Page 75 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“No,” I say honestly. “Maybe I’m afraid of what he’ll do to you, baby Kingston.”

He splutters at the nickname my brother gave him and gapes at me, speechless.

I smirk. “Do you hate me?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

I bark out a laugh, smiling up at him with his head in my hands, my fingers brushing his messy hair back from his forehead.

He’s not laughing. He looks stunned. His face falls, and he stares into my eyes with a look I can’t even begin to read.

“Kai?”

“Fuck.” He sounds like he’s in pain. His hand falls away from my throat as he drops his face to the crook of my neck. “Fuck. I’m an idiot.”

“What? Why?”

“You smiled at me,” he mumbles against my skin.

Grabbing his jaw, I push his face back and stare at him like he’s lost his mind. “What?”

Instead of explaining himself, he takes my hand on his jaw and moves it around to the back of his head. Knowing what he wants, I run my other hand over his shoulder and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his warm body against mine.

“Good girl,” he whispers, moving inside me again. “So fucking good, baby.”

My pussy clenches around his dick at the praise, and he curses, grinding and fucking into me so deep that it makes me shout, “Fuck!”

He stops immediately. “Did that hurt?”

“No,” I gasp. “Do it again.”

He does, again and again, digging his fingers into my ass cheek while he covers my mouth with his and swallows the sounds leaving my throat.

He slips a finger between our lips, and I suck on it without instruction, grinning with his finger between my teeth when he raises a brow at me. Just when I think he’s about to use it to rub my clit, he slips his hand down beneath my ass and touches my asshole.

I squeak. “Kai.”

“Relax, baby.” He holds the back of my head, pulling my lips back to his. “I won’t put it in yet, I promise. Just let yourself feel it, okay?”

“What the fuck do you mean yet? I—” I jerk when I feel him circling my hole with his finger. “Jesus.”

Still moving inside me, he rubs it again, and I whimper, relaxing my muscles to feel it like he told me to.

“Oh my God, that—that’s gonna make me come.”

”Mhm.” He nods, feeling it. “Let it happen, baby. Make my dick wet.”

Something inside me snaps and shatters as pleasure overwhelms me. I pull his neck down to my mouth to muffle my screams. He grunts and tightens his grip on my head, pulling me into his flesh as if he wants me to suck on it. I sink my teeth into his pulse point and dig my nails into his ass. He slips the tip of his finger into my hole as he fills my pussy with his cum, prolonging my release and making me cry his name.

When it ends, my limbs stop working and I sink back into the sheets, physically and emotionally spent. He just fucked all the life out of me.

Breathing deeply with his forehead resting on mine, he brushes my hair out of my face, simply watching me be.

After a while, he pulls out and lays his head down on the pillow next to me, turning me toward him and pulling my chest into his, dragging my thigh up over his hip.

I need to get up, shower, and change my sheets, but I don’t move yet. I close my eyes instead, resting my head on his arm and allowing him to guide my hand to the side of his face. He kisses the inside of my wrist. I feel his knuckles brushing my ribs, up and down and back up again. The motion almost lulls me to sleep, but something’s keeping me awake, a stupid thought in the back of my mind that’s refusing to be ignored.

He won’t be here when I wake up.

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