he was wanted.

  Behind him, Kellion’s phone played a special tune, one that had him stiffening.

  Jack.

  For a moment, he remained still, guilt leaving a vile taste in his mouth. The next second, he was moving away, the taste becoming viler as the distance between him and Aria grew. Slowly, he reached for his phone.

  Jack: Are you free to talk?

  Kellion: What’s wrong?

  Jack: It’s Eugene. He lied to me again. I don’t think I can take it anymore.

  Kellion: Then don’t. Leave him.

  Jack: I wish I could, but I just…please, can we talk? Can you come here?

  His fingers stilled, indecision making Kellion’s teeth clench hard. She was asking for help. She needed help. It was not wrong, it was not a betrayal for Kellion to help Jack.

  So why did it feel like it was?

  His emotions deteriorated into chaos, and he found himself looking at Aria. His terataki, someone real, someone who was with him, someone who saw him. She wasn’t just in his mind, she was in his heart, but her presence was overshadowed by memories, and all of them were of Jack.

  “Kellion?”

  He stiffened, the sleepy voice behind him making the guilt inside him worsen. At the same time, he felt ashamed, prompting him to type a reply to Jack.

  Kellion: I’m sorry. I can’t come.

  He placed his phone back on the bedside table before turning to face Aria. She was rubbing her eyes like a little kid. The sight of if made his heart clench hard, and he didn’t even know why.

  Until she looked at him.

  Until she smiled at him.

  Until she told him, “Love…you.”

  That was when it became so painfully clear.

  Rebound.

  Aria was his rebound girl, and even now, even knowing what the right thing to do was, Kellion couldn’t make himself tell her the shameful truth. Guilt turned into a noose around his neck, and the need to make it up to her became overpowering. He heard himself saying, “Move in with me?”

  As soon as the words were out, Kellion couldn’t say who was more stunned, Aria…or him.

  The sensible part of him urged Kellion to take it back, to not make matters worse by doing something so drastic. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t, not when Aria’s blue-violet eyes were filled with so much fear. She was scared that she had heard him wrong, scared that she had heard him right – it was so damn clear in her eyes that she was scared of hoping, of even thinking what those words could mean.

  “The bed broke.”

  Aria swallowed. “But…”

  “And…” His gaze strayed towards the wall. “We’ve got cracks there, too. For all I know, people in the other room could see us now.” When she still didn’t say anything, he moved towards her. In a second, she was flat on her back and he was looming over her.

  “Move in with me.” Suddenly, it had become so goddamn important that he would be able to make her say ‘yes’.

  “Don’t you…think—” Aria bit her lip, the fear in her eyes still evident. “…it’s too fast?”

  Yes. He was sure
it was too fast. But whether it was right or wrong? That was what he wasn’t sure of, and it was what he was willing to take a risk on. Kellion bent his head, kissing her, their lips brushing in a soft, sweet kiss. When he pulled away, he repeated simply, “Move in with me.”

  The fear in her eyes was like a silent, unconscious plea for him to take the words back if he truly didn’t mean it.

  “Move in with me.” He knew he was demanding for her to trust him like she had tried so hard not to trust anyone again. He knew he was asking more than what he deserved, and the knowledge raised him up and weighed him down at the same time.

  Even so, he heard himself saying, “Move in with me, baby.” Kellion was no longer sure what he really wanted. All he knew was that he would never ever want to hurt this girl.

  “Okay.”

  A smile wobbled on her lips as she said it, and as relief exploded inside him, Kellion found himself returning the smile.

  Under him, Aria was blinking. “Your…smile,” she whispered.

  Kellion was bemused. “What about it?”

  She said with uncharacteristic shyness, “It…dazzles.”

  Ah, God.

  The words had him groaning as he took her lips for a kiss. Aria, Aria, Aria. For so long, no one had been able to see him, but with this girl – she didn’t just see him. She was dazzled by him, like he was really everything she could see.

  The thought made him shudder, made him kiss her harder, wanting to give her all the pleasure he could with his hands and mouth. The sound of her whimpers was the sweetest music he had ever heard, and he moved down her body, kissing every inch of it, intent on worshipping her.

  “Kel-lion.” It was a sweet moan that had him lifting her up to his mouth so he could devour her soaking wet essence. At the first touch of his mouth on her highly sensitized flesh, Aria’s body arched up, and Kellion saw her eyes rolling back, her lips parting, releasing another moan.

  Her responsiveness fed his desire, making his cock rise and throb even more insistently, and Kellion thrust his tongue faster and harder into her folds. He shaped her butt, slapping each cheek twice before he started playing with her clit.

  “Kel-lion.” She was moaning his name over and over, her body tightening around him. When her voice started to fracture, Kellion knew it was time, and he rose up, sinking his entire length into her in one deep thrust.

  Aria screamed, and he began to thrust in and out of her, angling his body so each stroke would stimulate her clit.

  With the headboard smashed, there was nothing for either of them to hold on to. And so they clung to each other as their bodies rocked and strained, his hungry cock pounding relentlessly into her welcoming pussy.

  “Kel-lion.” She sobbed his name out as she came, the sound propelling him to his own orgasm. He came with a rough growl, his mouth crashing down on her, his tongue staking a claim on her mouth even as he continued to shove his cock in and out of her pussy, ejecting powerful bursts of cum with each thrust.

  It was past noon when they woke, Kellion urging a sleepy Aria to pack her stuff. “Just enough for one night,” he told her. “I’ll have the rest of your belongings packed by my people.”

  “Your…people.” Aria rolled her eyes. “You sound like…a…king, do you…know?”

  He said mildly, “I am Afxisi’s VP.” He nudged her towards her dresser. “Now pack.”

  Ten minutes later and she was done, zipping her overnight bag shut. Finished, she signed to him.

  He looked at her in contemplative silence.

  Aria raised a brow. What?

  She was freshly showered, dressed for once in clothes that didn’t look like they were bought for someone three sizes larger. It was a dress with Japanese characters on its breast pocket, probably something KC had given her. The dress was hands-down cute. It was also a fucking turn-on.

  He started towards her, saying apologetically, “Aria…”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh…no.” She started backing away. “I know…that…tone.”

  Kellion’s lips curved. “Good. Then I have nothing to apologize for.” And with that, he hauled her to him, kissing her even as he lifted her up and ripped her panties away.

  Aria groaned and beat his chest with her fists, but he didn’t stop kissing her, didn’t stop moving until he had her back against the wall. “Just one for the road, baby,” he said hoarsely.

  “Kel-lion!”

  “I can’t help it.” It was the goddamn truth. “I look at you, and I want you.” He pulled his zipper down, his cock so hard it practically popped out all on its own. The next second, he was balls deep inside Aria, and the sound of her whimper and his growl of pleasure blended together.

  It was quick as promised, but Kellion realized that one taste of her wasn’t enough. After having her orgasm in his arms, he couldn’t stop himself, lowering Aria to her feet, placing her hands on the wall, and then fucking her from behind. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other was incredibly erotic, making both of them shudder, and their second orgasm couldn’t come fast enough.

  By the time they managed to leave her room, Aria had turned into a limp doll, murmuring not even a single protest as he lifted her up in his arms while the rest of his men took care of her belongings.

  “Everyone’s looking at us,” he told her cheerfully as he started walking towards Afxisi’s headquarters. He could have used the limo again, but somehow this walk felt more intimate. More real. Painfully so, if only based on Aria biting his shoulder in response.

  “I…hate…you,” she mumbled against his neck.

  He laughed. “No. You don’t.”

  When he reached the club, he went directly to the officers’ private floor. Stepping out of the elevator, the first thing he saw was Andreus and Hailey swiftly breaking apart, their flushed faces a dead giveaway.

  “Argyros.” Andreus’ voice was unusually stiff.

  “Economou,” he returned, mimicking the Treasurer’s tone with a smirk.

  Hailey’s gaze flitted to Aria, who was still curled up in his arms, too weak to move a single muscle. “Is she sick?”

  “No.” Kellion grinned. “She just can’t walk.”

  Hailey was alarmed. “Why?”

  “Sex for five days.”

  Hailey gasped.

  In his arms, Aria moaned against his neck. “Please. Have. Some. Decency.”

  Kellion’s chest rumbled with laughter. Nodding at the other two, he murmured ever so politely, “If you’ll excuse us.” Walking to his room, he added over his shoulder, “We still have some catching up to do.”

  Aria moaned again, but this time, Hailey laughed.

  By the time he got to his room, he was laughing out loud, even as Aria was doing her damned best to bite his shoulder off. “I’m sorry.” He tried to sound like he meant it but failed. “You are just too fun to provoke, terataki.” Kellion laid her gently on his bed, and the sight of her on it made his heart clench once more.

  She might have started out as his rebound, but now?

  He wasn’t sure if she still was, the way Aria made him feel. Stroking her hair, he murmured, “We’re here.”

  She nodded, her gaze like a trapped, lost deer.

  “It will be all right, baby.” He gestured to his room. “You can change whatever you want, redecorate it if you will. This is our place now.” She didn’t answer, but he could feel the tension emanating from her stiff body. Frowning, Kellion asked, “What’s wrong?”

  It took a long while before she answered. “Please…” Aria swallowed. “Please don’t…regret this.”

  He sucked his breath in at her words, knowing how much it had cost his woman to reveal her vulnerability. Stroking her hair, he said hoarsely, “Only if you promise me the same.”

  Her lips curved, her smile fragile and strong at the same time. “Impossible…to regret…when…you’re the reason…I’m living again.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Dear Ashton,

  I’m currently s
taying in another person’s house.

  I don’t want to say the person’s name. If I do, it makes things more real.

  Love, Your Big Sis

  ARIA

  It was my first breakfast with Kellion’s biker family, and it was pure torture. Totally not the Afxisi’s fault. It was all Kellion, with the way he had me sitting on his lap while feeding me slices of buttery pancake.

  “She looks like she wants to cry, Vice President,” Yuri murmured mildly.

  Kellion grinned. “I know. That’s what makes it so fun. She really likes me feeding her, and that’s what’s making her cry.”

  I pinched one denim-clad thigh, hating how his words were shamefully true.

  Kellion jerked. “That hurts.”

  Yay. I pinched harder and was rewarded by Kellion’s grunt of pain.

  The club’s Secretary laughed. “I can see why you call her a little monster.”

  When breakfast was over, I tried dissuading Kellion from joining me in class, worried that it would have him late for his meeting with the other officers. “I just…don’t…want…” My throat still hurt a bit, and frustrated, I pulled out my board and wrote what I had to say. I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE I DON’T MAKE A BAD FIRST IMPRESSION ON THEM.

  Kellion shook his head. “Relax, baby. We won’t be late, I promise.” Taking my hand, he led me to the elevator. “Besides, if I don’t go with you, who’s going to be your model for your session?”

  I shrugged. Who cares?

  His eyes narrowed. “Let me just make it clear to you once and for all, terataki.”

  My eyes widened at how his voice had become soft. I had known him long and well enough to understand his soft tone meant someone was in trouble, and in this case that would be – me?

  “Anytime you need a male model, you call me. You choose someone else, and I’ll beat the shit out of him, and it will be on your head when that happens.” A cold smile touched his lips. “Understood, terataki?”