Page 27 of Dead Woman Walking

A sigh escapes him as he leans down and kisses the top of my breasts. His hand pulls me into his lap, pressing me against his growing cock.

My hips hump against his growing member, earning groans from deep in his chest.

“Don’t tease me, if all you want is attention.” He lifts his head, eyes locking on mine. “I wouldn’t mind watching a movie and cuddling with you.”

“I want you…” I shake my head, clit rubbing right across his pulsing vein. A moan escapes me as my body grows hotter. I am used to having sex with them daily, most of the time with more than one. I’ve gone almost the last week without them.

Kyler wraps his arm around my hips and lifts me into the air. The sound of his gamer friends shouting at me fills the air, but his bright eyes are locked on me. With ease, he carries me past the kitchen to his bedroom at the back of the house. The lighting changes from light and airy to a deep desire red. He kicks the door closed, and he moves to sit on the bed.

My eyes snap to the mirror above the top of the headboard. Instantly, I stiffen. My heavy breasts are somehow hidden behind his muscular body, but I can see the curves and rolls on my body. I continue to pick at my image as he kisses up my neck. I want to get lost in the pleasure and in him, but I am stuck on me.

“Are you okay?” Ky notices the shift in energy and pulls back immediately, making me sigh. His hand cups my chin, guiding my face toward him, but our eyes don’t meet. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I quickly blurt.

His brows pull as he shifts me so my legs are around his waist and I sit on his lap comfortably. “Talk to me, baby.”

Silence fills the air as he waits for me to fill it.Maybe I shouldn’t have come out of the room; Maybe I’m not ready for this.

“I don’t like… all the mirrors,” I whisper finally.

His eyes lift to the one that is above us. This is Kyler’s personality. He loves watching from every angle he can. If he could just have a bed in the middle of the room of mirrors, he would. “Why? You’ve never mentioned not liking them. Why now?”

My tongue wets my lips, wishing a lie could slip from my mouth, but my men always make me feel comfortable and give me more than enough space to breathe. “I don’t want to look at myself.”

Silence fills the air, and I feel his eyes burning into me. I don’t dare to look at him.

“Why?”

My throat dries as I remember all of West’s words about me being a whore, ugly, and fat. It has been plaguing my mind more than anything.

“Because of thosefucks? You’re going to let them ruin the years of work you put into yourself. Even though you had no more water, you still poured into your cup,” he snaps, voice a bit uneven. “Get up.”

“What?” My eyes snap to him.Is he kicking me out?

“Up.Now,” he snaps.

Quickly, I stand from his lap.

“On the bed, face the mirror.”

“Ky—”

His fingers wrap around my throat. “Did I say speak? On the bed and face the fucking mirror, Artemis.”

I swallow. Part of me hates making him genuinely pissed off at me, but the other part thinks this is kind of hot. Slowly, I climb onto the bed and crawl to the mirror, sitting on my knees before it.

Quietly, he adjusts me so I am almost on all fours before the mirror. My back is arched a bit, ass sticking out. “Look at yourself.”

My eyes finally snap to myself, seeing someone I’m not sure I know anymore.

“Say ‘I’m beautiful, no matter what size.’” He encourages.

The words scramble in my throat, watering down until I can release them.

Smack!

His palm slams against my ass, hard.

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