by K. A Knight
Even with my men around me, I feel completely alone.
Lost.
Adrift.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
KALEN
I notice her pulling away, becoming quiet. I can’t have that, not again. I’ve been nice, sweet Kalen to her while she heals. I’ve been loving, like we both needed, but I’m pissed at her, at me…but mostly her for making me angry again. For trying to get away from me.
Once back at the hotel, I throw her over my shoulder, ignoring her yell of surprise, and march to the bathroom for privacy because what I’m planning requires it. I kick the door shut behind me and drop her to her feet and back her into the wall. For a moment, I see a flash of my girl there, fighting me. “What the fuck, Kay?” she snaps before looking away, trying to create distance. Not happening. I saw this happen last time, and I won’t stand idly by now.
My princess needs a reminder of just how much of an asshole I can be when it comes to her.
“Don’t fucking look away from me, Andrews,” I snarl and drag her gaze back using her chin. I pin her to the wall with my body, pressing forward until she feels every hard inch of me. The door opens, but we don’t look away from each other.
“Kay, maybe now isn’t such a good time,” Riggs starts, always protecting her, even when it means hurting us. Well, fuck that. Can’t they see she’s struggling? She’s pulling away, and we are going to lose her again.
As usual, it’s up to me to fix it. None of them are willing to do what needs to be done to bring her back.
“Get the fuck out,” I snarl.
“Kay…” He sighs, and I turn to him, scowling. This is my girl, my fucking love too. He knows I won’t hurt her, but right now, she needs to be reminded that she’s ours.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
He nods and shuts the door with a tiny bit of fear in his eyes.
Looking back down at my girl, I lean closer. “They won’t save you now, princess,” I taunt. “So that’s it, huh? Not even going to fight me? Just going to shiver and stare at me all doe-eyed? You’re useless, where the fuck has my Peyton gone? You’re just going to survive all that and let it ruin you?”
“Shut up,” she whispers, her eyes wide and panicked. She doesn’t get to act all innocent and hurt to escape this.
“No. Fuck that, you don’t get to pull this shit again. I don’t care if it fucking hurts or if it’s hard. You don’t get to hide because of that. Fucking fight,” I demand.
“Shut the fuck up!” she yells.
“Make me, Andrews,” I growl. “Because right now, I don’t think you can. You’re not the woman I love. You’re nothing but an empty shell hurting those you love most again.”
“Fuck you!” she screams and pushes me back, but I don’t budge. I do laugh though.
“That’s all you’ve got, Andrews?”
I see the anger now, the life going back into her eyes and body. Thank fuck. I want to slump, but I don’t. I continue to play my part, pissing her off. Part of me even enjoys it, like I always do when we fight. “Get the fuck off me!” she demands, pushing me harder until I nearly move.
“Or what?” I goad, licking my lips. She follows the movement, even though she’s pissed at me. My hand snaps out and circles her throat, squeezing as I tilt her head back. “Going to cry? Run away? Pretend it’s not happening? Because that solves everything, right, Andrews?” It’s cruel, it’s fucking mean. She’s hurting and confused, but so are we. Add that to the fear we are losing our girl again and, well, my patience for her fucking snaps.
“Never,” she snarls, fighting in my hold as I chuckle.
“Really?” I mutter. “Because I don’t even recognise you anymore. Where’s the girl who fought all those monsters to get to us? The girl who chased us until she got what she wanted? Where’s the woman I fell in love with, who didn’t just lie back and accept my shit? She called me on it, she fought until we exploded. She is the one I love.”
“So I’m not allowed to be weak?” she fires back.
“You can always be weak, princess. Cry, scream, break…but just don’t fucking give up like you are.”
“I’m not,” she argues softly. Even she knows it’s a lie.
“Yes you are, and I won’t let you, do you fucking hear me?” I squeeze her harder, getting in her face. “I lost you that day on the boat, I almost fucking lost you in those caves, but I’m not losing you here when we finally have a shot at being happy. So rage, hit me. Fucking use me. Whatever you need to do, whatever you can’t show them or do to them because they don’t know the darkness like us, do it, but don’t you dare fucking lie to my face. Don’t you dare try to slip away from us again. If I leave you here with pretty lies on your lips, then you lose me too, you understand?”
“Kay,” she whispers.
“I will always fight for us, even when you can’t…but I won’t force you to love me. To love us. Is this still what you want?” I demand as she swallows against my hand. “Answer me, Andrews.”
“Yes,” she hisses.
“Then fucking prove it,” I order. “Stop being a weak ass cunt and take it.”
I see her coming back as she holds my gaze and almost sag in relief, but I don’t let her see that.
I stay still, demanding, waiting.
But she’s still holding back. Sneering in disgust, I let her go and step away, turning to leave.
“Don’t you dare fucking walk away from me,” she snaps, and I still. “I didn’t fucking survive that shit show. I didn’t put my heart out there, didn’t lose you all once before just to lose you again. I’m hurting, okay? I’m struggling with the fucking darkness inside of me. My mind is turning on me, luring me into that oblivion. I’m not fighting monsters this time, I’m fighting myself. My own doubts, pain, and fear. I need you, don’t you see that? I need you to be my light, all of you, to keep me here instead of tumbling deeper. I’m fucking scared, Kay.” Her tirade finishes in a whisper, and I turn back to see tears in her eyes. Her lips are trembling, but her head is tilted defiantly.
“I’m fucking terrified every choice I make is wrong, and the worst part is I’m trying to protect you from that inky pain inside me, yet I’m only hurting you all more. I see it and can’t do anything about it, like a fog surrounding me.” She slams her hand into her chest. “Can’t you see how much I’m struggling?”
“I see it,” I snap, tilting my head down to meet her eyes as I step closer, standing toe-to-toe with her just like old times. “But I can’t save you, princess, only you can do that. I believe in you, even when you don’t. So do they. You can fight this, you can win this, but you don’t have to do it alone. We are here, so use us. Talk to us.”
“I don’t know how,” she whispers.
“Like this,” I whisper and slam my lips to hers, reminding her she’s here with me. With us. I let her feel my desperation, anger, and fear. I show my princess that I would fight in that darkness with her for the rest of my life. I’d fight all her demons. I’d plunge myself so far into that blackness she couldn’t see me anymore if only she would stay. She gasps into my mouth, and I pull back just far enough so I can speak against her lips. “Fight, Andrews.” I kiss her again before pulling away, leaving her chasing my lips. “Fucking fight.”
Her hands grip mine, making me grin against her lips. “Good, that’s it, princess,” I purr and bite her lip until she slaps me hard. I groan as my head jerks away. Turning back, I see her chest heaving, her lip bleeding, and her eyes wild.
There’s my princess.
Smirking, I slam her into the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist as her lips descend on mine, biting and kissing as I tear at her dress, yanking it up to expose her panty-clad pussy. I grip her over the fabric, groaning into her mouth when I feel how damp she is already. I turn her head and bite her ear before whispering into it. “You want to fuck while we fight, princess? I’ll even argue with you like old times. I know how hot that gets you,” I tease as I stroke down her pussy.
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er head falls back against the wall as she grinds into my hand, urging me on. “Argue about what?” she questions breathlessly.
“Anything you fucking want, Andrews.”
“Either I’m your princess or call me fucking Peyton,” she snarls, making me chuckle into her ear. She shivers against me as I push her underwear aside and part her pussy, flicking her clit in warning. She gasps, trembling in my arms as I pin her there.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want,” I murmur and kiss down her throat, feeling her pulse jump under my tongue. “We both know I’ll still have you coming and screaming my name in under five minutes.”
“Cocky prick,” she snaps.
“You fucking love it,” I retort and nip her neck as she grinds into my touch. I drag my fingers through her cream to her pulsing hole and circle it, teasing her as she snarls and fights in my arms. When she gets bored of me teasing her, she leans down and bites my neck, making me snarl. I turn, drop her to her feet, push her down, and kick her legs apart. She almost falls but catches herself on the sink. She raises her gaze to look at me in the mirror behind her as I keep her there, pinned and bent over the sink.
“You want to act like a fucking animal? I’ll fuck you like one,” I growl out.
Twisting the back of her dress, I rip it away, leaving her in nothing but those tiny panties. I grab them and step back, dragging them off her body, leaving her pert ass in the air as she pants. I reach behind me, tug my shirt over my head, and toss it away before shedding my shorts, naked as she is. Her eyes widen with lust as they run across me. Her admiration of my body only makes my already rock-solid cock that much harder.
Moving forward, I dig my fingers into her hips to hold her there as I drag my tongue up her back, tasting the salt of her sweat. “Is that what you want, princess?” I mock when I reach her neck. Sliding my other hand down between her parted thighs, I spank her clit, eliciting a groan.
“Yes,” she snaps. “Fuck me, make me feel.”
That I can do.
Dipping back to her hole, I spear a finger inside her. She jerks and gasps my name as I quickly add another and start to fuck her with them. My other hand releases her hip and strokes up her back to her neck, squeezing as I hold her in place.
“I want you to scream so loudly, they’ll hear you.” I smirk. “So they’ll know exactly what I’m doing to you in here.” Her pussy clenches at my words, and I grin wider. “Dirty fucking bitch, you love that idea. Love the idea of them listening just like I used to listen to you moaning on our boat.”
Her eyes close as she shivers, her hips coming back to meet my thrusting fingers, but it’s not enough to make her come. I make sure of it, and she groans in frustration. “Kalen,” she demands.
“Yes, princess?” I tease.
“Enough fucking talking, or I’ll go out there and fuck your brother instead. Or Riggs or Fin or all bloody three.”
I freeze and then give her exactly what she wants.
Me.
Adding another finger, I curl them inside her, stroking her inner wall as I drop to my knees, releasing her neck, and suck her clit into my mouth. She cries out loudly as I fuck her relentlessly with my fingers and add my teeth to her clit. It sends her over the edge, her cunt squeezing around me, her thighs too as she screams her release for them to hear. I yank my fingers out and stand, then I grab her neck with my other hand, dragging it up until her eyes open—only then do I suck my fingers clean, making her moan.
“You could try,” I snap and kick her legs farther apart until she wobbles, until it’s on the verge of hurting her. Until she can’t escape me. “The only way you are leaving this room is with my cum dripping from that greedy cunt.”
I squeeze her neck when she tries to talk, stopping whatever insult she would have thrown at me as I press my hard cock to her pussy. I let her feel the huge length, the same fucking length that will be inside of her bratty fucking body, reminding her exactly who she’s messing with.
She rubs against me, spurring me on. I let her, my cock sliding between her pussy lips, getting it all nice and wet for me. The smell of her musk makes my nostrils flare, driving me wild.
Only when I’ve teased her enough do I let go of her neck, grab both hips, and lift her legs from the floor. She has to clutch the counter to hold on as I line up and slam inside of her tight little cunt. I fight through her channel as she cries out, jerking and struggling in my hold. I pull out and slam back in, again and again, until I’m balls deep.
Then, I show her what I’d been holding back. I ram into her over and over. The sound of our skin slapping together is loud, but not as loud as her moans. I fuck her like I own her, like every inch of her belongs to me, and I show her exactly why she should fight, why she should stay.
I show her how much I love her with each thrust.
Her pussy is so wet, it drips, the wet sound turning me on like nothing else, in a way only my princess can. I need her so much, I can’t even catch my breath, like I will die without being inside her. I watch my huge cock spear in and out of her tight little hole, stretching around me. Her clit is engorged, begging for more.
She’s taking everything I offer.
I meet her eyes in the mirror, a snarl on my lips as I watch her. “I want to watch your face while you come all over my dick.”
She groans, licking her lips as I drag her hips higher, the new angle making her crazy and tossing her off that ledge. She screams her release, her eyes slamming closed in bliss as her cunt clamps down on me. I have to fight in and out of her pussy as she practically squirts across me.
“Kalen!” she hollers when I reach down and slap her clit.
Pulling out of her fluttering channel, I turn her, lift her, and force her to wrap her legs around me. Her eyes are still closed as I slam back into her, fighting through her cunt until I’m buried balls deep again. She cries out, the others no doubt hearing, but I don’t give a fuck. I argue with her because I care, and now I get to reap the rewards. Her hands come up, holding my shoulders as I turn us and slam her into the wall and fuck her.
I’m getting all my anger, fear, and worry out in her body, forcing her to take it all. Her moans become louder and louder, her cream dripping on my cock and balls.
“Kay,” she cries, her pussy squeezing me. Grunting, I try to hold back my release, wanting this to last, to stare into those dazed, lust-filled eyes with her tight cunt wrapped around me. But I can’t, especially when she leans in and kisses me like she needs me to breathe.
It explodes out of me, dragging her with me. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my release as I grunt into her mouth. Cum splashes inside of her as I still, pressing my hand to the wall to hold us up as my legs shake from the force of my release.
We have to break apart to breathe, and she presses her parted lips to my sweaty shoulder, her body shaking as she holds me tight. “Don’t give up on me,” she begs.
“Never, princess,” I reply breathlessly.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Tyler
They are finally quiet in the bathroom. Riggs and Fin left about ten minutes ago, unable to focus or be here with her screaming in the other room. I understand, I wanted to leave too. There is jealousy in me, sadness too, even though my cock is hard from the sounds she’s making, but she needs me.
She needs him too, but when she comes out, red faced, and looks at me, I’m ready with my arms open. She rushes into my embrace, climbing into the bed and hiding her face in my chest as I cover us both. I know Peyton better than I know myself, and right now, she’s struggling. It’s the same way she struggled after she lost her father. I saw her losing herself then, and I see it again now.
She has such a big heart that when it gets broken, it’s hard for her to recover. It’s the very reason I love her, but it also hurts her. I just hope she doesn’t run away this time to try and fix it.
Kalen comes out and nods at me, and without a word, he leaves. I’m grateful. I love the bastard, but I want to smack him
for making her cry, although I know it was necessary—we were losing her again. He brought her back in a way none of us ever could by pushing her, so even though I’m jealous and annoyed, I relax and hold my girl. She might have fucked him, but she’s in my arms right now and that’s enough.
“I’ve got you, baby. Always,” I promise, kissing her head, and we fall asleep just like that, wrapped in each other’s arms with her tears wetting my chest as she cries herself to sleep.
I wake up a few hours later, confused, warm, and hard. I pry my eyes open when I feel lips. They are pressing against my chest in soft, chaste kisses. I blink and meet Peyton’s eyes as she rolls them up to mine. She’s straddling my waist, and her bare pussy is pressed against my stomach. Her hair is dry and wavy, and she’s naked as she rubs herself on me. I watch, half asleep and turned on as she kisses down my abs and pulls down my boxers, but then I stop her. I reach down and cup her cheek.
“Baby, we don’t need to—” I start, my voice rough from sleep.
“I want to,” she insists, and cuts me off by sucking my cock into her mouth, making me groan. My hips lift, even as I try to fight through the haze of lust I’ve woken up in thanks to her. She needs me right now. She needs reality, she needs healing and love, but her eyes dare me to stop her as she sucks me deeper, all the way to the back of her throat.
“Baby, I promise we’re okay. Let’s go back to sleep—” I groan as she pops her mouth free of my length, squeezing with her other hand as she continues to stroke me. My breathing picks up as I fight it.
“I don’t want to sleep, do you?” She arches a brow. “I want to forget, I want to fuck the man I love.”
“Peyton.”
“Do you want me?” she asks.
“Always.” I frown as she squeezes me harder, making me gasp.