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“Oh no you don’t, vicious one,” he growls. “You don’t get to be the dominant one here.” I don’t have the strength to stop him from rolling us back over. As he does he lifts up my legs, pressing my thighs to my chest, opening me wide for him as he leans back on his knees and takes a few moments to stare at my wet pussy on display. “So beautiful,” he murmurs before entering me once more. His hands hold my legs in a bruising grip, and I can tell he’s getting close and I’m right there with him as his cock hits that perfect spot.

“I’m about to come, Eagan. Fuck, I’m about to come.”

“Then come, vicious one,” he growls and once again reaches between us to play with my clit. We roar as we come together, stars filling my vision and I swear I lose consciousness for a second. Eagan’s hips stutter as he comes to a stop.

I was wrong. I thought the last orgasm was the best I’ve ever had but this one just topped it and every other one before it. Eagan collapses onto me, the sweat slickens our skin and my long hair is plastered to both our bodies. He nuzzles into my neck for such a brief moment that I almost miss it before he rolls to his side.

“Rest, Kairi, I’ll go clean up.” My eyes drift closed, my need for his touch finally sated. I’m woken up for a fleeting moment when Eagan uses a warm washcloth to clean between my legs. I’m surprised at his gentleness and the care he takes. I’m even more shocked when he climbs into bed beside me.

He sighs. “Go to sleep, vicious one. We’ll talk in the morning.” Once again I comply and, in seconds fall asleep with the warmth of Eagan’s chest pressed to my back.

Chapter 30

My eyes drift open, my eyelids heavy and my sight blurry from sleep. It takes me a few heartbeats for my awareness to return and for me to realize where I am. I’m in bed.I’m in bed with a siren. A siren whose very naked ass is pressed against my cock that is hard again.I mentally berate myself for getting myself into this position, for not being strong enough to resist her seduction. But fuck, I’ve never,ever, had sex like that before. I would say Kelly and I had a decent sex life, but it was boring. It was enjoyable and got the job done, but it lacked passion, like so many other areas of our lives. Something that last night with Kairi certainly did not. We were explosive together like sparks igniting into a raging inferno.

The way she tried to take charge half-heartedly but submitted to me so willingly was something I didn’t know that I craved. Having her throat beneath my fingers, her lust-filled eyesholding mine with the recognition that I held her life in my hands. Twice now she has had my life in hers, but with her in that position, I knew that all I had to do was apply more pressure, and I would cut off her air. She is so fragile in this body. So utterlybreakable.I don’t want to kill her or hurt her in a way that is not wanted. But if the way her eyes lit up with my bruising touches is any indication, she wants to feel pain with her pleasure as much as I want to inflict it.

I’m not certain that I regret what we did last night but I am surprised that I allowed myself to fall asleep wrapped around her small body. Kairi moves a little, still deep in sleep and I suppress a moan as she pushes her ass even more firmly into my cock. She’s a different kind of beautiful when she’s sleeping. Her long hair, tousled and tangled with sleep, fans out around her. I have to be careful not to get caught in it. I’m not normally the type of man to spoon after sex. I like my personal space. But I couldn’t resist the urge that pulled me back to her. I wasn’t able to stop myself from encouraging her to fall asleep naked in my bed, and when she did so, I positioned myself at her back with an arm under her head and the other around her waist. It took mere moments for me to join her in slumber.

Right now, our bodies are sweaty and stuck to each other. And I have to pee. The more awake I become the more I consider how intimate our current position is. It makes me feel uncomfortable, like I’m doing something wrong. Guilt churns my stomach when I consider how disrespectful my actions are to the memory of Don, Steve, and Brenton. I’m in bed with their murderer. I can’t imagine any scenario where this would be considered okay.

I can’t deny that the Kairi I have been spending time with over the last few days bears little resemblance to the creature of the sea I know she was. She’s funny, flirty, and energetic and I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. How is it possible that thesetwo vastly different sides exist within the same person? How can I know which one is the truth? I don’t want to give her the power to burn me. If I let my walls down, I’m afraid that is what she will do. The fear of her true nature taints my ability to feel completely at ease with what we are doing.

I run my hands over my face and through my hair. It’s better if I get out of bed now. With the way she’s pressed against me, I’m not sure I can resist waking her up and taking her again. Or forcing her head down so that I can feel her luscious, soft lips wrap around my cock. Or slipping my head under the covers to feast on her… fuck I’m in trouble.

Careful not to wake her, I gently pry myself away and untangle our limbs. I pause on the edge of the bed and watch her sleeping form. She looks so innocent like this. You would never expect her to be capable of violence and death. Yet the urge to wrap myself around her again hasn’t subsided.

I force myself to get up. It’s still very early in the morning and the sun has not risen yet. After relieving myself and spending some time convincing my dick to chill the fuck out, I resign myself to laying on the sofa. I’m pretty certain that I’m not going to be able to fall asleep again. I feel an odd sense of loneliness without her body pressed against me, and multiple times I almost give in to my thoughts and go back to her. Instead, I tuck myself into the sofa, moving around until I find a position that is somewhat comfortable before closing my eyes to try to catch a bit more sleep.

“Eagan,” the quiet voice pulls me from my dream of the ocean. I open my eyes to see Kairi standing close by. She’s wearing my t-shirt, and it looks like nothing else. I avert my gaze to the ceiling in a failed attempt to not get turned on from seeing her in my clothes.

“Why are you out here?” she asks, a tinge of vulnerability in her voice. I grunt in response, fully aware that I’m acting like a bit of an asshole. She comes over and sits beside me and I can’t help but flinch away from her at the touch of her hand. Hurt fills her eyes, and I’m once again frustrated with my conflicted emotions and morals. It feels like I can’t win. When I'm with her I'm disrespecting my work colleagues and when I push her away I'm hurting her.

“I’m sorry,” I say, trying to keep my voice gentle. “I’m just not sure if what we did last night was the right thing.” She nods her head but is unable to hide her disappointment.

“I just thought…” she trails off and I turn away from her not wanting to see the look of rejection in her eyes.

She shakes it off and jumps off the sofa. “Breakfast. I’ll get us some breakfast.” I don’t move from my position as I hear her bustling around the kitchen. I need to get out of the house for a bit. I’ve been wanting to catch up with Tom again, but because it’s a weekday he’s at work. I need to talk to him about what I can do to get my job back. These last couple of weeks at home have been good because I’ve been able to get back into a routine and I’ve also wanted to keep an eye on Kairi to make sure that not only is she safe from others, but that people are safe from her. Fortunately, she doesn’t appear to be a threat or be in danger herself so I’m confident that I can return to work. At some point, I’ll offer to try and help her find something to do with her time as well but that’s a problem for another day.

After our breakfast of toast and fruit—because Kairi doesn’t know how to cook, I let her know that I’m going out for the day. She shrugs her shoulders. “I’ll probably just stay here watching TV again,” she says forlornly. We haven't really discussed herplans for the long-term, but I think we will need to soon. She's restless being cooped up inside but I can also tell she's nervous to be out on her own.

“How about I give Sienna a call and ask her to come over later.” She brightens immediately at the suggestion. She seems to have bonded with Sienna immediately and although I’m wary of her around my sister, I’m quite certain that Kairi won’t do anything to jeopardize her new-found friendship.

I wonder how Sienna would react if she knew the truth about Kairi. Despite her career in science and her analytical disposition, Sienna is surprisingly open to most things. Even those that can’t really be explained or are hard to believe. She has always had the opinion that unless something has been irrefutably disproved by science, then there is the possibility that it exists. I know she even has a friend or two who dabble in witchcraft. Now that I think about it though, I’m sure that those friends areverydifferent from Vala and are not even close to having the abilities that she does. God, I hate thinking about Vala, and I hope we never have to deal with her again. Kairi fulfilled her end of the bargain so there should be absolutely no reason that we would ever have to cross paths with her. She can live on happily in her little cave with her creepy as fuck ravens, and I’ll go on pretending that she doesn’t exist. Win win.

The air around the apartment is stifling and Kairi and I continue to dance around each other. There is an awkwardness that didn’t exist before now, and I can tell that she is trying not to overstep. Her flirty looks and touches have disappeared, and honestly, I’m disappointed. I’ve only been awake for a couple of hours, but I know I have to get some space to think. I say goodbye to Kairi and leave her to her reality TV. She barely acknowledges me, and I feel a pang in my gut.

Chapter 31

Istart by going to the gym to try and burn off some of my excess energy. I had to get out of that apartment before I caved and fucked Kairi again. I thought having some time away from her, where I didn’t need to see her bright emerald eyes, her little nose that crinkles when she teases me or the long auburn hair that I want to wrap around my fist, would be good for me. Instead, I’ve just been fantasizing about all the positions I can fuck her in, what her ass would look like, bright red from my hand, and her cries as she screams my name. I take out my frustrations on the boxing bag suspended from the ceiling of the gym. I don’t bother wearing gloves, choosing instead to focus on the pain in my knuckles as I punch over and over again.

One, two.

One, two.

Jab. cross.

Jab, cross.

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