I stop all my movement, bringing my hand down hard on her ass, “argh.” She yells out, no longer moving her ass backwards. I count to ten, making sure she is going to stay still, before going back to teasing. Every time I slide over her entrance I stick just the head in, loving the way her pussy walls clamp down on me. I start to build a rhythm, that is driving both of us crazy, but she knows what she has to do get what she wants. Just when I think she’s not going to give in, and I’ll have to change tactics, she finally breaks.
“PLEASE K.J…. Please just fuck me…I need…” She is cut off mid-sentence when I fully thrust myself into her. I let go of her hair, grabbing her waist with both hands, and fuck her nice and hard from behind. She starts rocking her hips, her legs growing weak, so I hold her up while holding back my orgasm. Reaching around with my left hand, I continue to hold her weight, and place my thumb over her clit. That little friction alone causes her pussy to clamp down harder, making it all the more difficult not to cum. Gritting my teeth, I manage to last long enough for Izzy to orgasm. I let out a small growl of satisfaction before she mutters the three words that change everything.
“I love you, K.J.”
“I need you to remember that, Elizabeth.” I command while taking her into my arms. “No matter what happens, no matter what surprises come your way.”
“You’re starting to scare me” She whispers into my chest. There is nothing for me to say to that. I don’t like liars and Izzy doesn’t deserve fake reassurances. The truth is there’s something big that has been brewing for a long time, but at least I know Izzy won’t be involved. There is nothing I can’t handle as long as I know she is safe.
Chapter 26
K.J.
Some people may think it’s selfish of me to wait this long to tell Izzy about my criminal side, but I don’t care what people think. Yesterday, when we finally made it to the apartment, I showed her just how much she meant to me. Is it love? I don’t think so. She is more of an obsession to me. Someone that I could never live without. People fall in and out of love all the time. What I feel for Izzy could never fade. It only grows stronger each time I hear her pleas for forgiveness, when I see the mixture of desire and fear in her eyes, and when I see the look of surrender in her gaze.
“Where are we, K.J?” She asks.
I have brought Izzy to the only place she will be safe when the inevitable happens. I bought this land right after high school, making sure to keep it hidden from Lorenzo, to have a safe place to go in case I needed one. I had the cabin built on the back of the property, hidden behind all the cypress trees.
“Why would you bring me to a house in the middle of swampy Florida?”
Reaching my hand out to her, she entwines our fingers, smiling up at me with those beautiful honey brown eyes. There are not many occasions when I let her touch me like this, I’ve never been a touchy feely person, probably due to my upbringing.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’ve brought me up here to kill me. The creepy cabin, surrounded by woods, perfect for hiding bodies. This just screams Hollywood, am I right?”
“I don’t watch T.V.” I state.
“That explains why there was no T.V. in your apartment, but why didn’t you have any furniture?” She questions, quickening her pace to keep up with mine.
“I have furniture.” I state walking up the steps to the cabin’s porch.
“Normal people have couches and tables in their living room and kitchen. You have a weight bench. That’s all.”
“I have a bed.”
With the mention of the bed a blush spreads out across her neck and face. Last night, when I took her in to my room, I showed her some of the extra components I had added onto my king size bed. I chained her ankles and wrist to the solid wooden frame using material bought from a home improvement store. Spending the entire night, teaching her the many ways I can make her cry out. In both pain and ecstasy.
Unlocking the door, I step into the cabin, and quickly punch in the code to my alarm system. This place is secluded, but I like the added safety of high tech alarm. Izzy walks in behind me, marveling at all the furniture I have. There is a brown leather sofa and recliner that sits in the middle of the living room. Beside them both are glass top side tables, in front of it all, is a flat screen T.V mounted on the wall.
“I thought you didn’t watch T.V.” She smugly states.
“It’s not for me.”
Closing the door, I follow Izzy as she walks around, her smile growing with each furnished room she enters. The kitchen is set up with black appliances and dark grey counter tops. There is enough food in the fridge and pantry to feed a family of ten for half a year. An island stands in the middle of the kitchen, with cast iron pans hanging on their rack, waiting for someone to finally use them. I sometimes enjoy cooking, so I made sure to provide everything I would need to do so.
“I love this kitchen.” She beams up at me.
“I’m glad.” I say.
When she has touched every surface she can reach, we start to make our way down the hall that leads to the bedrooms. There are three, two guest rooms that are across the hall from each other, with private bathrooms in them all.
Izzy enters the one to her left first, quickly opening the door, excited to see what this one looks like. It’s not a huge room, just big enough to fit two people comfortably. There is a white dresser and queen size bed with a white comforter. The walls are painted a light yellow with matching pillows and curtains.
The way Izzy’s lip turns down when she touches the wall tells me all I need to know. She is not a fan of the color scheme. Turning around, and exiting the room, she shuts the door. “Who decorated that room?” She asks.
“It doesn’t matter?” I declare, “you can change it if you want.”
Walking to the other guest room, she arches an eyebrow, silently asking me what I mean. I don’t have time to explain before she is opening the door, and closing it just as quickly. “They look the same.” She yells. I know Izzy is really big on fashion and style, so it’s no surprise when she starts mumbling about ugly paint and curtains.
Arriving at the last door, to the room at the end of the hall, she looks over at me, “I hope this one looks nothing like the others.” When the door is opened enough for her to peek in, she lets out a gasp of surprise, before running into the huge room and jumping onto the king size bed.
“I love it.” She squeals with laughter while rolling around on the many colorful pillows that are now scattered everywhere. I had Sticks decorate the house. Only giving him specific instructions on this room because I wanted Izzy to be comfortable here. The walls are painted a pastel blue with colorful frames, holding different shaped mirrors, all along the room. The bed looks like a rainbow threw up on it, with all the different colored pillows, and bright pink bed spread.
Looking over at Izzy, and seeing the pure joy shining through her eyes, is enough to make me feel like all this will be worth it. I may have to wear shades, from the pain all these bright colors do to my eyes, but at least Izzy will enjoy being here.
“Who decorated this room?” She screeches out as she tosses her shoes, so she can jump on the bed. Her wild, curly, hair is flying through the air along with her hands and arms.
“Me.” I state over the sound of her squealing laughter. Izzy instantly stops bouncing, after my declaration, her eyebrows arched in the air. “You did this?” She inquires while pointing at me.
“Mr. All Black picked out this pink comforter?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Does there have to be a reason?” I ask while making my way toward her. When I get to the edge of the bed, I reach out grabbing her by the ankles, and pull her legs out from underneath her. Izzy lets out a yelp of surprise as I pull her to me. With her legs now hanging off the bed, I place myself between her thighs, leaning some of my weight on her.
“What’s going on K.J.”
“I decorated this room just for you,
because I want you to feel at home, in case you ever need to stay here for a long period of time.” I state.
“Why would I need to stay here?”
“Because I tell you to.”
She pushes against my weight, trying to get out from underneath me. “What aren’t you telling me?” Grabbing both her hands, I pin them above her head, “calm down, Elizabeth.” I demand. Keeping our gazes locked. She starts to take deep breaths, relaxing more into the bed.
“There are certain aspects of my life I have chosen to keep private.” The scuff she gives me, at hearing me say that, almost makes me smile. “I worked for a man named Lorenzo Alvarez. Lorenzo is a well-known drug lord that is very dangerous. It just so happens he may be after me, and I need to make sure you will be comfortable while staying safe.” I finish my statement, watching for any sign that she is going to freak out. The fact that Izzy’s taking the news so well is enough to let me know she’s planning something.
“Don’t.” I state.
Izzy takes a deep breath, before rearing her head up, nearly hitting me on the bridge of my nose. With my free hand, I grab her throat, making sure she can’t do that again.
“You fucking, BASTARD. You let me fall in love with you knowing I had no clue you were a drug dealing criminal. You’re the reason we’ve all been in danger. Jasper nearly died and Bethany lost her baby, because of you.” She spits out.
“Lorenzo is not after anyone but me, Elizabeth.” I whisper against her lips before slamming mine down onto hers. There is only one, sure, way for me to calm down, this woman down, and I’m a big enough asshole to use it. I trail my hand, from Izzy’s throat down to the hem of her shirt, and inch my way up the flawless bare skin I’ll never tire of caressing. She turns her head, breaking the kiss, “stop, K.J.” She whispers out in a broken voice.
I let go of her hands, lifting myself up, effectively letting Izzy free from my hold. The minute she sees she can get free, Izzy rolls off the bed, standing to her full height. “Take me home please.” She says so softly I barely hear it.
“Izzy, look at me.” I command. “I have never been a drug runner. I was hired by Lorenzo to kill his enemies.” When she turns around, finally looking into my eyes, I can only focus on the unshed tears that are gathering in her eyes. I have seen Izzy mad, happy, and sad. This is none of the above. Those brown eyes are shinning with anguish and mistrust. I did exactly what I set out to do, but not in the way I wanted. I finally broke her.
Chapter 27
Izzy
To my surprise K.J. agrees to take me back to my apartment without any objections. The huge bomb he just dropped on me has my mind spinning with unanswered questions that I’m too afraid to ask. It’s never been a secret that K.J. is not like most people. He is the definition of anti-social and self-preservation, but it never occurred to me that he could be a criminal. On the ride back to my place I’ve spent the time going through several emotions.
First there was denial. I was certain everything K.J. told me was a joke, and he would soon pull over and we would have a good laugh about this. Then I remembered one crucial fact, K.J. never jokes. So anger decided to rear its ugly head and I spent the rest of the trip imagining my tiny fist beating into his back.
“Thanks for the ride.” I mutter, handing his helmet back to him. K.J. reaches out, latching onto my wrist, while getting off his bike. Completely invading my space, with his domineering size, he forces me to look him in the eye.
“You remember what you said last night?” He inquires. I look into his stone black irises, trying not to forget that those are the very eyes that lied to me for years. Shaking the fog from my head, I let the words spill out that I’ve tried desperately to keep in.
“You’re not who I thought you were. You’ve killed people K.J.” I shout out, no longer able to control my anger. “DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE?” The muscles in my body start twitching and shaking from the adrenaline running through my blood. When K.J. moves to place his free hand on my face, I slap it away, while shoving him. The smirk he gives me, only further raises my irritation level. Before my brain can catch up to my emotions, my open palm is soaring through the air, and landing across the left side of his face. K.J.’s face turns from the force of my blow, his eyes no longer gleaming with humor, my red hand print now on full display.
“Do you feel better?” He calmly asks, with his black irises once again looking into mine. I instinctively take a step back, balling my hands into fists at my side, tears now streaming down my face. He acts as if there is nothing wrong with what he is. He’s a murderer. There is no sugar coating it.
“No.” I state, “After everything we have been through…” I am suddenly cut off by the ringing of his cell phone. He takes it out of his jacket pocket, looks at the screen, then places it to his ear.
“What.” He harshly states.
After a few seconds of silence. K.J. hangs up the phone. Tucking it safely back into his pocket. “I have some business to take care of. This isn’t over.” He says, trying to close the distance between us. For every step forward he takes I should be taking one back. My mind is screaming at me to avoid his touch, but my heart and body are begging for the contact.
“There is nothing you could do to get rid of me, Elizabeth.” K.J. declares before bringing his lips down on mine. The kiss is rough and demanding, just like him. One of his hands end up wrapped in my hair, the other is holding my body close to his, while he demonstrates just how much control he has over my body.
After the kiss, that will forever be etched into my memory, K.J. walks me to my apartment. I didn’t bother looking him in the eye, he has always been good at reading me, and I didn’t want him to get suspicious. The moment I could no longer hear the loud pipes of his bike, I pick up my phone, and call the only person I can think to help me. Even though I’ve avoided his phone calls for weeks, Gunner, picks up on the first ring.
Chapter 28
Izzy
I lift up my suitcase, thankful that once again Kiersten is not here, and walk out my apartment door. Gunner offered to come help me carry my things down, but I have no way of knowing when K.J. could be back, and I really don’t need him to catch me with Gunner. The guard posted at my door, looks from me to my bags, “I was told you were to stay in your apartment.” He states.
“Last I checked, this was a free country, and I have the right to leave whenever I want.” I innocently impart this wisdom onto the big, over grown, fool.
“I’ll just call K.J. and check in with him.”
“If you so much as dial one single digit on that phone, I will fake call the police, and tell them you tried to have your way with me.” I threaten.
We get into a stare down, before he finally breaks, “I don’t get payed enough for this shit.” He mutters. I rush out the apartment building. Knowing that as soon as the guard could no longer see me, he called K.J.
Gunner is there waiting on me, his eyebrows arched, giving me a questioning look as I run toward the car. “Don’t ask. Just know that right now there is a, very dangerous, scary man on his way to stop me from leaving. I’m sorry to put this on you, but I had no one else to turn to.” I rush out.
“Give me your phone.” He commands. When I don’t offer it up immediately, he holds his hand out, explaining. “This very dangerous and scary man probably has a tracking device in your phone.” I think about this for a few seconds, realizing Gunner is probably right, then slap the phone onto his open palm. He throws it to the ground, stomping his fancy dress shoe down, breaking it in half.
“Hey that was water proof, and very expensive.” I shout out, reprimanding him.
“Just get in the car, Izzy.” He hollers over his shoulder while strolling to the driver’s side door. I take one last look at my poor broken phone, holding back tears, thinking of all the tip money I had to save to afford it. Opening the door to his swanky car, I slide into the leather seat, making sure to shoot daggers at him with my eyes.
“You owe me a phon
e.”
“Let’s make a deal.” He declares. “I’ll buy you a new phone as soon as you explain why you’ve been avoiding my calls and texts.” The awkwardness of his statement has me, once again, rambling on to fill the uncomfortable silence.
“Work has been really crazy and my friends have been really needy. More like one friend. You may remember him. He is the one I told you kissed me the last time we talked. You know the night you stormed out of my apartment. Which I don’t blame you for. What I did was wrong. No matter how good it felt or how bad I wanted it, I should never have done it. I guess what I’m trying to say is, sorry.”
The entire time I’m suffering from my verbal diarrhea, Gunner, just sits there listening with a straight face. I start to bite my nails. Secretly wanting to slap myself upside the head. Did I really just tell him all that unnecessary information?
“Sounds like you were having a great time together. Why did you call me?” He asks in an eerie calm voice. I may be oblivious to most things, but the jealousy and hurt radiating off of Gunner leaves no room for confusion.
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