by D. C. Rowley
“Kyle, I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, I do. I won’t let you go this time. You cannot ditch me anymore, can you?” he laughs. “Try if you want.” He pokes at my tied up foot.
“We can work on this, together. You need to untie me.”
“You decided to run off with that rich boyfriend of yours, huh?” he says contemptibly. “What did he give you, that I couldn’t?” he asks. “Why did you choose him?”
“I didn’t…” I cry.
“Lier!” he yells, crazily.
I cry on a muffled way. Somehow it seems like I cannot escape this. And I’m afraid of what he could do to me. The Kyle I know was nothing like this man. This man is deranged, angry, and it seems like hurting me, satisfies him.
“Now, you might be wondering. Why all this candles? So romantic isn’t it? Oh, baby, we were supposed to ignite together with love, and you’re about to ignite alone in this house.”
I look at him terrified.
“Kyle, please, don’t do this.” I cry.
“I’m sorry, but what am I left with?” he asks. And it’s crazy how he goes from calm to deranged in spur of moment. “Nothing!”
He goes to the next room and my phone rings near my pillow. I cry and try to reach it with my ties hand until my wrist hurts. I can’t see who it is, but I try to slide my finger on the screen anyway, hoping that it will work.
Kyle comes back and he’s holding something on his hands that smells like gasoline. He pours it all over the unlit candles. This is crazy. Even if this phone call works, I don’t think that whoever is on the other part of the line will be able to come and save me from this.
“Kyle, don’t do this. You don’t have to kill me. How do you do this to someone you love?”
“Oh, babe,” he shakes his head and smiles. “I’m not killing you. I’m letting you ignite with love.” I look at him helplessly while he’s pouring gasoline all over the room.
CHAPTER THIRTY
{Cason}
Dustin is the first person with whom I need to make things right. It’s been days now, and I go over at his house. Of course, I hadn’t told him this prior.
“What are you doing here?” he gives me the once over as soon as his household lets me in.
“I’ve come to apologize.”
“Wow, you’ve got some nerve coming here, you know that? Why in the world do you think I won’t knock you down until you beg for mercy?”
“You’ve got all the rights to do that. Man, what I did was stupid, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever know how to fix it. But you’re my brother man. And I love you. And I want you to always know that.” It’s really hard for me telling him this. And I’d rather he came and hit me, than standing over there making me feel like the most pointless jerk on earth.
“I didn’t know you were into her.” He says quietly, and there’s some glint on his eyes that is so familiar. The scowl that I’ve found him with where I came here is starting to disappear. “Fuck that, you told me you loved her? How could you keep this from me?”
“I wasn’t keeping it from you. I was keeping it from myself.”
“Wow, you’ve really changed haven’t you?”
“But I’ll always be your brother, this will never change.”
“Why do you think I’ll ever take you?”
“I—I don’t know. I guess that’s up to you. But I hope that someday…probably…maybe you will—”
“I’m just kidding with you,” he guffaws and scuffles closer. “I deserved that, I messed with the very first girl that my mate has ever admitted to love.” He’s standing close to me now. “Now what do you say? Do you forgive me?”
I contemplate, trying to realize whether this is a tricky question. I open my arms and he comes in.
“I love you man,” he tells me, and sure, after that, I didn’t expect the crunching kick on my stomach. “You deserved that,” he draws back, and smiles, while I’m barely catching my breath.
He grabs his glass of champagne he’s left on the desk and takes a sip. My phone rings. I don’t recognize the number.
“Aren’t you gonna take that?” he asks.
Well, I didn’t want to ruin the moment here, but while I’m at it, I can, you know, answer the call.
“Hello.”
“I’m sorry, am I taking to Mr. Cardenas?” wow, so formal.
“Speaking.”
“You probably don’t remember me. We’ve met once at a nightclub. My name is Maelis and I’m a friend of Keira’s.”
“Is Keira alright?” I ask, concerned.
“I don’t think so. I called her, and she didn’t respond, even though she took my call. I heard some very troubling things. I didn’t know who else to call. I think she’s with her ex.”
“What? Do you know where they are?” I don’t like the sound of that.
“I—I don’t know. He took her away, but I don’t know where they went.”
“Okay, thanks for telling me.” I hang up and dial Cody’s number.
“What’s wrong?” Dustin asks.
“I’ll explain later.” I tell him, while Cody answers.
“Cason. I knew you’d call me again, but I didn’t think it’d be that soon.” He smiles.
“Well, I need your help. Keira’s in trouble.” I look at Dustin’s face taking a scowling halo. I’m gonna need you to track down her phone and tell me where she is exactly.”
“I’m getting right into it,” he tell me and I hear him through the phone typing on his laptop.
I had Dustin file a report. The police are too fucking slow anyway, so I’m headed toward the direction Cody texted me.
I’m standing in front of some enchanting mansion, and I sigh.
“Keira, why the heck do I not like this?” I mumble to myself. I’ve got a bad feeling for this. And I don’t want her anywhere near that lunatic.
I get out of the car and walk toward the porch.
Oh, my God! Is that smock coming out of the winding?
I run. When I’m near enough the house, I take a look. There is fire inside.
What the fuck happened here?
I knuckle the closed door down with some mallet I find, and I go in. I take my shirt off and cover my nose so I don’t have to keep coughing anymore.
I walk past the flames and scan the rooms for Keira. A woman, who looks like a household, runs down, crying. She’s trying to find a way out. She’s horrified.
“Where the fuck is she?” I howl.
“I don’t know,” she cries.
“Where would he keep her? Where is the master bedroom?” I sort of realize that if he’s keeping her stranded somewhere in this house, it has got to be his bedroom. After all, she’s been having some creepy interest on her.
“The fourth room to the left,” she cries out, and I release her. She runs away.
I run to the room, trying to avoid the flames that are growing bigger and bigger any moment. I look at her and it’s unbelievable. Her mouth is covered with some weird piece. The room is filled with so many candles. It’s creepy.
It smells like gasoline, but somehow the flames have not managed to sweep here anyway. I have to work fast, before both of us burn to ashes.
She’s crying, but there’s something so beautiful in her eyes when she seems me. It’s tormenting seeing the woman you love on the fucking demented circumstances.
I want to kill that fucking Kyle right now.
I move the candles away and bend down at her feet. I untie her. One foot at a time. After that I go over at her hands. I don’t have time to run in circles through the bed, so I just stretch forward to reach her other hand. She takes that thing from her mouth and looks at me desperately. She holds my face with her hands and cries.
“You came for me,” he mumbles and looks at my eyes as if she sees the world in them. It’s excruciating seeing her like it. Crying and desperate. And I think of the times where I made her feel like this.
I won’t ever, ever make that
mistake again!!!
“I did,” seeing her so crushed, I can barely hold myself from crying.
“I thought you hated me?”
“Did that too,” I force a little laugh through my tears. “But I hated you with passion. And though it was hate, it occurred to me that I’ve never done anything so passionately and vigorously before. It makes me feel alive and, it's weird but it makes me feel excited. I love you, Keira. And I won’t ever, ever let you go.”
I pick her up on my hands and try to get out of the house. Now that the flames have taken their tall it’s harder than when I came in.
But I won’t give up now. I won’t give up now that the woman I care about the most is literally on my hands.
When we make it to the porch, there are policemen and firefighters everywhere. The house is starting to crumble behind us. I get as far as I can and put her down.
Tears are shedding from her eyes, as she looks at me, and says, “I do too.”
“Hmm?” I hold her hands and can’t let go.
“I love you too. Just as vigorously.”
Our faces our dirty and black from the smock, but that won’t keep me from kissing the only woman that I ever loved.
EPILOGUE
{Keira}
A Year Later
So many things have changed ever since after the fire accident. Kyle could avoid his sentence, because of his mental condition, but he’s being held on some institution, and is not a threat for me anyone.
Turns out, my assignment was not crappy after all, like my professor said. Actually it was really good. I’m a licensed designer now, and I am working for the most awesome and sexiest boyfriend ever.
Right now, we’re on the beach and I hear the waves shuttering on the shore, but I confuse it with his balls slamming repeatedly on my face. His cock permeates inside of my mouth, down my tongue, reaching for my throat.
He’s so big, and it’s impossible to take his entire shaft on my mouth, but I try the best I can to make this man happy.
He keeps fucking my mouth, while he groans. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth Keira.”
He keeps pumping and I touch his thighs. After that, with a deep groan, he climaxes on my mouth. Jets of hot cum go inside me, and I don’t overthink it. I swallow.
I think he lost his underwear, because he doesn’t seem to mind that he’s naked on the beach. Well, it’s still not that crowded. Actually I thought we were alone, that’s why I was down for it.
“I think some vacationers enjoyed the show.” He says.
“I didn’t see anybody.” I look at him, and God, he’s so beautiful.
“That’s because your eyes were closed the whole time.” He smiles, and pampers my thing.
“Shall we go for a swim?” he gets on his feet and holds his hand out.
“In your case, more like skinny-dip.” I giggle, putting highlight to his cock swelling freely in the air.
“What would you say when you find me tearing your bikini away?” he asks.
“I don’t think you’d like what the tabloids would say for that.”
“Fuck the tabloids, Keira. I don’t mind fucking the crap out of you in front of an audience. And I think I just proved that to you.”
“I don’t think there really were people around.”
“I mean, look over there.” He smiles and I turn around.
Oh, my God. There’s a couple of vacationers afar and they’re waiving at us. He’s naked and he doesn’t mind at all.
That man!
When we’re inside the water, he’s looking at me, and smiles. I’m looking at his cock. It’s so big under the water. He snickers when he notices my inattention and gives the head a shake.
“It looks like you’re surpassed whenever you see it, though it’s been a long time.” He smiles.
And I love him to bits. I never would’ve believed that my life would be so…so…perfect.
Because perfection exist only nearby him.
“You said it was the most popular restaurant on Ibiza.” I frown when I look there is no one around. We have an entire restaurant all for ourselves.
Not that that sounds like a bad idea, but still, we’re on vacation, and there’s nobody on the most famous restaurant. If I’m not mistaken this feels a little weird.
“Just come here,” he’s clutched my hand and is leading me toward our table.
This place is so romantic. It’s dark, but little magical lights are glinting everywhere.
I cannot believe when I see him going down on one knee. Usually when he goes like that, very sexual things take place. But I don’t think this is the moment. I mean, yeah, this man is a little over the edge and wouldn’t mind, but the ambience and all—it just doesn’t look like that.
It looks like he’s…
Proposing?
“Keira,” he looks at me deeply with his beautiful eyes, his voice mild and hot.
My hands cover my mouth. I cannot believe it.
“Before I met you, I was just all over the place. Didn’t think I could get attached to someone the way I did to you. You taught me a lot of things that I was afraid to show myself. And here I am after all this time, thinking to myself; I finally found the one person who makes my world sparkle up vigorously. Why would I want to wait on that?” he clears he’s throat, sheds just a tiny smile to me among his current seriousness, and proceeds. “Keira Akerson, would you marry me?”
I look at him, he’s holding my hands and I feel like firecrackers are firing up all over the place.
“I will. I will. I will.” I howl.
And it feels like my world is complete.
Many people spend all their lives seeking after a motive.
And I have found mine.
He’s standing right in front of me.