Page 45 of Ruthless

“Then I’ll work on it with you.” She tips up on her toes and presses her lips to mine.

I take that as my answer and lift her by her ass, bracing her against the marble wall. She lets out a gasp of shock from the cold, and I take full advantage. My tongue slips inside her mouth, deepening the kiss until I’m not sure where she ends and I begin, only pulling back when the lack of oxygen finally gets to us. I rest my forehead against hers and let out another long breath. My thumb strokes the seam where her hip and thigh meet, going no further. There’s nothing sexual about it. I want her to know that this means everything. For the first time in forever, I exist in the moment. I don’t get caught up in all of the bullshit that filters through my head.

Her soft hands rub across my back, showing special attention to every scar, every imperfection on my skin. She’s letting me know without words that she’s accepting all of me—all the jagged and rough pieces. Fuck me; she’s perfect.

“Fuck, Ken.” The hand that’s still around her ass clamps down, and like she can read my mind, her hips tilt up, grinding her core against me. “I want to go slow and make this good for you, but I don’t think I can.”

“Then don’t.” The blacks of her pupils almost swallow the blue of her eyes whole as she rests her head against the marble and bites down on her bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me.”

That’s all the permission I need, and I slam into her in one hard thrust. She’s wet and tight and like coming fucking home. Her heels dig into my ass as I pump in and out of her. My Apadravya piercing hits that place deep inside her that has her toes curling. I slip the hand that was on her hip down and pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger. Her head falls back, and her pussy instantly clamps down on my dick.

“The doctor wasn’t kidding. You really are extra sensitive down here.” I grit my teeth and focus on anything other than how good her pussy feels. Otherwise, this will be over before it’s even started. And I’m not ready for this to be over. I want to draw this feeling out as long as I can.

“You remember that?” She gazes up at me through hooded eyes.

“I remember everything when it comes to you.” A muscle in my jaw jerks as I see the tears pool in her eyes.

“I do too,” she whispers as she places her fingers through the hoop of my nipple piercings and gives them a light tug. “Do you still need it?”

I stare down at her, a knot forming in my throat when I realize what she’s asking. “Please.” My voice is as thick as the demons trapped inside my head. I’ve laid my soul bare, but this isn’t something that’ll ever change.

She tugs until I feel the first bite of pain ignites my blood. My balls tighten as I pull all of the way out and slam back inside her welcoming heat, relishing in that realization. I get lost in the motion, reveling in the feel of her pussy wrapped around my dick.

The water has chilled around us, but neither one of us gives a fuck about that. Nothing exists in this moment, but her and I.

“Where’s my Hummingbird?”

She hums, and I let out a groan of approval. With each thrust of my hips, her cries of pleasure get louder and louder. I cover her mouth with the palm of my hand to muffle her screams. Her moans of pleasure belong to me and me alone.

“Quiet, or your dad will hear how bad of a girl you really are.” I suck the lobe of her ear between my teeth and bite down. Her body shudders under my touch.

She nods, but I need to hear her say the word. “That’s not good enough, Ken. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yessss,” she hisses out. “I promise.”

“Good girl.” And since she’s such a good girl, I reward her. My hips thrust inside her even deeper, yet it’s still not deep enough. My toes curl as my feet dig into the marble for traction, and my balls tighten. I explode inside her with a loud groan. My heart is racing as I watch her plump tits heave up and down. Her perfect pale skin is now a pink flush all over. Both of us are painting as we just watch the other.

“Can we do that again?” She smiles up at me and fuck, that’s everything.

“We have all night.” Once we’re out of the shower, I keep to my word. I fuck her until we’re both too exhausted to remember or care about the bullshit that awaits us tomorrow. It can wait.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Kennedy

I wake up tangled in the same black sheets as I have for the last four days—alone and in a room that isn’t mine. After the heart-to-heart we had in the shower, things haven’t been as strained between us. Zane still refuses to sleep next to me. He’ll come in and screw me into exhaustion. I pass out and wake up to an empty bed.

He hasn’t been going out of his way to avoid me, but there’s still something messing with his head. I can see it in the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention, like I might disappear at any moment. The dark circles under his eyes aren’t helping matters. I’d be more worried if it were just him, but his brothers have also been acting stranger than normal.

My full bladder reminds me of how other things are changing. I drop my gaze down to my chest, which has seemed to have doubled in size even more, and I groan. I’m falling out of the only bra I have with me. I throw the sheets aside, grab my glasses, and stumble into the bathroom to do my business. When I look in the mirror, I look like a hopeless mess. The cuts from the car chase have scabbed over and are starting to heal. I’m in nothing but one of Zane’s oversized T-shirts that comes down to my knees. If it weren’t for Charlee or Kelsey showing me where the laundry room was, the only pair of clothes I brought with me would still be dirty. I can’t keep scrounging for clothes from the small bag we packed from my dad’s place. I’m sure it will not go over well, but I need to swing by my apartment today to check on things and grab some more clothing. With how overprotective Zane is being, I’m sure convincing him to stay at my place is off the table.

A heavy sigh leaves me as I slip my only pair of black leggings on underneath Zane’s T-shirt. I’m too lazy to change my top half, and it still smells like its owner. I pinch the top of the collar and bring it to my nose, inhaling deep. The familiar smell of Juicy Fruit and sandalwood hits me and causes a rush of heat to gather between my legs. My thighs squeeze together as I remember how his beard tickles my inner thighs and his tongue strokes my clit. These damn hormones are making it hard to think of anything else. I fight the urge to take care of myself and walk out to see what everyone else is doing. I find the entire family having breakfast at a long oak table in the kitchen. It seats at least ten and is overflowing with food. The mixture of so many smells is overwhelming to my senses and has nausea churning in my stomach. I breathe through my nose, doing my best to let it settle. The last thing I want to do is spend another morning puking. It usually hits me mid-afternoon, but it’s becoming more of an all-day thing the last few days. To take my mind off of the overwhelming feeling building inside my stomach, I focus on the people around the table.

Charlee’s at the far end feeding Lilly, who’s in a high chair next to her. Lily is shoving tiny handfuls of scrambled eggs into her mouth, and what doesn’t make it ends up on the floor. Her dark hair is sticking out all over the place as her green eyes follow her mother’s every move. Asher is on the other side, watching them with that same stone-cold expression on his face. I’m not even sure the man knows how to smile. Kelsey is sitting next to Axel, and they are lost in their own conversation. But it’s the brooding, bearded man at the end that makes my pulse quicken.

Zane’s long dark hair is thrown up in a messy bun as usual, and his biceps strain underneath the fabric of his navy shirt. His head hangs over his plate, and his beard almost ends up in his pancakes while he eats. His blue eyes are zoned out in front of him, and he’s lost in his head, wearing that same strained expression that I’ve seen on his face once before.

I lean against the wall and take in more of the family scene unfolding in front of me. It’s all very normal, something I haven’t had since my mother died. A small sigh escapes me as I continue to watch, feeling like an outsider looking in. All eyes come to me the second they hear me, and I realize I was louder than I thought. I’m also standing there in Zane’s T-shirt. It’s a little unnerving for me to be the center of attention. I shuffle on my feet as I push my glasses farther up my nose, wishing for the room to swallow me whole.

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