Kyle lifted his head, frowning in thought as he looked ahead.
Was it even worth it? He asked himself, even as he poured one last shot of whiskey.
After taking his last drink, he dropped the glass in the sink, then headed back down the hallway to his bedroom.
She was still on the bed when he entered, silent as a mouse, and her back was still turned to him.
Kyle stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, and immediately began removing his clothes. He shed his shirt, his pants, his shoes, and his socks, tossing them all aside before walking over to his side of the bed …
~*~
Reanna sniffled, wiping her teary eyes as she tried her best to ignore him.
She didn’t want to talk to him. She didn’t even want to look at him, for fear that it’d break her resolve.
She was angry with him. And even more angry with herself, for being angry with him for all the wrong reasons.
She didn’t know!
Dear God, what was wrong with her? She should be running right now! A man was murdered for Christ sakes. Why wasn’t she freaked out? She should have been shaking, or calling the cops, or waving a knife at Kyle’s face telling him to get away from her, and fearing for her life. But after he’d told her what had happened, after he’d admitted what he’d done, then shrugged like it was nothing, all Reanna had thought was ‘Seriously’.
After she’d opened up to him. Told him how she felt about death. Asked him to accept her the way she accepted him. Then begged him not to kill Braden because it would compromise her trust in him, he basically just gave her a big ‘fuck you’ then did whatever he wanted to do in the first place!
Asshole!
Reanna didn’t give a shit about Braden … A part of her even thought it was sweet that Kyle wanted Braden dead for what he did.
Which was fucked-up on so many levels, yes! But she already knew that, and she planned on questioning her own humanity later.
But even still! Kyle totally disregarded her feelings, lied to her about accepting her for who she was, then just shrugged it off as if it was nothing. As if he didn’t just slap her in the face, as if he didn’t just hurt her stupid feelings.
He was an asshole! Reanna thought, suddenly burying her face in the pillow as her weeping began once again. Her fiancé was a gorgeous, crazy, homicidal, clueless asshole.
The jerk still thought she was only mad because he’d killed Braden, which, yeah, she was. Even though she knew he wasn’t the one that had done it personally, she knew him well enough to know that he’d already done it in his mind.
The asshole.
“Baby,” she heard him whisper behind her, right before the bed dipped in, and he got under their comforter. “Baby … are you still awake?”
Pulling her face back from her pillow, Reanna scooted away from him more, scowling at the air in front of her.
She wasn’t talking to him. He’d already further proved how much he could care less about her feelings when he’d yelled ‘fuck this’, slammed the door, and left her in the bedroom alone. He could just go back to the living room for all she cared. She would not be saying a word to him. Not even if he begged her to.
“Reanna, baby … please,” he begged. “Don’t go to sleep angry. Let’s talk. You love talking.”
When she felt his hand ease up the curve of her hip, she hit it away.
“Don’t touch!” she yelled, scooting further away from him.
But, of course, that didn’t stop the jerk. It wasn’t even a second later before his hand was easing up her hip again.
“Baby—”
“No!” she snapped, hitting it away.
“Stop it, Reanna!” he shouted at her. “We’re making up!”
Reanna turned on her back, hitting and kicking his hands away from her. “I don’t want to make up with you, Kyle!” she screamed. “Get out! Go back to the couch!”
“I’m not sleeping on the couch, Reanna!”
“Then go sleep outside for all I care—Ahh!”
Reanna’s startled, high-pitched scream rang out when Kyle shot up, snatched her ankles, and yanked her forward, trapping her beneath him.
“Son of a bitch!” Reanna smacked him right across his face. “Stop using your strength against me, you monster!”
Kyle caught her swinging arms with so little effort that it annoyed her, then pinned them above her head.
“Let me go!”
“Goddammit, Reanna! Would you stop it?” he yelled. “When the fuck did you become so fucking violent!”
“Around the time when you became so fucking inconsiderate!” she spat.
“I consider you,” he argued. “I consider you all the fucking time!”
“Yeah, except when you want to kill somebody that I asked you not to fucking kill!” she shot back.
Kyle groaned what Reanna knew was a slew of Italian curse words, before pinning her back down when she attempted to squirm out of his grasp. “Would you give it a fucking rest, Rea? I told you I didn’t pull the goddamn trigger!”
“But you were going to!” she shouted. “And that’s the goddamn problem, Kyle!”
“So the fuck what, Reanna!” he snapped, the sharpness of his tone making her flinch. “Yes! I admit it!”
Reanna’s eyes widened at the amount of rage she saw painted across his face. He was almost … unrecognizable for a moment, and she swore his eyes were glowing. It was like a … switch went off in him or something, and there was like this actual monster staring down at her. It was … well … Reanna didn’t really know how to explain it. All she could do was lie beneath him, her arms still pinned above her head while she attempted to control her breathing and follow every word roared at her.
“Yes, I was going to fucking kill him!” he shouted, his tone so forceful it felt as if his voice shook the entire room. “I was going to gut him, then hang his bitch ass off the top of the goddamn building! That doesn’t mean I don’t respect you, Reanna. I fucking respect you. It doesn’t mean I don’t care about your feelings. I love your fucking feelings. It doesn’t mean I don’t consider you. I consider you too damn much. I love you too damn much, which is why I’ll kill any motherfucker that ever dare put his fucking hands on you.” He released one of her arms, then slammed his fist into the bed, eliciting a surprised squeal from Reanna as her hand shot to her mouth. “News fucking flash!” he roared. “If a motherfucker doesn’t want to die a gruesome fucking death, don’t fuck with me, don’t fuck with my family, and don’t put your goddamn hands on my fucking wife!”
He released her other arm, and shot up to sit on his heels.
“There!” he yelled, throwing the comforter back from him. “That’s the fucking truth. You happy?”
Oh God, yes!
Reanna attacked him.
She shot up, threw her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her, then slammed her mouth against his in a kiss that set her whole body on fire.
Kyle didn’t seem surprised at all; it was like he’d felt it too. It’d been like a volt of passion that shot through her body, then sent her catapulting into his strong, dangerously muscular arms.
Oh my God.
Reanna couldn’t control herself! She couldn’t calm her overheated body, nor could she take the painful throbbing between her legs. She was so freaking hot. Hot, like, sweating hot. It felt like her blood was boiling underneath the surface of her skin. And her pussy; she was soaking wet! She needed him inside her, now. She was positive that if she didn’t have him in the next few seconds, she’d scream from the torture of her painful arousal.
Seeming to pick up on her torture, Kyle gripped her thighs, yanking her back beneath him. Then he practically ripped the shirt covering her, over her head. Reanna hadn’t even noticed. She was too busy clawing at Kyle’s briefs, trying desperately to get the beautifully large bulge that her body was aching for, out of that fabric, and deep inside her where she needed it to be. Kyle helped her, and she nearly shouted for joy. Before she could
even take another breath, he’d ripped away his shorts, positioned himself at her opening, then plunged deep inside of her.
The gasp of air that filled Reanna’s lungs had her mouth forming the perfect O, her back arching off of the bed, and her eyes rolling straight to the back of her head.
Sensation.
Like all freaking caps, sensation. So much of it that she almost passed out; it shot through her body like a force of freaking wind.
“Oh fuck!”
Holy fuck would have been more like it. Kyle had already started pounding into her, his thrust so strong, so hard, so fucking incredible.
Reanna was screaming ‘Oh God!’ over and over again, and Kyle was doing the same, the overload of sensation shocking their nerves and sending them drifting into a glorious state of pure madness. Kyle dug his fingers into her inner thigh, spreading her legs wider as his hips pumped into her at a sinfully delicious pace. The act only intensified Reanna’s pleasure, making her desperately grab for something, anything to grasp on to while she cried out for more.
More! God, she needed more.
Closing her eyes, she reached above her head, gripping on to what felt like a table; she didn’t know, but she pulled it down, sending it, and whatever was on it crashing to the floor behind the bed.
Kyle gripped onto her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Open your eyes,” he commanded, his tone harsh.
Reanna complied immediately, begging him not to stop. And, thank God, he didn’t.
Glowing blue eyes boring into hers, his thrust slowed, but intensified in force.
Over and over he pumped into her, grinding his hips with each heavy thrust.
Reanna gasped, her hands shooting up as she caught his face between her palms.
“Oh shit.” She was coming. “Oh shit, Kyle. Yes, fuck me!”
She was crying the words, the buildup of her orgasm lasting too long. It just kept building, and building, and building until it reached the point of painful. She’d thought it would never end, but Kyle changed the angle of his hips, delivering one last thrust that sent her flying.
She screamed.
Yes, screamed. Like high-pitched, scary movie screamed.
That was the only way to react to an orgasm that tore through your body like a fucking tsunami.
“Oh my God, Kyle. Yes,” she cried, clinging to him like her life depended on it.
God, she was pretty sure he was coming too, but she couldn’t hear anything. She was riding out this orgasm like it was never-ending, her hips desperately grinding against him.
When she finally came back to earth, from wherever the hell she’d gone, she fell back on the bed.
Holy shit …
No words, she thought, shaking her head. Just no freaking words.
She was covered in sweat; they both were as Kyle rolled off of her. Lying next to each other so amazingly spent, their heavy breathing the only sound filling the space around them, they both smiled.
“Holy shit,” Kyle breathed, stretching his long arms above his head. “Holy fucking shit, baby.”
Reanna laughed, bringing her hands up to cover her face. “Oh my God!” she groaned, behind her palms.
That was … amazing.
Reanna had never thought herself a passionate person— not like that at least— but it seemed like maybe she’d just … never been in love before. Because with Kyle, there was honestly nothing but this raw intoxicating passion that took her breath away every time they were in the same room together.
The yelling, the violence, the sex, the spontaneous weekend getaways; the everything with them. It was … exciting. More exciting, more magical than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.
Kyle’s arm went over her waist as he pulled her to him, making her laugh harder.
“Kyle,” she laughed, throwing her arms around his neck.
She hooked her leg at his side, bringing herself flush against him right as he leaned forward and kissed her deeply.
Moaning, Reanna pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and kissing him deeper. He chuckled against her mouth, but his lips never left hers. He just slapped both cheeks of her ass with his palms, then gave her generous behind a nice squeeze.
Reanna squealed against his mouth, pulling back from his lips with a giggle. “Stop spanking my ass, you savage.”
He slapped her ass again, sending her in a fit of laughter. Leaning toward her once more, he silenced her laughter with a slow, lingering kiss.
Reanna moaned again when he pulled back, laying his head back on the pillow beneath him, a sly smile playing on his lips. “I thought we already established that your ass is mine, colomba.”
Smiling wide, Reanna leaned forward. “You’re nasty.” She gave him a quick kiss on his lips.
When he nipped at her bottom lip, she laughed, pushing him back as she caught it between her teeth.
“So are you,” he teased.
And Reanna nodded in agreement. She was nasty … well, at least with him she was.
“Should we mark this day on a calendar or something?” she asked him, pushing herself up to sitting position on top of him. “We made it through our first fight,” she smiled. “This is a milestone in our relationship.”
A small smile played on his lips as his hands moved from her behind to sit at the curve of her waist.
“That depends,” he said, lifting his gorgeous bedroom eyes to hers. “Is all forgiven?”
Once again, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, Reanna nodded.
Yes. She forgave him.
She was too damn weak to hold a grudge with Kyle. She loved him too much.
“Then, yes,” he sighed, gently pushing her back a bit until her behind brushed against his erection. “This is definitely a cause for celebration.”
Reanna gasped softly as that familiar volt of passion made its way back into her system, surprising her as it slowly pushed her body back into over drive.
She had no idea how he did this to her. Push her from zero to 160 in a matter of seconds, but she didn’t care to figure it out. She just wanted to enjoy it.
Right now.
Lifting herself, she maneuvered their bodies until she had him positioned perfectly, and she slipped him inside of her.
“Oh,” she moaned, bringing one of his strong hands up to her breast, then gasping when he squeezed.
She leaned down, kissing him deeply while she rode him, and ground her hips in a circular motion on top of him.
“So was that it?” she asked him in a breathless whisper, once their lips parted. “Was that what you were upset about?”
Moaning again, when a rush of sensation shot through her body, she fought to refocus, looking into his eyes as she finished her question.
He looked as if he were trying to focus too, his eyes fighting to remain open and connected to hers, even as his hands moved to control the motion of her hips.
“God,” he moaned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, colomba.”
“Your phone calls,” she clarified in a cry. “You were upset … there was something wrong …” she moaned once more. “Was it because of what happened with Braden?”
~*~
Kyle’s brows furrowed, even as he fought off the urge to succumb to the rush of sensation flowing through his body.
Reanna sat up on top of him, and balanced her hands on his chest.
“Oh,” she cried out, her hips moving back and forth at a faster pace. “Answer me …”
Kyle bit down on his bottom lip, his hand gripping her hips to help her move. “Shit!” he breathed.
No. He wasn’t fucking answering her. He was trying to forget. This was helping him forget that his fucking birth mother was attempting to bombard her way into his new life.
He had to forget.
Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the intense sensation shooting through his entire body.
“Fuck, baby!”
His muscles tensed as he struggled to let he
r keep control. He wanted to turn her over, slam into her pussy until they both came, but he didn’t. He let her keep going, and reveled in how good it felt to have her riding him.
She was close. Man, he could feel it. The walls of her pussy were pulsing around him, and she’d already progressed to screaming out his name.
And Kyle was close to, he was guessing a bit closer so he needed to speed up her pace a bit. She was almost there anyway; she just needed one last push.
So, reaching forward, Kyle pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it while he delivered one upward thrust of his hips.
That did them both in.
Kyle swore orgasms with Reanna were the best he’d ever had. They never failed to render him nearly motionless, fucking speechless until the spasms released him, usually sending him falling back into a fight to catch his breath.
This time was no different.
He’d managed to bite down on his lip this time, the noise coming from his mouth sounding like something in-between a grunt and a growl. He had no fucking idea, but his eyes were glued to Reanna’s full, bucking hips, and he swore just the sight of it made him come harder.
Once it passed, and their bodies calmed, Kyle laid back, immediately beginning the fight of catching his breath. Reanna laid down on his chest, then lifted her head to look into his eyes.
He saw the question in there before she even spoke, and the last thing he’d felt like doing after they’d just made up after a fight, was lie to her.
So he kissed her, silencing her thoughts, as he turned her on her back, and made love to her again.
He was not telling her. Not telling her that his birth mother was in this city. He refused. She didn’t need to deal with his shit; he could handle it.
He was fine.
Kyle was fine.
He just needed to get through the first night, is all. He could do that without losing his shit. He just needed to focus on the good things in his life now. His family.
He was fine …
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