“I don’t ever want to stop.”
“Please, please,” I whimper.
“Please what?” He presses harder against my clit with his finger.
“You know.” I’m shaking, unable to push myself over the edge.
“Say the words,” he demands. “I want you to tell me to fuck you.”
I’m so desperate to come, I’d say just about anything to him right now.
“Fuck me, Kayne. Please fuck me, make me come,” I nearly sob.
“Anything for you.” He sucks on my neck right above my collar as he begins to pound into me, feeding my body exactly what it needs. Exactly want it’s starved for, even though it’s fed every night. My climax pressurizes then explodes, unleashing a hailstorm of ecstasy. I come unashamed, while screaming his name.
“Fuck, give it to me,” he grinds out, thrusting harder. “Give it all to me. I want every fucking ounce.”
He wrings me out. My body going slack in my restraints as he ruptures, stilling forcefully, buried deep inside me. He drops his head against my back and breathes heavily, as he recovers from the euphoric high.
After he comes around, Kayne hoists me up, so I’m straddling his thighs. It takes the pressure off my arms and neck. He massages my shoulders while dusting soft kisses across my fevered skin.
“You are so sexy. I can’t tear my hands or my lips or my eyes off you. You’re my most prized possession,” he growls in my ear. “I meant it when I said I would kill for you, Ellie. I’d do anything for you.”
A rash of goose bumps erupts all over my body. I feel safe. I feel wanted. I feel desired. In this new life, my goals and ambitions are vapor. And as much as that saddens me, my existence has morphed into something else entirely. I secretly enjoy the things he says, and the way he makes me feel. I believe him when he tells me I’m important. It gives me a sense of purpose to please another. To please him.
“Tired baby?” he asks as he continues to rub me down.
“Yes, Kayne.” I’m physically depleted and emotionally spent. Every interaction with Kayne drains me completely.
He removes the second chain, unbinds my hands, and hooks my leash back in its usual spot. My arms and back feel stretched, sore. He forces me to lie down on the cool satin, all while watching my naked movements with his mesmerizing eyes. I feel like they’re peeling away every layer of my existence. I want to know what he’s thinking. Why he’s looking at me like this might be last time he ever sees me.
“Sleep baby.” He kisses my forehead lightly and moves off the bed.
“Aren’t you staying?” I ask timidly.
“Not tonight.” He slips on his pants. “A lot of things are going to change very fast. I have to make sure everything is ready.
“Changes?” I ask, my voice small.
Kayne chastises me with a harsh facial expression. “Shhhh. No more talking. No questions.” Then his eyes soften as he runs a finger lovingly along my jawline. So mercurial. “Sleep, Ellie.”
“Yes, Kayne,” I reply forlornly.
I don’t want him to leave.
TWELVE HOURS.
The countdown has begun. Tonight is what I have lived the last six years for. El Rey will be on American soil. He will be in my home. The deal will be made. Shit will implode. My mission will be complete. And I have no idea where it will leave me and Ellie in the aftermath. My stomach actually rolls thinking about what we have coming to an end. Whatever that may be. Having her in my life on a daily basis has made a mundane existence shine with brilliance. She invaded my heart like a sneak attack and now she’s a permanent fixture.
“Everything is set.” Jett has been rambling for the last half hour and I don’t think I’ve heard one word he’s said. “Kayne.” He snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Are you listening? This is the most important night of our lives. Let’s not fuck it up, okay?”
I curl my lip at him. If he were anyone else I would snap his skinny ass like the twig he is.
“Do they hurt?” I ask randomly.
“Does what hurt?” he asks lost.
“Your balls. Do they hurt being strangled in those fucking pants all day?”
