Page 43 of Moments of Madness (The Hunters)

The only problem is her face has gone red, her chin high, and her eyes protrude as anger radiates from her.

“Th-that…” she stutters, unable to form words. “Fuck. You!” Kalilah storms off, and I have to hold back my chuckle as she stomps past me with her red ass and her blue-black back.

Quickly, I jump up and follow her, grabbing hold before she can walk into her room. Then I spin her around. “Women like to be degraded during sex… It’s a damn turn-on,” I explain.

I see the tears building in her eyes, and I don’t know if I have ever seen her cry and it hits me hard.

What is she doing to me?

I wouldn’t even share her with my brother, which is so foreign to me. I had no problem sharing Lilly with him and anyone before her, but Kalilah is different.

Why? I have no idea.

She swipes angrily at her eyes. “Don’t say that to me ever again. I don’t like it.”

Promptly, I lean in and wipe under her eyes with my thumbs and lock my gaze with hers. “I don’t think of you like that. I think you are amazing.”

Her eyes go wide at my words, and she whispers, “Thank you,” but she pulls away. Kalilah takes a few steps, stops but doesn’t turn around, and says, “I need help washing my back. Would you?”

I nod even though she can’t see me and follow her to the bathroom. She turns the faucets for the shower and steps in. I trail close behind and step in under the hot water.

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she admits, and I reach for the soap and start to gently wash her back.

“Did you enjoy it?” I ask.

She leans into my touch.

“Yes. Is that bad?” She looks over her shoulder at me with her haunted eyes.

“No. Pleasure is never something to be ashamed of. You should embrace it,” I tell her. “But I won’t be doing that again.”

She looks away and nods her head. “You did it with her, right?” she asks.

“I did,” I say. “Lilly loved the pain. She loved to be watched and admired by more than one man. I’m amazed she’s married, to be honest.”

Lilly’s a masochist and enjoyed having more than one partner at the same time, and I liked it. She was easy to share, and I never got jealous. I’m not really sure why, nor do I think I even want to understand the why of it.

“She doesn’t love him, just so you’re aware. The way she was looking at you, it’s not her husband she loves,” she says.

“I don’t love her. I never did. She was just there, filling up unused space which she tried to live in. When I broke it off with her, she went crazy. Told me I would come back to her and that she knew better.

“When I didn’t return to her after the first month, she showed up begging me to take her back. I told her no, but Lilly returned again and again. Until one day, she stopped showing up. Not long after, I got an invite to her wedding. I contemplated not going, but in the end, I’m glad I did. Not only so I knew for sure I was over her, but because that’s where I met you.”

She turns around to face me with a smile on her lips. “Let’s not forget you basically told me I had to come with you or I’d be dead.”

“It was the truth.” I shrug.

Kalilah smirks and rubs her hands over the soap before she starts washing me. My cock twitches at her touch, and her hand slides lower to cup my balls and then she grabs hold of my dick. “You make me so tired,” she mumbles.

“In the best possible way.”

She nods but doesn’t loosen her grip as she strokes me slowly. I should tell her to stop. But I can’t. My hands frame her face, and before I know it, my lips are on hers. I kiss her, and she kisses me back, opening her mouth so I have full access. My hands thread through her hair, and this time I don’t pull. I hold on for dear life though, and wonder what the fuck this tiny woman is doing to me.

And, more importantly, how can I make it stop?

“She’s asleep.” I turn to see Kenzo at my bedroom door, looking like he hardly slept at all.

“And it looks like you haven’t slept at all,” I reply.

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