Page 44 of Restrained

It’s not long before she’s coming around my cock and I'm emptying inside of her, one hand in her hair and the other still strumming her clit. My teeth nip along her neck. I want her for myself. A sick feeling of wanting to keep her and never letting her go washes over me. I feel oddly possessive.

She leans back against my chest as my dick begins to soften inside her before I pull out and lay back on the bed, taking her body with mine. She rolls so her chest is against mine and looks into my eyes. “This is so strange.”

I know what she means. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

She presses a kiss to my lips and then climbs off my body, my own shuddering at the loss of contact as I sit up and watch her walk in only those heels out of my room.

Where the fuck is she going?

She returns with a small, cardboard bakery box in her hands, a fork and a lighter. “Where did that come from?”

She shrugs. “I had it in my bag.”

She grabs my dress shirt from the floor, pulling it on over her shoulders. Although I hate seeing her covered, I don’t hate her in my shirt. She brings out my inner caveman, that’s for sure.

“What is it?”

She smiles and sits down on the bed. “I missed your birthday.”

She opens the box with a slice of what appears to be lemon cake inside with two candles, one a three and the other a zero. She lights them and then places the lighter on the table next to my bed. “You were with me on my birthday.”

She smiles again, a wickedly sweet, sexy smile on her beautiful face. “I didn’t like you then.” She laughs. “And we were working. That doesn’t count.”

I stare at the cake. I can’t remember the last time I celebrated a birthday. My grandma tried, but I wasn’t fond of them even as a little kid after I moved in with her.

“Make a wish and blow them out.”

My eyes meet hers. “I don’t believe in wishes.”

Her face nears mine. “Well. I. Do.” She takes a deep breath and looks down at the cake between us. “At least now.”

Again, guilt fills my body, and I hate I’m giving her false hope. Like I could be good in her life when all I'm destined for is to bring strife, a curse that will destroy her.

“Blow them out, Hayden.”

I take a deep breath and look down at the flickering candles, making the only wish I can think of.

That she won’t hate me forever.

I blow the candles out, and she smiles, her finger swiping through the frosting and then bringing it to my lips. “You have to take the first bite. It’s a rule.”

“Where did you get all these rules?”

She laughs as I bring the tip of her finger to my mouth, sucking off the frosting and making her swallow tightly. “My mother. She always tried.”

“And failed?”

She shrugs her shoulders, taking her own taste of the cake’s frosting using the same finger that was just in my mouth. “She always tried to make us the perfect family, but we just weren’t.”

“No family is perfect.”

“She wanted us to be for my father. I guess she hoped that way he’d stop cheating on her.”

I bristle, her father sounds like a real fucking dick, and I hope I never meet him. “That’s sad.”

She doesn’t argue and hands me the fork. “Here’s to thirty.”

I take the fork from her, securing a bite of cake, but instead of bringing it to my mouth, I move it to her lips. She smiles, opening her mouth and allowing me to feed her. My heart thrums in my chest, aching, knowing I need to come clean.

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