Page 51 of The War Revision
“Not if-if it’s a f-fucking sun-shining—” He stops for a moment seemingly enjoying my fingers pumping in and out. “Sexy-dimple, genuine, warm, loving smile that is going to make me jizz in less than ten seconds.”
“Well, I am happy.” I increase the tempo with my fingers.
“Happy I’m miserable without you?” he breaths out.
His words make me grin even bigger. “If that’s what you need to get some sanity, to help you remember you’re mine, fuck yes!”
“You’re the Devil, you know that?” He glares at me, but his hands finally resume the stroking.
“You keep telling me,” I utter hoarsely, quickly bucking my hips and fucking his fists. “But no more misery from now on. Only pleasure. I’m going to fuck you so hard later, someone is really going to call the cops,” I snarl, catching his lower lip between my teeth and sucking hard.
“God yes! Do that.” He lets go of our cocks and jumps on me like a goddamn ninja monkey, making me dangerously stumble back. My hands grab his ass, while he wraps his arms and legs around me.
And I just lightly huff, sinking my nose in his silky hair, enjoying the feel of him against me. Who would have ever thought?
“You’re going to crush me under your solid body one of these days.”
“Can’t kill the Devil,” he counters while sucking on my neck.
I sigh weakly, walking toward his bedroom.
“Want to see my name on your pec,” he suddenly says while opening the buttons of my shirt. I stop advancing.
“You mean a tattoo?” I ask him, playing with the image in my mind.
I feel him nodding while he continues peppering kisses all over my chest.
I hum, not really able to think clearly when his mouth is latched on my nipple, sucking and lapping at it.
Kaiden lets it go, and after blowing on the hard nub, he timidly asks. “What happened with your family? And the engagement?”
I sigh deeply, and reaching his unmade bed, I sit on it, my back to the headboard and Kaiden still on my lap. “I told them I couldn’t do it.”
“Did they really expect you to marry a woman to help them with a deal?” He’s rubbing my bare chest and the circular movements of his light fingers are incredibly soothing.
“Yeah.”
“After the way they treated you?” He sounds incredulous. I brush the scar on his eyebrow, moving my thumb down his cheek and shoulder.
“Since I was a kid, they instilled—forced down my throat is more accurate—the importance of our family name, our legacy, our duty to society. Keeping appearances is vital for them. They demand perfection. What I wear, my posture, the way I speak, how I fucking hold my fork has to be flawless. Because I reflect upon my family and any deviation from what is expected of me is met with sharp disappointment. I had to work tirelessly to maintain perfection. It’s like carrying a heavy weight on my shoulders at all times, a burden that leaves little room to breathe.” My tone is bitter, the many memories hard to swallow. “I know I should be thankful for the privileged life I had. Especially after you told me about your childhood,” I sigh guiltily.
“Hey, don’t dampen your pain because you think I had it worse,” he says indignantly. “In a way, I did, but I wasn’t alone. I had Jordie and Frank. Who did you have?”
I shrug. “I felt freedom for the first time in college, away from them I was finally able to be myself. And I met Russel.” A small smile tilts my lips at the thought of my friend.
“That’s when you told them about your sexual preferences?” He gives a light peck to the corner of my mouth.
I nod. “When my father called me a few months ago, he told me he was regretful about the time he let pass with no contact. But it was all a lie. Today he admitted that he’d have never called me if this deal wasn’t vital to the family.” I let out an empty laugh. “I was just a means to an end. And since, once again, I disappointed them, my mother let me know that if I didn’t marry Liza they would disinherit me for real.”
“I’m sorry, but your parents are dicks.”
I snort at his crude words. “Yeah, they are.”
After a minute, Kaiden asks, “How much would you have inherited?” Seeing my frown, he adds, “I don’t like the idea of you sacrificing what’s rightful yours for me.”
“It wasn’t only for you, prima donna.” I pinch his side, making him jump with a shriek.
He glares at me. “But I’m the main reason.”
