by Ava Lohan
“So, this is your sixteen-thousandth house?”
He typed something into his smartphone and the door opened with a click, just like the gate had. I made a face. Being used to normal keys, this all felt like a James Bond movie. Mission Extra Luxe.
“It’s not my house,” he said nonchalantly as he walked through the doorway.
I stopped at the threshold. “It’s not your house?” Jesus Christ. I squinted my eyes. “What do you mean this isn’t your house?” I yelled out.
How the hell could he be so relaxed? We were breaking into someone’s house! Now the alarm system was going to go off. Or maybe not—maybe he had deactivated it with some app that allowed you to enter rich people’s houses like they were your own. This would’ve explained his enviably calm demeanor. I was the polar opposite of calm. I walked backwards until I was back at Kegan’s motorcycle.
“I’m getting out of here. Open the gate or I’ll climb over the wall.”
I hadn’t worked out in a while, but I was still pretty agile, and the wall wasn’t that high. It wouldn’t take too much effort. After making it over, I could walk for a mile or so and try to hitchhike until I found a saint willing to give me a lift.
If Kegan was intent on spending the rest of his day at the police station, that was hardly my problem.
He turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow, his cell phone still in hand. From his confused expression, he must have thought I was losing my mind. “Bring your ass over here, Rose, or I’ll come over there and carry it back.”
“Oh no, I’m getting out of here. I’m not going to spend the rest of the afternoon getting my mugshots taken.” I raised my hand in the air to show him I’d made up my mind and was going to leave. I prayed he wouldn’t catch up to me with every step, but he didn’t seem to be following me. I sighed in relief. Once I'd made it to my objective, I looked at the wall with hatred and cursed under my breath. I’d underestimated it—that wall was fucking tall. I stamped my foot on the gravel in a silent protest. The sound of the pebbles echoed in my ears.
Kegan just laughed. That asshole was laughing at me?!
“It’d be fun watching you try to get to the other side.” He was now standing next to me. “Fun, but I have other plans for us,” he said, rubbing a thumb against the exposed part of my neck.
I followed his circular movements on my skin without letting him distract me. “What, like, getting us arrested?”
I hoped Kegan hadn’t noticed the slight tremor in my voice. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me to face him. I was still irritated and stared into his chest. I refused to touch him or to look at his face.
“The house belongs to one of my clients. They gave me the access codes,” he explained.
“You could have told me that sooner,” I replied, shooting him a glare.
I caught him looking me up and down. I was still wearing his leather jacket, and I found it hard to believe he was looking at me in that way. In a way that made my heart race. I unzipped the jacket and opened it completely in hopes that my heart would calm. It didn’t. His eyes, capable of causing a heart attack, slid over my legs. He pulled me in and placed his fingers on my jean shorts before sliding them under the waistband to cup my backside.
“Lace, silk, or cotton?” he asked with a diabolical smile.
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing. He undid the first button of my shorts. I grabbed his hand and brought it back to my hips. I started to sweat.
“So, your clients let you use their houses?”
“Sometimes.”
I tried not to be distracted by the fingers exploring my stomach underneath my tee. “Why would they do that?”
He had made his way up to my bra. My voice shook again but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that we were here legally. My questions were just a little revenge for those few minutes of panic.
“Why would they…?”
Kegan looked me in the eyes. I wished he hadn’t. I couldn’t keep up my interrogation. The next question—the answer to which I didn’t really care about anyway—died in my mind. The intensity of his stare destroyed my vindictive side. My body was on fire, especially below the belt. I thought about us together again, about the stellar sex we’d had just that morning, and the desire that I had tried to quell came back with a vengeance. The tingling down below was now coursing through my body, making my cheeks burn. Kegan maintained his killer gaze. His eyes were truly spectacular. Without a word, he was sending suggestive messages straight to my brain. Closing my eyes wouldn’t have helped one bit—even with them closed I would’ve still felt those gorgeous green irises that did nothing but deliver me straight to the second circle of Hell.
“Let’s get back to my plans,” he said, breaking his silence. “Remember what I said about my sexual fantasies?” His voice was full of lust and a stupid smile was spreading across my face. They always come true.
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to change my expression. I tried to look calm and collected, but I wasn’t as good as he was. I didn’t even come close. I looked like someone who had just been offered a ticket to see their favorite performer. And my favorite performer was Kegan, right on top of me, both of us moaning in sync.
He picked me up by my butt. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged my arms around his neck. He took a few steps forward and pushed my back against the wall that I had just threatened to escape over. I was trapped between the wall and his body. I liked it. I liked it an insane amount. He kissed my neck and pressed his erection between my legs.
“They always come true,” he whispered.
I moaned, thinking about how my fingers would soon touch the skies. He allowed me to slip down so that our mouths touched. He kissed me and the Heavens fell into my hands. He kissed me again and we had to stop to catch our breath. Again and again. His kisses grew hotter and hotter. Every time his tongue touched mine I thought about how many thousands of dollars I could have had to pay for this. In just a few minutes my bill would’ve reached a million. Without taking his lips off me, Kegan peeled my back from the wall and turned around. I wrapped my thighs around him tighter. He let out a magnificent sound.
Kegan brought me into the house, alternating between kissing me and checking the path in front of him to keep us from falling. He put me down on a table in a lavish room, but the location hardly mattered. To hell with the decor—I was completely lost in his hungry eyes.
He removed the Cartier glasses from his head and threw them onto the table. The frames on my face were the next to go. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer. “So… white cotton, colored silk, or—” The sound of his voice was enough to disintegrate my panties, no matter the material.
“Nothing,” I interrupted him.
His expression changed. In a split second he went from craving me to examining me with skepticism.
“Nothing?” he repeated into my cheek, releasing the second button on my shorts, then the third.
He rubbed his nose against mine. The fourth button. These damn high-waisted shorts had too many buttons. My chest heaved to the rhythm of his fingers working on those pieces of metal. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly. My eyes took in the perfect curve of his bottom lip. Kegan was perfect in every way. God must have worked extra hard to produce such a masterpiece. Kegan had made it to the fifth button.
“Nothing,” he confirmed, sliding a finger into my shorts. The corners of his mouth curled in disbelief. His eyelashes fluttered as he looked down. I was once again tempted to pluck one out and keep it.
“Jesus Christ, Rose. No panties.” There was something new in his raspy voice. It sounded so right as his expert fingers ran down my body, as if he were caressing me with his words too. Kegan pulled back his hand and wrapped it around the edge of the table, grasping it tightly, just next to my thighs.
“Nothing,” he said again, this time right into my neck. He said it as if it was the only word he knew. He caged me in with his arms.<
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“Nothing,” I said, right along with him. “I used to do it all the time, wear nothing under my jeans.” I had liked the idea that nobody knew my secret. I didn’t know if I should be ashamed of this little perversion of mine that nobody else had ever discovered.
“Oh. Oh, fuck,” he murmured.
I fidgeted in embarrassment. “I stopped when I moved to the convent,” I continued.
Kegan laughed and covered my mouth with his before I could say anything else. I was done talking anyway, especially now that he was kissing me. In a matter of seconds, he had picked me up again and started walking. My legs clasped behind his back and my hands went from his neck to his face. Apparently, the table wasn’t our last stop. We almost ran into a wall. He hit an armchair and stopped kissing me.
“You keep making me lose control,” he said with a sexy grin.
The problem was mutual, but I didn’t tell him.
The rest of our trip went smoothly. Without letting go of me, he opened the door to the veranda and tormented my tongue with his until we ended up on the beach. He stopped. The sand was our final destination. I closed my eyes as the heat and longing enveloped my body. I thought about me and Paul on a beach like this, and for a moment I was afraid of getting hurt. Badly. If Paul had broken my heart, I could only imagine what Kegan could do to it. Would it implode, or break out through my chest and fall on the ground? Would it be shredded into a million pieces that would be impossible to put back together, like the salesgirl’s note?
It was too late to save myself, to go back in time and be stronger than the feelings that had completely overwhelmed me. I didn’t want to think about my heart anymore. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Things seemed to be going so well between us. He had taken me out on his motorcycle and had come looking for me when I’d run away. Now that he was kissing me, everything was perfect. But for how long could it go on like this?
We fell onto the ground. I opened my eyes: we were on the sand. Kegan was kneeling and my legs were spread across his lap, my knees covered in golden flecks. He took my lower lip in between his teeth and bit down. I let out a groan. I didn’t mind one bit that I would have to shake out my favorite shoes later.
His chest swelled under my fingertips. “I want you now.”
Those four words caused spasms between my legs. He grabbed my hands and slid back, dragging me down on top of him. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me. The fire in his eyes reflected in mine. We both wanted the same thing. I slowly rubbed my body against his. His grip tightened. I could feel him hardening through his jeans and knew it was all my doing. His breath quickened and I smiled. Kegan looked up to the sky and swallowed.
“Fuck foreplay,” he said, shooting up from the ground. Our chests collided. “Fuck me, Rose,” he ordered. “Fuck me like you hate me. Like you want to hurt me. Like you want to kill me.” He grabbed my hair and pulled hard. “Do you think you can do it? Do you think you can fuck me like that?”
It wasn’t exactly what I had expected to hear. “Like I want to kill you?”
Kegan nodded emphatically and placed his hands on either side of my face. “Yes, fuck. Just like that.”
I ran my hands down his shirt and stopped at the waistband of his jeans. I released the button, ready to satisfy his odd request, though not knowing if I would succeed. I had no idea what he wanted from me.
His hands stopped me before I could pull down his zipper. “I’ll do it—take off your damn shorts. Hurry up.”
His desperate tone resounded between my legs. I jumped to my feet and Kegan released his erection. He slipped on a condom and pushed his jeans down his thighs.
“I want you to kill me by fucking me, not by making me wait!” He needed me to move fast. His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips. “Come ride your beast,” he goaded me, lying down again.
I peeled my shorts off. Kegan was practically devouring me with his eyes. He wanted me, and I would satisfy him in my own way. If he was dying for unforgettable sex, I would do everything in my power to give it to him. But I would do it on my terms, under my conditions. He wanted me so much that all my insecurity disappeared, giving way to a bold new me. I just couldn’t be intimidated by who he was; I had to pretend he was someone else. Someone with less experience than me, like I’d already done.
He motioned for me to straddle him, but I stayed on my feet.
“I have a request, too.”
“What is it?” he sighed impatiently, propping himself up on his elbows.
“That you don’t take your eyes off my face, and you can only touch me if I say so. But I can look at you and touch you wherever I want.”
“That’s more than one request.”
I shrugged and knelt down, rubbing myself against him. This time I was the wolf and Kegan was the sheep. I brushed my lips against his forehead and grinded in his lap. Kegan groaned and I bit down on my lips to prevent any sound from betraying me. My hands were on his, planted firmly in the sand.
“Take it or leave it,” I said, my voice unable to hide how much I wanted him too.
I would never be able to go through with my threat and leave him there if he didn’t accept. I wanted him so badly. I breathed in the smell of his hair and prayed he’d agree to my terms. Because he’d have me either way.
“If that’s what you want,” he said. He was really giving in to me.
I smiled triumphantly but Kegan couldn’t see. “Yes,” I confirmed.
Enough heavy petting. I wanted him; he wanted me.
“Okay, now, just fuck me.”
My body went up in flames. I nodded. It was exactly what I intended to do. I moved down until I found the right spot. His eyes were glued to my face, just like I had asked. I widened my legs and touched him. Kegan winced but maintained his focus. He resisted the urge to look down at his hands that were now guiding me onto him. His face couldn’t hide how difficult it was for him to obey me. His nostrils flared and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, as I would soon be doing. I plunged down, taking all of him inside me. I threw my head back and let out a cry that mixed with the animalistic sound he was making.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah, oh shit.”
I began moving up and down, relishing in the sensations I got from him.
Up. “Yes, God, like that,” he was nearly yelling.
Down. Kegan called out for God again. I moaned.
I looked back down at him. Just a few seconds in and he had already broken our deal. “The rules, Kegan.”
His eyes shot up to my face. He flashed me a clever grin, bringing out his dimples. He was adorable. This couldn’t have been the face of someone who sold his body. This Kegan couldn’t sell his body. There was nothing dirty in it. His body wasn’t dirty. He couldn’t sell himself. He shouldn’t sell himself. Because he was mine, and I was marking my territory. I had no intention of killing him like he’d asked. My goal was to make him understand that he belonged to me, and only me. That is why I’d asked him to look at my face. I wanted to get in his eyes, in his skin, and in his throat as he let out sounds of pleasure. My name. My face. Me, and nothing more. His eyes on mine. Me inside him, like he was inside me. This was my objective.
I ran my fingers over his six-pack, trying not to think about all the expert hands that had done so before me. I couldn’t let the past have any effect over me, nor could I get distracted by the amount he charged for a kiss. I would show him that I was his future. His muscles contracted under my fingers. I pulled up his shirt and made him take it off.
Kegan was completely lost in my face. I allowed my eyes to wander. I admired his perfect, rock-hard muscles. I marveled at the dragon tattoo and began to slow down. The jaws were now inside me—it was a breathtaking vision.
Kegan let out a roar. “To hell you do! Don’t even try. Don’t stop.”
He suddenly shot up, taking me by surprise. He grabbed me by the waist and guided my movements, driving me down on him hard. He didn’t take his eyes off mine for a
second. They were so close to me that looking at their perfection hurt. I wrapped my hands around his wrists and pulled them away from my body, pushing them back into the sand. His throat emitted a low moan.
I could see the determination growing in his expression. His tongue slithered inside my open mouth, and once again, Kegan showed me how much his kisses could make me lose my mind. It wasn’t me that was killing him. No, he was killing me. Lost in his kisses, I loosened my grip on his wrists. I then let go entirely and reached for his head, pulling his hair until he let out another moan. Those soft locks were the perfect length to grab onto in a moment like this. I had no intention of letting go, not even if I hurt him. His hands were back on my body in a second. From my sides, he made his way up under my tee and opened the front hook of my silk bra. He smiled in satisfaction against my lips as he rubbed my nipples.
“I’m touching you. Do you like it?”
“Bastard,” I gasped.
He took his hands off me, stopped moving, and held me still.
I whimpered in protest.
“Tell me you like it.”
I brought my hands to his shoulders and dug my nails into his skin. No reaction. His damn green eyes wanted a response. They wanted my complete surrender. And I knew he was capable of abandoning me just before the best part, before making me come. I didn’t want to repeat what had happened in the Red Room.
"Yes,” I admitted. “I like it. I like it as much as you like kissing me.”
He traced my jaw with his index finger. “Then you must really like it.”
He grabbed me again with both hands and started moving underneath me, sending new shockwaves through my body. I dug my nails even deeper as our rhythm quickened. I wanted to leave a mark on him. My fingers caressed his pecs and dug in, leaving another set of marks. He didn’t complain.
We kept grinding against each other. Our mouths never separated. Every sound that came out of his mouth went straight inside me, never to be released. I thought there couldn’t be anything better in the world than the two of us moving in sync. Nothing more spectacular than him inside me. I couldn’t lose this. I didn’t want to give it up.