Page 84 of Bared Betrayal
Kallie looks at me with a combination of lust and relief. She knows this is where she belongs, and that’s exactly what I want—for her to feel like my cock is meant for only her pleasure. No one else’s.
She climbs on top of me, straddling me, her tight, slick heat wrapping around my shaft. She’s so wet and hot that another wave of pleasure shoots through me.
I brush her hair from her face, cradling her cheek in my palm. “Are you going to be a good girl and sit still?”
“I can’t promise anything.”
I pull at her hair, her head jerking back. “I believe you meant to say ‘Yes, sir.’”
Her delicate throat bobs as she swallows, and her pretty pink lips part. “Yes…sir.”
“That’s my girl.”
I move my waist ever so slightly and watch her eyes close. “That’s not fair,” she murmurs, licking her lips like she just tasted heaven.
“No one saidI’mnot allowed to move. Now, shut up, sit still, and keep my dick warm while I try to catch up with the work I’m missing because I can’t get myself to leave you.”
Her gaze softens, her expression painted with an emotion I’ve never seen before. I’m taken aback when she leans down, places her cheek on my chest, and nestles into me. I pause for a second, a wave of emotion hitting me like a hurricane, and suddenly nothing else matters. Not work. Not obedience. Not Sebastian. Nothing matters but this moment right now.
I drop my phone and wrap my arms tightly around her back, drawing my knees up so my cock doesn’t slip out of her. All this time, when we’re together, she’s shown me her submission. But this is different. It feels different. And in that moment, I know…she’s mine.
I feel like the luckiest bastard in all of existence right now. My heart is no longer pulsing inside my chest. It’s beating in hers.
There’s a knock on the door, and I curse under my breath. “Goddammit. Stay here,” I say, gently easing her off me and wincing as I slip out of her. “I’ll be right back.” I pull on my jeans before stomping through the suite.
I fling open the door. “What is it?”
The concierge hands me a large envelope. “Someone dropped this off at the front desk.”
“Thank you,” I say as I take it from him and give him a hundred-dollar bill before closing the door. I start to open the envelope as I walk back to the bedroom, but I stop dead in my tracks when I find Kallie in bed, fast asleep. Conflicted doesn’t begin to describe my emotions as I take in the sight of her sleeping form. She’s even more beautiful when she’s not trying so hard to be strong, to prove to everyone around her that she’s not broken. But by God, those broken pieces form the most stunning creature I’ve ever lain eyes on.
I lean against the doorframe and take a moment to look at her. This woman, this enigma who has taken me by storm, has now managed to become the center of my universe. Everything I’ve been doing lately revolves around her; she wholly consumes my mind and thoughts. This undeniable attraction I feel toward her is no longer just that. It’s more. Something deeper. More profound. The thought of being without her has me feeling emptier than I ever have. It’s like a part of myself that was missing until now has been found…in her. The little thief has managed to steal my heart, and I’m helpless against it.
Deciding to let her sleep, I close the bedroom door and head to the kitchen, grabbing myself a bottle of sparkling water before I sit on the couch. I rip open the envelope and shake it out on the coffee table.
Ice explodes in my gut, and I stop breathing. It’s a newspaper printout about Maya Pearson’s suicide, about how her and her older sister’s abduction and weeks spent with a psychopath led to her taking her life.
“Jesus Christ.” I glance down the hall to ensure Kallie is still in the bedroom. She can’t see this. It would wreck her if she found out about it being delivered here. How the fuck did they know she was here and not at home? Someone’s watching her, watching us.
I throw the printout back on the table and look for a note, something, anything to tell me who sent this.
Fuck!
My instincts soar, and the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced Elenor is involved. This has that manipulating bitch written all over it, but why? What does she have to gain by playing these games with Kallie?
I think it’s high time Elenor Stone and I had a chat—one evil fucker to another. She will be sorely disappointed when she discovers I’m no longer a scared teenager who will be intimidated by the likes of her. This woman took my family from me once. I will not allow her to hurt anyone else I care for.
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The Stone estateis in a rich but dated area of Chicago filled with gilded aged mansions full of old money. I drive past the gate, not bothering to park my car along the side but instead right in front of Elenor’s fucking porch.
I’m about to hammer my fists into the carved wooden door when the butler opens it.
“Can I help you, sir?” he says, looking down his pointed nose at me.
“I need to see Mrs. Stone immediately.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
