by Vivian Wood
He’s shaking her down a second time, it seems obvious enough. That’s how blackmail works, isn’t it?
Finally she gets back in the car and Charles goes on his merry fucking way. Me, I’m busy trying to figure if Kit will be mad when I hire some thugs to break that jackass’s fucking legs.
We’re both quiet the whole way home. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kit so unhappy, and it makes me want to rip down brick buildings with my bare hands.
I want to fix it, so fucking bad. Why won’t she let me help her, god damn it?
Then, because she doesn’t feel about you the way you feel about her, mate.
That hits me like a load of bricks. I haven’t spent a lot of time considering my swiftly-growing feelings for Kit. But I’ve considered her own feelings even less. It literally hasn’t occurred to me that she might not return my… affections, or whatever.
We are both brooding by the time we get back to the flat. I assume Kit’s going to vanish back to her room, but she surprises me.
“Do you think we could just lie together for a little while?” she asks, not quite able to meet my gaze. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
She’s absolutely fucking killing me. Especially when I see a tear roll down her cheek. I’d pretty much do anything for her right now, probably kill a puppy with my bare hands if she asked me to.
I’m fucked. I am really, really fucked.
I don’t say any of that, though. I take her hand and lead her to my bed. We kick our shoes off and crawl onto the bed. We both lie down and I tuck her against my body, pulling the covers over us both.
I struggle to find the right thing to say, the magic words that will make her open up to me. Kit’s still crying, though she’s silent about it.
I brush a lock of hair back and press my lips to her neck. She shivers.
Killing. Me.
“Just tell me, Kit. I can help you if you tell me. I promise, I won’t be upset.”
“I can’t,” she whispers.
“Why not?”
“Because you won’t look at me the same anymore, Rex. I… I like the way you look at me,” she says, her voice breaking.
I don’t know what to say to that.
“Just hold me, Rex,” she pleads.
And I do.
I hold her, without asking any more than that. No questions, no demands, no discussion of what will come tomorrow.
And when she turns to me in the middle of the night, tears on her face, and presses her lips to mine…
I kiss her, hard and hungry. I strip her clothes off and explore her body with my lips and teeth and tongue, making her wet, making her moan. Her taste is incredible, the feel of her rocking her hips against my mouth, her fingers burying in my hair. The sound of her crying my name over and over, unable to control herself.
When she comes, it’s like lightning crackling through my veins, knowing I did that. I made her feel that way. I earned my name on her lips.
As she relaxes in my arms once more, her body limp from the after-effects of her pleasure, I whisper in her ear.
“You’re going to be mine, Kitten. I’m going to have all of you.”
She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t resist either.
Closer, I can tell I’m getting closer. Wearing her down.
It’ll have to do for now, I suppose.
12
Kit
I wake to flowers on the bedside table.
Shit, I’m in Rex’s bed. And he’s put fresh flowers on the table, for me.
Shit.
When I finally muster the will to get up, he’s nowhere to be found. Nor does he return, not for hours. I have nothing on my schedule, so I spend the day pampering myself. I do a conditioning treatment on my hair, put on a face mask, exfoliate and polish and buff away everything that can be banished.
I pull out a new razor and some coconut oil, then stop.
Am I about to shave… down there?
Am I doing it because I know I want to be with Rex?
Then, I am so fucked.
I do it anyway, shaving myself clean and smooth. I guess, in a way, I’ve accepted that I’m going to sleep with Rex again. Trying to stay away from him is killing me.
I’ve transformed from Persephone, trapped against her will by Hades, to Aphrodite desperately chasing her Adonis.
Worse, just thinking about the descent into Rex’s arms excites me.
By the time Rex returns, I’m a nervous mess, a spider snared tight in a web of my own making. I am so frightened about everything, the secrets that lie between us and the threat of scandal that may break at any moment.
I’ve come to realize that if I start talking first, I’ll unravel and tell Rex everything, even the reason I ran away to the States.
That can’t happen. There will be no coming back from that.
And I know there is no future, that falling into Rex’s bed can’t mean anything. It won’t ever lead anywhere.
But my whole world is spinning, burning, falling apart.
I want just this one thing, an anchor to cling to, a familiar comfort with someone who will give me what I need without taking too much from me.
I want him.
I check my reflection one more time before I leave my room. I’m wearing this floor-length red negligee that’s completely see-through… and nothing else. I leave my hair down, brushed till it shines like gentle waves of spun gold.
My heart pounds as I do my best to saunter into the living room, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. Rex is in the kitchen flipping through a stack of mail, head down, and it takes him a full thirty seconds to look up and notice me.
When he does, he drops the mail on the floor, his mouth opening in surprise.
“Fucking hell, Kitten,” he says, his eyes roving up and down my body.
I smile.
“I’m glad you’re back,” I say, biting my lip.
“I— me too?” he says, looking me up and down. “Why are you so… naked?”
“Don’t you like my negligee?” I ask, turning around so that he can see it from the back. I look over my shoulder, playing coy. “I wore it just for you.”
“Jesus, I don’t even know where to look first,” he says, his eyes roving up and down my body.
Rex looks so genuinely overwhelmed that I have to suppress a laugh.
“Come sit with me,” I say, beckoning as I slink over to the low leather couch and kneel at one end.
Rex rips at his tie, yanking it off and tossing it aside as he enters the living room. He toes off his shoes as well, then settles next to me on the couch.
“This is a nice surprise,” he admits, putting an arm around me and trailing a fingertip down my bare shoulder. “Any particular reason you’re tormenting me today?”
I shiver and give him a wicked smile. He runs his fingertip under the thin strap on my shoulder, then tugs it down slowly, slowly.
“Well, I thought things over…” I begin.
He shifts and pulls me onto his lap, pressing his lips to my collarbone. I lose my thought and trail off, looking at him.
When he glances up, his eyes are dark as the sea in a storm. “Don’t stop on my account,” he teases, the corners of his mouth tipping up in a way that makes me ache.
I suck in a deep breath, trying to remember what I wanted to say.
“This is nice,” he says, cupping one of my breasts. “Very practical for all my needs, I should say.”
He runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple, hardening it instantly.
“Mmm,” is my agreement.
Rex shifts me again so that I’m straddling his lap on the couch. He runs two fingertips from the base of my throat down between my breasts, down and down until he presses his whole hand against my mons.
“I do like this. You should wear this every day,” he says, his fingertips pressing inward until they brush my damp lower lips.
“Rex!” I try to protest, but it comes out as a groan.
“Le
t’s just…” he murmurs.
His hands come back up to tease the strap off my other shoulder, and then he tugs the negligee down to bare my breasts.
They’re full and aching, the lush peaks pebbled and sensitive.
“Mmmm, Kitten. I swear, you have the finest tits I’ve ever seen,” Rex tells me, lifting both creamy mounds with his big hands.
He’s got a light shadow of stubble on his chin after being gone all day. He brushes his chin over the very tip of my nipple, sending ripples of heat low into my body.
“Mmm,” he says as he kisses my nipple. His tongue flicks out to tease me; he’s watching my face as he sucks my nipple in his mouth, drawing on me in long pulls.
I groan and rock my hips against his, my fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt. When he releases me, I sigh with disappointment.
“Now, now,” he says with a smirk. “I’m not done with you. Not nearly.”
He lifts me up for a moment to shuck his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxer briefs and me in… well, half a negligee.
The lingerie is already rucked up around my hips, basically just covering my belly now. Rex pulls it up over my head and tosses it aside.
He thrusts up and pulls me down against him, so that my damp heat is cradling his fierce, thick erection, and we both groan.
“That’s the ticket,” he says, biting his lip as he pushes my hair back over my shoulder. “I love the sounds you make, Kitten. The way you moan when I use my cock properly, especially when you’re about to come all over it.”
I blush, but he rolls his hips against me again and I can’t help myself. I want him. I want him to fill me and stretch me, give me everything he’s got until my eyes roll back in my head with it.
I realize I’ve closed my eyes and begun to rock against him. When I look down at him again, he looks… hungry.
He pulls me down for a kiss, then surprises me by lifting me off his lap and settling me on the couch.
“One second,” he says, getting up and jogging to his bedroom. When he returns with a gleaming foil packet, I’m bowled over.
“A condom!” I say, a huge grin spreading over my face.
For some reason, that’s the bit that gives me butterflies. He’s taking care of me, the way he’s supposed to.
Rex gives me an odd look, but doesn’t pursue it. Instead he shoves his boxer briefs down, giving me a nice long look.
“Go ahead then, look your fill, Kitten.”
I snort. He takes his same spot on the couch and drags me back onto his lap. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, hips to hips.
I can feel his cock lying long and thick against my belly. Rex reaches between us and takes his cock in his hand, giving himself a long stroke, then brings my hand in to do the same.
I caress him and explore him at once, my fingers curling around him, discovering the way his cock feels like silk stretched over steel.
He closes his eyes, his breathing going harsh. I watch him as I try different strokes. Faster, slower, firmer. When he tenses and moans, I feel powerful.
It’s over almost before it’s started, though.
“Easy, Kitten,” he says, pulling my hands away. “I’m going to come in your hand if you don’t slow down.”
I pout. “I wasn’t finished!”
“Mmmm. Lucky for you, I think I have something even better,” he says.
I arch a brow and smirk.
“You really are quite cocky, aren’t you?” I ask.
He growls and picks me up, carrying me toward the bedroom.
“I liked the couch!” I protest, just to be difficult.
“You’re going to like this better,” he promises me. Instead of throwing me on the bed, he carries me into the shower.
“Hold this,” he says, handing me the condom. “You’re in charge of that.”
He turns the hot water on, and it immediately begins steaming up his enormous stone-and-glass shower.
“Shower sex?” I ask, wrinkling my nose.
“I’ve never had you in a shower,” he says with a wink.
He ushers me in, and I move under the heated water. There are multiple shower heads, and it seems like it’s raining down on us from every direction.
Rex backs me up against the wall, kissing my shoulder, squeezing my breast.
Then he drops to his knees before me, lifting my leg over his shoulder.
“Rex!” I say, but he presses his lips straight to my clit in a gentle kiss. Then, “oh!”
He hums against my sensitive flesh, devouring me in a thousand tiny kisses, his tongue swirling my clit in soft circles.
Until I’m clutching his head, fingers buried in his hair, crying out again and again.
The water rolls down my body, heating me unbearably and the stone wall is cold against my back.
I know nothing but Rex, but the feel of his mouth against my most sensitive flesh.
“Please, Rex! Please!”
Begging him to complete me, begging him to make me come. I am heavy, and full, and aching with the need for more.
But he just teases me, drawing me to the edge again and again, until I think I’m going to die of it.
He pulls back.
“You want to come?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I utter, no shame left in me.
“Good,” he says, standing and turning the water off. “Come get it, then.”
He leaves me to follow him, openmouthed and gasping for breath. When I walk into the bedroom, he’s on his back on the bed. Cock in hand, watching my every move.
Waiting for me.
“Come on, Kitten,” he says. Teasing, provoking. “Come take what you want, darling.”
I shiver as I climb onto the bed and crawl up to straddle him. I kiss him, but I can tell he’s focused on my hand curling around his cock.
I produce the condom and he helps me roll it down his length, which I find very sexy.
We kiss again, and I have this moment of pure excitement.
This is it.
“Yes, yes,” he urges as I position the thick head of his cock at my entrance.
When I slowly press down, taking him deep into my slick heat, he groans.
“Fuck, Kit,” he says, gripping my hips. “That’s it, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good.”
Emboldened, I slowly begin to rock back and forth, slide up and down.
Rex’s brow furrows, his body tense. Already, I can tell that he wants more, faster, but he’s holding himself in check.
“Am I doing this right?” I ask, losing my nerve.
Rex grabs my hips and keeps me moving in the same slow pace, looking up at me with a near predatory gleam in his eyes.
“All I want in the world is to feel you when you make yourself come,” he whispers.
Heat blooms low in my body again at that. My breasts tighten, my skin tingles.
“That’s right, honey,” he says, rolling his hips with mine as I find a rhythm. “Make yourself feel good. Touch your clit, if you want.”
I do want. I lick my fingertips and press them to my aching clit as I take Rex faster, harder, longer. He fills me so perfectly, and as I move over him I’m hitting all the right spots, all the places that ache so deeply.
My fingers on my clit bring me closer, closer. I feel impossibly hot, impossibly tight. Rex is whispering all the right things, filthy things that make me feel wild.
“Yes, yes,” he says, thrusting up into me.
And then I roll over the peak. I slam into this wall and burst into flame, crying out and clawing at Rex’s chest as he grips my hips and fucks me while I come.
I’m falling, falling, for the longest time.
I open my eyes and gasp, realizing that I forgot to breathe for a second.
Too soon, Rex is pulling out.
But instead of collapsing beside me, he turns me onto my hands and knees. He hasn’t come, I realize. He was doing all of that for me.
What he does for him, though…
He spreads my kne
es, enters me from behind, and fucks me harder than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m wet and hot for him, so I can take anything he dishes out.
Which is good, because he’s nothing short of brutal. His fingers dig into my hips as he plows into me, pressing my knees back together so that I’m almost too tight against him.
There’s no dirty talk now, no funny thoughts in my head. There’s just me and Rex, his harsh breathing as he takes me in punishing strokes, fills me completely and utterly until there’s no room for anything else in my world.
He presses my breasts down to the mattress, leaving my ass up in the air. The angle changes something for me, takes everything just a hair deeper.
Soon each stroke is taking my breath away and making my mind go blank. Filling me with pleasure, while emptying my mind. My soul.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m screaming his name, gripping the sheets. I feel myself peak again, feel the hot gush as I come all over his cock, hard and pulsing.
I’m too far gone to really know what’s happening in my body, drowning in sensation.
But when Rex jerks and folds against my back, bellowing my name against my sweat-slick flesh, it’s a pure moment for me.
Bliss.
There are no other words for it, none that I know anyway.
Rex and I crumple as one, melting onto the bed, unable to support ourselves for another second.
We lie there, desperately trying to breathe, weakened by the sheer power and purity of what just passed between us.
Two things occur to me, lying beside Rex in that moment.
One, I’m not sorry that I did this.
And two, I want more.
I turn and press my lips to Rex’s and catch his expression. We don’t speak, but he nods to me.
He feels it, too.
This feeling, this incredible high, I want it again.
And again, and again.
I never want it to end…
13
Kit
Fourteen missed calls from Mum.
Interesting.
Rex and I have been buried in each other for a week, barely surfacing to eat and shower.
Well, the shower part is a little less odious, considering that we’ve been doing it together.
