Page 52 of Seduce & Destroy

She growled and flipped our positions so that she was now on top of me. “Family obligation.”

I let out a yelp as her fingers invaded my entrance. The palm of her hand hitting my throbbing clit repeatedly as she slammed into me. It wasn’t necessarily pleasurable but boy, was it needed.

“What’s the real reason?”

My attempt to pull away was fleeting. Her hands clamped down on my hips and pussy and held me still as her fingers’ pace escalated.

“You.” She breathed. I didn’t have the mental capacity to decide whether that was a line or not, but my heartbeat jumped at the notion.

With my eyes, I begged for relief as the relentless movement of her fingers had me climbing to a climax fast. The glint in her eye was suspicious as she maintained my gaze. Her lips found a nipple and bit down on it.

“Trust me, Laney. Trust me.”

“I’m trying.” Anger embedded in my voice. I bucked at her hand willing her to touch my clit more, but she didn’t. Her fingers on a rough pounding trajectory. “Please.”

“You like me, princess?” She said without mercy. “Prove it.”

I was too far gone to question her words. I just wanted her to touch my clit. Was that so hard? But Kenna was calculating, so I needed to change tact.

“I just want this to be genuine,” I said between moans and yelps. Her pace was unstopping. Some of the angles hurt. “I don’t want to doubt myself.”

“So, don’t doubt me!” She punched one last finger into me before grabbing my throat with one hand and pushing her mouth onto my mound, sucking hard. “Come for me.”

The first crash was sharp.

The second relieved.

“Good girl,” Kenna said.

And the third calming as my release faded.

We caught our breaths together as we came to lay side by side. I kissed her shoulder, and she kissed my head. Silence filled the space. The echoes of our pleasure are long gone, except for the evidence left by the stickiness of my sheets.

Then, the weight of the day fell on my head. My character unmasked. And I stared at the new artwork that hung proudly above my fireplace.

“I feel sick.” I said, a migraine was hitting the inside of my skull in a chorus. “I’m going to sleep.” I winced as my head touched the pillow but tried to focus on the way that Kenna’s fingers lightly massaged the top of my head. “Stay with me…all the time…don’t leave my sight, love,” I mumbled as I was consumed by the pity of sleep but dreamt of the girl in the bathroom as a tear slipped down my cheek.

Chapter 20

KENNA

Isnuck out of her room before she woke.

It was easy to find who I was looking for. He was sitting with the other boys in the mess hall. His dark clothing was spotted with dust, as if he’d been crawling in a loft or down in the wine cellar. When he saw me approach, he didn’t look happy.

I walked up to him with little fanfare. “Laney’s sick.”

Blood drained from his face. “How so?”

“Mentally,” I said, but stumbled. Her personality switched on me last night. I couldn’t deny that it was hot, her in control, on top of me. It defied everything that I had ever done, but I couldn’t stop analysing her behaviours as if it were precursor to a psychotic break. Not to mention the migraine that followed, as if the mental strain had manifested into a corporeal ache. “And physically too. She gets migraines and…”

“Fainting?” Neenan finished for me.

“Yes.”

“Find Richard Ravencroft.” He said, sternly. My double step didn’t elicit confidence. “Now.”

It wasn’t fear that made me hesitant, but I can’t admit to Richard that I can’t solve this issue. Doubt was already behind his eyes every time that he saw me. If harm befell his daughter, his finger would point toward me faster than lightning and strike me through the heart as a result. I deserve more than dying on a man’s stake.

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