“No, Jake. I can’t. Now, leave me the fuck alone!” I yelled at him, not because I wanted to, but because of Kester’s brutality on my vagina.
I heard Jake slowly retreat without saying another word, probably blaming himself for putting me in a foul mood.
Kester immediately dropped me to my feet, “You chose to be stubborn, huh?” He asked, turning me around to face the wall while he stood behind me.
He made me arch my back just a little, and before I could register what he was doing, I felt his hot, hard dick sliding into me again, even though I was already raw and sore.
He had fucked me to the point where I was almost dry, but he didn’t care. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, while his other hand clamped over my mouth from behind, silencing my cries.
I sobbed into his hand, the pain and the pleasure warring within me, a confusing, overwhelming mix of sensations. My vision blurred, not just from tears but from the dizzying pleasure that threatened to consume me. It was too much to process at once.
And then, just like that, the world went black. I felt strong arms catching me from behind, preventing me from collapsing to the floor.
My body felt wrecked.
Heavy. Aching. Used.
A deep, raw soreness pulsed from the very core of me, leaving me feeling fragile and weak. My limbs felt like lead, heavy and reluctant to move.
I fought to open my eyes, my lashes sticky with exhaustion.
What the hell…
My center felt tom to shreds – hot and sore. A whimper leftmy lips as I struggled to open my eyes when the image of the last thing I remembered came creeping in.
I snapped my eyes open, bolting up from whatever soft surface I was lying on, my entire body screaming in protest, but I barely registered the pain. My gaze darted wildly around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings.
My room?
How did I get here?
Muskin… I looked at my body and saw that I was no longer in my work dress. I had been dressed in a nightwear. Mys smelled fresh and clean as if I’d been bathed, but I had no memory of it.
“Finally awake?” I heard Kester’s voice from the corner of thy room, close to the window,
I slowly turned in his direction, and there he stood, bathed in the fading evening light.
Gods, he looked good.
He had also had a shower, from the way he looked his neally combed hair and the strong masculine scent of fresh perfume.
I swallowed when I took in his bare chest and ripped abdomen leading down to the low waistband of his sweatpants… His chest was bare.
Goddess, he looked like fucking sin.
“You could touch me, you know,” He teased.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I tore iny gaze away. But just as I did, something else caught my eye-something that made my heart stop.
I saw him holding up a book – a book he clearly wasn’t meant to be holding, clutched lazily in his large hands, his fingers brushing over the pages like he had all the time in the world.
My blood ran cold..
Adrenaline kicked in, dulling the ache in my body as I snapped up, but the soreness pierced me. A strangled whimper left my lips as I stumbled forward, clutching my stomach from the sharp pain between my thighs.
Kester didn’t move to help.
He just stood there, amused. “Easy now, sweetness. You took in quite a lot,” he scoffed.
“Give it back!” I said, crossing the room to where he stood.
“Relax, little one.” He effortlessly raised the book out of my reach, making me stretch onto my toes like a desperate child.
“You shouldn’t be looking at that.” I glared.
“Why not?” he mused, flipping a page like he had every right to. “You have some interesting dreams, little one.”
My stomach twisted.
I snatched at the book again, but he was taller, and I was still too weak to fight properly.
It was a book containing my bucket lists, and it was meant to be private. Only Claire and I knew the contents of each other’s bucket lists.
Thankfully, from what I saw, he hadn’t gone past the third page.
“Kester, I swear to
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He lowered the book, handing it to me with a smirk that made my skin prickle.
I ripped it from his grasp.
“So, Maldives, huh?” He scoffed, tilting his head slightly, studying me with something close to adoration, “Why didn’t you say so?”
I rolled my eyes and turned away, clutching the book to my chest like it held my soul. I thanked Selene that he hadn’t pushed with his inquiry.
The bed dipped beside me as he sat down, his warmth pressing into my side. A rough, calloused hand reached for my face, his fingers brushing over ny cheek, “I was too hard on you earlier, wasn’t 17”
His lips brushed the side of my head, pressing the ghost of a kiss against my temple.
“Kester…” I whispered, my thoughts a mess, my heart racing for reasons fcouldn’t explain. “How did we get home?” My voice came out quieter. “What happened?”
He shrugged, “I carried you home.” He said casually, and almost had a heart attack.
“What?” My stomach dropped. “While everyone watched?”
His smirk deepened. “Obviously “
“Kester, no.” I felt sick. My body went cold as reality slammed into me. Jake. Everyone. They had seen.
They all saw.
“You’re trying so hard to ruin me,” I whispered, pressing my fingers to my temples.
Kester leaned back against the headboard, smiling like a predator who had won.
Would you rather I left you on the toilet floor to wake up at…” he flicked his gaze to the clock, “7 PM?” He asked, and I realized how long 1 had been out.
He had a point, but his next words ruined everything.
“Don’t worry. No one suspected anything. Not even Jake, who helped me bring your purse to the car.’
Kester’s voice was maddeningly casual as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb that made my stomach chum.
I almost scoffed
Was that supposed to make me feel better? That after he had fucked me into unconsciousness, he had made Jake- sweet, oblivious Jake-fetch my purse and hand it to him like some kind of assistant?
Poor Jake.
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