by KT Strange
I wouldn't talk to him about the record label. My brain stutters for a second. I'd be glad I said. He doesn't deserve to have his ego shattered just because you're a jerk. Ever it turns to me. Looking his lower lip. I said, What would you do not how would you feel. He comments softly, his eyes glinting dangerously he sets his whiskey down and shifts across the seat. Reaching for me. That's when I realized what he means. Come here. He says, and spreads his legs, my gaze drops between his legs. And I can see the bulge of his cock against his pants. I don't think so.
I reply. I'm fine over here. He lets out of breath, slow and unsteady.
“Yes, you really are,” he comments. And I don't think he's talking to me. He's talking to himself. He moves fast like a wolf. And he's on me, pinning me against the back of the seat.
He’s got two hands up my dress, his finger stroking over me through my panties, and I panted hotly, air escaping my mouth in a moan.
“You’re mine,” he mutters, yanking my panties to the side, and I cry out as his fingers slid inside me, two of them, with no warning. The stretch is intense and bordering on painful, and he shoves my dress up over my stomach, pulling me down along the leather seats. I slide, trapped in his embrace as his mouth ghosts over my pussy, tongue flicking over me.
“Oh god,” I try to grab onto the leather seats but he bites into my thigh.
“Hands on my head,” he says, “keep me right where you need me. I want to feel how bad you need it.”
My fingers shake as I lace them through his hair and his mouth returns, tonguing at my clit until I press down, doing exactly what he asks.
Keeping him right here, between my thighs, his fingers working in and out of me, curving up and taunting me. The sensations are so intense that I’m shuddering toward an intense orgasm that’s about to steal all my breath away.
And then he bites, lightly, teeth a counterpoint of pain that makes my thighs wrap hard around his shoulders, and I scream.
It’s too much. It shoves me right over into that threatening orgasm, and he slides a third finger inside of me just as I start coming around him.
“That’s right,” he whispers into my skin, and how is it tat I can hear him at the same time as the world whites out? “All mine.”
The warmth ripples through my body, the sharp peak of it finally ebbing, and his fingers ease from me. He laughs, a short bark of sound and I look down. His hand is soaked wet, and he smirks at me.
“Nobody ever made you come so hard like that, did they?” He asks, and my cheeks burn. He adjusts my panties over my wet, swollen skin and pats it. I squirm, the sensation too much.
“You don’t tell Kai what I did to you,” he says, ghosting his fingers over my lower lip, the bruised skin swollen from kisses. “I want to be the one to tell him that I fucked you so hard you nearly passed out in my limo. I want him to know that your best orgasms are mine.” His eyes flicker with amusement and I swallow, and shift away.
He really is… a monster.
Fourteen
Olivia
I stare up at his door, feeling uncertain. Last night is still raw on my skin like a bruise. I lift my hands and knock and then immediately regret it but I have to see him. I feel like he's going to smell Everett on my skin. But I need to bury myself against him, and cry out the after effects of last night. I don't remember what happened. My last memory is Vince laying me down on my bed, and I woke up this morning covered up, still in my dress from the night before. It's not like Vince left me a note. There's no answer and I turn away just as the door opens.
"Liv, hey," Kai says, sounding surprised.
Behind him, there's a shriek of joy. And I turned to look. He gives me a sheepish smile. He's just in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, bare feet. But he looks happy to see me.
"The noise is coming from two kids," he grinds again. "I have company," he says, "Do you want to come in?"
"Yeah, sure," I say and he gestures.
I followed him into the apartment and I got a better look at the two children who are chasing each other around. Girl, older and a boy younger, both under the age of 10. They've got glossy chestnut hair and when the girl looks over at me, and the boy stops running to stare, two identical sets of green eyes glow with excitement.
"Who's that?" says the boy, blurting it out like kids do.
"Uncle Kai," the girl asks uncertain. She puts her hands behind her back, and swings back, swings from side to side. Kai claps a hand on my shoulder, as he shuts the door.
"This is Olivia and she lives in the tower with us." The girl's eyes widened.
"Is she a princess?" she asks.
Kai laughs, glances at me.
I shake my head, "Hardly, but I know how to throw a good tea party."
The girl lights up and then the pleading starts.
"A tea party, that's the only thing that we'll do now," and even the boy is getting in on it.
Although he keeps asking what kind of cookies we'll serve and I think it has something more to do with chocolate than having a tea party.
"This is Rose," Kai says, as they follow us into the kitchen and he reaches the cupboards.
Someone's obviously done his shopping for him too because they're filled to the bursting with food that I know he didn't pick out for himself. Just one of the perks of living in the tower, I guess. I explore the fridge.
"And this is Turner," Kai motions to the boy who pops up beside me, staring into the fridge from under my arm.
"Are there cookies in here?" he asks.
I laugh, "Probably not, the cupboards would be more likely." Turner, wrinkles his nose.
"Mommy keeps her cookies in the fridge," he says.
And when I look at Kai, he mouths, "Pot edibles," at me, make sense. I'm not allowed to eat those though.
"And where's your mommy?" I asked him, glancing there Kai.
"She's talking to our other uncle," Rose says, with the solemnity of a child who's used to being the older sibling. "Turner's too loud, so we had to come here."
"I am not," Turner argues.
"Found the cookies," Kai says, pulling out a crinkly package of Oreos.
Turner is all grabby hands as he takes the package from Kai and runs out of the room.
"Do you want to help me make the tea?" I asked Rose.
She's beautiful and I know she's going to be in a lot of trouble when she grows up. Beautiful women always are. She nods and Kai leaves us to it, saying something about having to make sure Turner doesn't destroy everything. I'm not sure how I got roped into this tea making party but I'm not against it. It's kind of nice even. I look over the partition, to where Kai is having a tickle fight with Turner, trying to recover the entire packet of cookies and Rose says something so quietly I can barely hear her.
"What was that?" I ask.
"Are you our Auntie now since you live here like Uncle Vince, and Uncle Kai?" "They're not really our uncle's you know," she says, in a whisper like it's a secret. "Only uncle Everett is."
That's news to me. I didn't know Everett had a sibling, let alone a sister who had kids. I guess I should have asked him, at some point last night in between him being a jerk and eating me out in the limo. My mind reels back from that memory because I'm standing next to a child and I don't want to start blushing.
"I'm not sure," I tell her as honestly as I can. "I don't really know what I am."
She nods, "I think that's a problem most adults have," she says, and I laugh surprised at the unexpected wisdom coming from a child.
"Tea's ready," I tell her as the kettle boils. "Why don't you go in and see if you can get some cookies for us."
She sighs happily, "Mom's always too busy," she says, "And Uncle Everett doesn't know how to do tea, he just likes coffee."
She makes a face like that's the grossest thing in the world to her.
"Coffee is all right," I say, "But tea is better." "What about your grandparents?"
My curiosity suddenly piqued remembering Everett's comment from the
night before that I'd never meet his parents.
She shrugs, "Dad's parents are too busy too, they live in England and mom doesn't have parents anymore."
Somehow I'm not surprised, so he's an orphan. Looks like Everett Layton is part of the dead parents club just like me. I have to laugh internally. No wonder he said I'd never met his parents. It wasn't meant to be an insult, it was just the truth.
"Do you think if I gave you a tray with some mugs on it you could carry it into the living room?" I asked her.
She nods enthusiastically, and I load her up before bringing the kettle with me. As I sat on the floor around the coffee table, I noticed that Kai's apartment is decorated differently from mine. It's all steel blues, denims, grays, with a dark leather couch, unlike the white leather in min.
"They'll just be here for a little bit longer," Kai says to me under his breath as I sit down next to him.
"It's fine," I say, "I dropped in on you and I'm sorry about that."
He watches me carefully as I pour the tea. Turner and Rose are talking to each other, and Kai has turned the TV on to distract them. Their attention wavers in and out from us, to the TV behind them.
"How is your event with Everett?" he asks.
Little flashes of Everett's head between my legs, the silk of his hair in my fingers, the hateful way he looked at me. All of it swirls around inside my mind. I don't know what to tell him, I just shake my head and said,
"It was alright. Confusing, I guess. I don't know why he invited me."
Kai lets out a half of a laugh.
“I think he's just trying to get you on his side," he says.
And then he edges closer to me. His fingers brushed against mine, where my hands are resting on the carpet and I glanced at him. The electric shock up my arm sends me in a shiver.
"I only matter until the merger,” I say.
Kai says, "You really haven't been paying any attention, have you? Without you, there is no merger and I'm honestly not sure that it's going to be any good for the company, not that I give a shit."
That's when I remember what Everett had said about the record label, how it would destroy Kai if he knew and I wonder if that was bullshit. Maybe Kai does know the label is owned by Arion. He's smiling at me though and I'm not sure if now's the time to bring it up, especially with kids in the room. It feels like I'm holding all of these secrets inside of me and they're going to burst out if I'm not careful. He's getting closer. That grin on his face, turning soft into something else.
"I can't stop thinking about that night," he says. "Normally, I fucking forget but I can't. Not this time. What is it about you?" He shakes his head. "I don't understand it but I'm okay with it."
He drags his fingertips up over the back of my hand up my arm and I can't help but shiver. I'm about to tell him to stop when there's a knock at the door, and both kids shriek. Kai gets to his feet immediately.
"Wait right here," he says. "Come on kids."
There's a second impatient knock and he goes to the door and answers it. The kids race out before he can say anything and they're wrapping their arms around a female figure obscured behind Kai and his broad shoulders. I can hear her asking how they were and Kai telling her everything was fine and that he'll catch up with her later. And then the door is closing, locking and he's turning around to look at me. There's something in his expression that I can't place and when he walks towards me it's like I'm being stalked. I can't move, pin to where I am, leaning up against the couch, sitting on the floor. When he gets to me, he offers me his hand and I lift mine up without thinking. He pulls me to my feet and when I go to free myself from his grip he doesn't let go.
"Come here," he says, pulling me in against his chest.
I can't even fight it. I can't even say no. I don't want to. He kisses me rough and hungry and if his hands hadn't come down to wrap around my hips, I would have stumbled backward. It takes me away for a moment but when he stops to catch his breath I brought right back to the last night, and the secrets I'm keeping from him, not just of the record label which is huge and heavy and weighs in the back of my mind but Everett touching me, kissing me, making me come on his mouth.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
Eyes searching my face. He can tell, he can see it on me. I'm not right. I'm shaken. My whole world is turned upside down.
"Everett," I say.
Kai's brow furrows and then he lets out an annoyed breath of air.
"He touched you?" he asks.
I nod, "Yeah."
He smirks, "Where?"
My cheeks flush, "I don't want to say."
His hands dragged down my hips, slide over my thighs, one hand pressing over my belly, moves down lower, and my whole body is burning up.
"Right here?" he asks, rubbing over the crotch of my jeans. I mourn and jerk forward.
"Yeah," I say, not able to get out more than a single syllable.
"His fingers?" he asks. I hesitate. "His mouth?" he growls.
And that's when he cuffs me tight, his fingers digging up into me through the denim and my panties. I can feel them pressing inside me. It's a dull blunt pleasure that's almost too much, and I squirm.
"There's only one thing to do about that," he says.
And he lets go all of a sudden, bending down and swooping me up into his arms. I cry out as the world shifts sideways and his arms are like two brackets, warm and tight taking me with him.
"Bedroom now,” he demands and walks me along down the hall.
And then to a room that's steeped in shadows, blackout curtains are pulled and there's a large king sized bed with grey sheets, silk, by the look of them.
I sprawl out on it, and he pulls his shirt off from behind his head, tossing it to the side. His skin is smooth and rippled over his muscles and he jerks his head toward me.
“Show me. Where he touched you.”
I gulp and squirm out of my jeans, and he hooks his fingers in my panties before I can stop him. He drags the soft cotton down my thighs and wraps a hand around my wrist, pulling my fingers between my legs.
“Right now, Liv,” he says, his eyes half-lidded and furious. He’s hard in his jeans and he’s glaring down at me, but I know it’s not me he’s mad at.
The air in the room is cold across my pussy and I tease my fingers between my folds, my skin sensitive and still raw from where Ev overworked me.
“I’m going to fuck you until you don’t even know his name,” he whispers, guiding my wrist, pressing my fingers in hard against me. I moan and buck up, trying to get more. “Fuck, Olivia-“
He groans and his jeans hit the ground, his boxers following. He’s over me, his hand rucking up my shirt, fingers dragging over my stomach as he presses into my thighs.
I let them slide apart for him, and he kisses the side of my neck, biting there. I cry out, arching into him, his cock sliding into me between my fingers as I hold myself open for him. The sudden flare of anxiety hits me.
He didn’t use a condom, but he kisses me, stealing any protest I could’ve made.
Kai straightens my shirt, and slowly, gently, zips up my jeans.
“You good?” he murmurs. I nod and his arm curls me into him as he walks me to the front door.
“I’ll be fine after a sleep,” I say as he opens it, and turns me so he can kiss me, backing me out into the hall. I sigh into his mouth, his hands warm on me for what feels like forever.
My heels hit the ground, lips tingling from Kai’s final kiss.
“Sleep well,” he says, “alone.” He cocks an eyebrow at me and my cheeks flush.
“Yessir,” I say, teasing him. He shakes his head and closes the door. I breathe out and stay there, still and not sure how to handle the storm of emotion inside my chest.
I lift my head and turn and stop short.
There he stands, leaning against the wall, lips pressed together, eyebrows drawn tight.
“So that’s how it is,” Vince says softly, his expression one of rapt disappointment. �
�Alright then.”
My heart trembles in my chest and my mouth opens to tell him to wait, that whatever he’s thinking about me is wrong-
But he turns on his heel and stalks off in the opposite direction, as silently as he waited for me.
Fuck.
Fifteen
Olivia
It's weird to go from having a job to not, to having a stipend and credit cards that aren't going to be declined if I try to use them. And I feel this odd sort of loneliness descending over me. In this big tower, locked up here. Nowhere to go, no friends to see, and three very confusing men keeping secrets that I don't understand and that I want no part of. What I'm going through is possibly the most difficult thing that I've ever felt. Not even losing my parents was as hard as this. There's only so much watching TV and staring out the window that I can do and I don't have any sudden urge to go on an online shopping binge and spend all this money. I feel like it could be yanked away from me at any moment and I guess I need to figure out if I'm going to get a bank account that nobody knows about and squirrel away some of it, just in case they do decide that this is wrong and that I'm not going to get a stipend after all. All that back pay, all of it. So, the loneliness is a little bit much and I wonder if I should start exploring the tower. Not the office space, or the shops down below where Nora is probably slaving away in the coffee shop, but the common area, I was told there's a kitchen that we can all use, and even a media center and home gym. I guess whoever built this building really intended it to have the people running it living in it. Talk about lack of work/life balance. So after a pep talk with Toby, I sneak out of my apartment feeling like I'm an intruder.