Fearless (Broken Love Book 5) (14 page)

LAKE

The rest of
the week passed peacefully. Keiran and I managed to jump into our routine again. The only invisible hiccup was Keiran’s controlling need to know where I was at all times. In the last few days, he appeared twice, waiting for me outside my classes with a look that dared me to argue. By Friday, I had reached my breaking point when I wanted to go running, and he insisted on coming with me.

It would have been okay if he wasn’t in the middle of a business call with Jesse, which he cut short to follow me around for four miles. More than once, I made up my mind to make him stop, but then I remembered how exhausting fighting with him could be, so I decided to ride it out and see how long it’d last.

Saturday morning came and I was feeling restless, so I hunted down Keiran in the basement doing sit-ups.

“Hey,” I greeted. He paused long enough to take me in with his hot gaze before pumping out his last set. “How about we play one-on-one?”

Over the years, he taught me about the game. I still couldn’t beat him, but I was able to score on him and make him work for the win.

He flipped onto his hands and began pushing his body up and down. I tried to become fixated on his flexing muscles or his strong back.

“You bored?” he grunted as he continued pushing.

“Kind of. I’m all studied out.”

“I was thinking”—push—”we could—”push—”visit Laurie and the girls today.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure. I’m sorry I forgot.” Watching him, it was amazing I was still able to form a complete thought.

“I noticed.” He finally stopped the erotic torture show and stood up to regard me with knowing eyes. “See something you want?”

“What are you talking about, Masters? I already own you.” I flashed him a cocky grin.

“Yeah?” The change in his voice was my only warning. He pushed me, none too gently, against the wall, causing the shelves to rattle and brought his body flush with mine. “Then show me, baby.”

I didn’t hesitate and did something he’d never expect. I wrapped my hand around his throat and pulled his head down until I could reach his lips. He leaned forward to take my lips so I tightened my grip around his neck.

“You kiss me when I say. Not before.”

“Lake.” It was a warning not to push this game too far. His molten gaze might have been filled with anger, but the hardness pressed against my stomach told me he was more than interested. 

“Shhh. Don’t speak. Just feel.” I finally gave in because my submissive subconscious demanded it. He tasted like fresh morning, mint, and cool blue Gatorade. I pulled away only when I felt myself losing control and lifted his shirt I’d worn to bed. I shivered from the cool air of the basement and tied a knot to keep it at my waist. He eyed my naked pussy and hips, and I could have sworn he stopped breathing completely. The only sign of life came from his fists clenching at his side. I knew he was struggling with restraint and hid my smile. I never knew it would be this fun to control him.

To reward his good behavior, I reached inside his shorts and watched his eyes darken as I gripped his cock, stroking and teasing.

“I know what you want.”

“I doubt that,” he countered smoothly despite the pounding beat of his heart vibrating within his impressive chest. I took his flat nipple in my mouth, biting hard and enjoying his wince from the pain.

“You mean you don’t want to fuck me?”

“I want to do more than that. I want to consume you completely until you need me just to be.” He leaned down until his lips rested against my ear. “Enjoy your power while it lasts, little mouse, because I will consume you.” He straightened and challenged me with his gaze to continue our game.

“Lift my leg,” I ordered calmly without giving my true feelings away. I prayed he hadn’t noticed my shaking body when he wrapped my leg around his waist. I tugged his cock from his shorts and used him to tease my clit.

Up and down, I used the length of his cock to pleasure me.

Pre-cum escaped the head of his cock, mixing with my own arousal. Before long, his hips began to move, adding to my pleasure.

“Fuck,” I groaned when the friction became too much. The leg that touched the floor began to shake uncontrollably signaling my undoing. His grip on me tightened and then I was lifted. He hooked my legs in the crook of his arms and took over our mutual torture using his hips.

“God. I need…”

“Just give the command,” he reminded.

“Fu—fuck me, please.”

He didn’t hesitate to obey, slamming inside of me without mercy—determined to take what we both needed. The force once again rattled the shelves next to us. A knick-knack that didn’t belong to us toppled to the floor.

It wasn’t enough to stop the frenzy of his powerful hips as he forced me to take everything he promised to give. My cries echoed around us as I desperately clung to him.

I needed more.

I was still in control, wasn’t I?

“If you’re going to fuck me then fuck me,” I challenged. “Don’t hold back.”

His body jerked, and he stopped moving inside me. He looked at me for only a split second and then he moved.

His hand around my nape surprised me, but I definitely wasn’t prepared to be tossed on the floor like garbage. I landed on my hands, and the impact vibrated through my hands and up my arms.

I didn’t have time to recover before he was on me.

My hips were lifted in the air.

He forced his way inside me once again.

The impact was enough to steal my breath away, and I loved every second of it.

“Am I holding back now?” he mocked. My answer was a pitiful, high-pitched sound. His dark chuckle shook my core. “Be careful what you ask for.”

And like always with Keiran, I had no idea what I was getting myself into whenever I provoked him purposely. I craved his slow careful, loving. But I couldn’t deny that sometimes I needed it like this—like he still hated me.

I looked over my shoulder to see his darkened eyes and his teeth clenched in a silent growl, so I leaned forward on my elbows, creating a deeper arch and threw my ass back, matching his force.

“I know exactly what I want, Masters. Do you?”

He forced my cheek against the floor with a strong hand at my nape and pumped hard with his hips three times. “It will always be you,” he answered raggedly. I felt him release inside me immediately after, and I came with a silent cry.

He collapsed next to me while I stayed put. I went into this with control and yet I felt used and dirty. I smiled against the carpeting and turned my head to see him with his eyes shut tight and his chest heaving.

I decided I could watch him forever, but then he stood and helped me up, leaving me to wonder if forever was overestimated. He searched my eyes appearing unsure.

“I’m okay,” I said, reading his mind.

He pushed away stray hair sticking to my face. “Was I too rough?”

“Yes.” He frowned and opened his mouth, ready to apologize. “And I liked it.”

“Only liked it?”

“You don’t really need me to give praise to your dick, do you?” He only stared back at me expectantly. I suppressed an eyeball and said unenthusiastically, “Oh, Keiran, you’re a sex machine—the king. Your dick is the biggest and so awesome. You rocked my world, baby… How’s that?”

His lips quirked—the only sign of his amusement. “Could use some improvement, but I’ll take it.”

I snorted and leaned against him. My legs were no longer able to hold me up without support. Keiran noticed so he lifted me and headed for the stairs.

“We need to go. It’s a long ride.”

“Not with your come making a sticky mess between my thighs. I need a shower first.” His gaze shot down to the area in question and his face twisted in agony for round two. “Join me?”

* * *

I sighed and
shifted for the umpteenth time. I was beginning to think we should live in our car. We didn’t reach the housing development until late afternoon, so I was grateful we decided to stay overnight. The houses were in various stages of completion, but most of them were fully completed and functional judging by the kids that played up and down the street.

We pulled into the third driveway belonging to a quaint college style house. Keiran had told me all about the mother and two little girls as well as their abusive father, so I instantly recognized the girl with dark bangs and curly ponytail sitting on the steps and clutching a book.

She looked up as we parked and released a bright smile. “Keiran!” She hugged his waist when he stepped out of the car.

“Hey, Cassie. Where are your mom and sister?”

“Maddie’s asleep and mom went to the store.” She retook her seat on the steps. Keiran followed her and pulled me down to sit on his lap.

“You’re here alone?” I recognized the dangerous edge in Keiran’s tone, though to untrained ears, he appeared calm and merely curious. From what Keiran had told me, they were a little young to be left alone. “How long has she been gone?”

Cassie seemed to pick up on his change of mood. She looked from Keiran to me uncertainly. “An hour. Who is she?”

“She’s my girlfriend, and she’s here for you.”

“Hi, Cassie. I’m Lake.”

“Wow, you’re really pretty.” She reached out and touched my bangs. “And you have bangs.”

“So you like bangs, huh?”

“I don’t know. My mom had to cut them because a boy at school cut my hair.”

“I’m going to go check on Maddie,” Keiran interrupted. He tapped my hip so I could stand up, and once he was inside, I sat back down.

“Why do you think he did that?”

“Cause he hates me.”

“Why does he hate you?” Unlike me, maybe this little girl would know why she was a target. It took ten years for me to start demanding answers.

“My dad does bad stuff to his mom.”

“Like what?” I started to feel as if this could go on all day.

“He hits her, but I don’t know why. Do you think my dad is married to his mom, too?”

“No, sweetie. Sometimes adults don’t always do the right thing. Let’s talk about this boy.”

“What about him?”

“Let’s start with his name.”

“His name is Ryan.”

“And are you afraid of this Ryan?” She nodded and in her eyes reflected a girl I hadn’t known for a long time. “It feels as if it’s very hard to not be afraid, doesn’t it?”

“He’s bigger than me, and he said if I ever told anyone, I’d be sorry.” Her frustration was apparent. The anger in her eyes burned bright, and I knew she hated that he was in control.

“He might be right, but do you know what will make you feel worse?”

“What?”

“Not telling anyone. He’s only as powerful as you allow him to be and underneath his tough shell is a scared little boy who probably feels as helpless as you do.”

“So what do I do?”

Do I tell her to run like I did or fight back? Neither was a sure thing. “You do what your instincts tell you to do.”

“He makes me want to punch him in the nose,” she grumbled. “Can I do that?”

“Do you think physical violence will solve your problem?”

She shrugged in that way ten-year-olds do when they know the answer but don’t want to admit it.

“It will make me feel better. I’ll embarrass him in front of all his friends like he does me.”

“Can I ask you something? I want you to think hard about this.”

“Okay.”

“Has he ever threatened to hurt you?”

Her face twisted hard as she tried to remember. “Do you mean like pull my hair and stuff?”

I took a deep breath and told myself it was necessary. “I mean has he threatened to kill you?”

Her eyes widened as if the prospect of dying never entered her mind. I was relieved, to say the least. At her age, I had already expected to die.

“No. Never. Do you think he will?”

“No, sweetie, I don’t, but make a promise, okay?” She nodded her permission to enter the pact. “If he ever does, I want you to tell an adult right away.”

“Like my mom?”

Something told me her mother wouldn’t come to her daughter’s rescue. “Don’t wait. Tell a teacher, your principal—and yes, your mom, too.”

“She didn’t listen to me before,” she pouted, confirming my suspicion.

“Then you keep telling her until she does.” She seemed to understand, and since I couldn’t think of anything else to say, I asked her about the book she was reading. She became completely animated as she filled me in on the adventures of
Harriet the Spy
. I was familiar with the fictional character, but she told it better.

When the sun began to set, I convinced her to come inside and found Keiran in one of the bedrooms with Maddie in his lap, holding a book. I stood back and listened to his melodic, deep voice fill the room as he patiently read to her.