Chapter Eighteen

Tomás

A slew of curse words flew out of my mouth and not all of them aimed at Kieran.

Threesome. Threesome. Fuck! And that Cora went along with it felt like a slap to the face. I pinched the tight fabric against my dick as it started to get tighter. I was burning inside. Too damn hot despite the cold. Kieran just had to ruin the night for me just when I was starting to have fun. The blunt I'd smoked taking effect, calming everything down.

Threesome.

The thought of a threesome with Kieran made my dick hard and I plucked the fabric again. "You will have nothing I do not give you," I mimicked him saying the day he'd replaced all my shit with what he bought me.

The guy was insane.

And following me.

"Tomás!"

I ignored him and pushed faster. I would've launched into a run if I thought I could with these tight leather pants. Apparently, he had no such problem as he managed to narrow the distance between us. I heard him before he grabbed my arm and forced me to face him. Angry, I swung. But the world shifted a little bit and I missed. He ducked it easily, and grabbed my wrist, twisting me around so that I was pinned to his front. The same damn move he made when we first met. But he didn't stay in that position. Instead, he shoved me forward.

"Move," he ordered.

I moved. One step at a time, listening to his quieter steps behind me. I hadn't realized I'd entered the woods until a wall of black lifted in front of me. I stopped and he stumbled into me. I'd seen enough scary movies to know a Latino entering the woods always ended badly. I stood my ground, didn't move. Okay, a little freaked out. I could at least admit that to myself. Until I felt his hand on my hips. My heart took that moment to knock too hard against my ribs. I was sure he felt it. Worse, I wasn't entirely sure it was because of the dark woods or that damn hand touching me.

"What's wrong?" he asked, too close to my ear. "Are you afraid of the dark?"

Ugh, yeah, this type of dark, but I didn't say anything. If I said anything I was sure he'd know I couldn't quite breathe. At least not until I started walking again, leaving his hand behind. His touch sent my body into hypersensitive mode and my dick hard. Like painfully so that I had to pull against the fabric again. I heard him chuckle behind me.

"Fuck you. Where am I going?" I asked because I was lost.

"Follow the lake."

"You mean the lake you almost drowned me in?" I hissed and moved as instructed. The crunching leaves under me sounded too loud in the otherwise silent woods. Even the screeching frogs took that moment to silence.

He didn't respond, not that I expected him to.

I balled my hands into tight fists concentrating on breathing and not the urge to swing at him again.

The path opened up to the back of the chapel. I let out a relieved breath. I knew where I was. I could leave his ass. Run. Lock myself in my room. Anything to get away from him. I started to when I felt the tug of my stupid tail. The belt around my waist cinched and I had no choice but to stumble into his chest again.

"I'm really getting tired of this—" I yelped.

Kieran dragged me toward the chapel and slammed me face first against the wall. Then he somehow used my own belt to tie my wrists behind me. He kicked my legs apart. My head turned so my cheek was pressed against the old wood wall. "What the fuck?" I managed to grit out. Then I felt it. It. His erection against my ass. For a moment I waited for the panic to overtake me. The similar berserker type panic I had experienced back at Casera's office the first time we met and he had me in a chokehold. The panic set by my past. But I didn't feel it. I narrowed my thoughts to my speeding heart, the sweat breaking out against my skin despite the cold. I closed my eyes and concentrated on every touchpoint of his body against mine. And I didn't feel the need to fight, to push him off me.

What the fuck?

"I didn't give you permission to kiss her," he said, venom spilling from his voice.

"Jealous?" I spat, not so elegantly with my face smashed against the wood.

He pushed me harder into the wall. My shoulder blades screamed, my wrists burned. But I was used to pain. I had to shift my stance to relieve some of the pressure of his dick against my ass and he hissed, quickly putting distance between us. Yeah, the guy had more issues than being a sociopathic killer. I turned around, freeing myself.

"What? Shocked to learn the truth that you're interested in this," I gestured to my body. I did look good in the leather costume. I always knew my mouth was going to one day get me dead. And whatever I smoked had made me giddy and horny.

Kieran trapped me again against the wall. His eyes darker, his expression violent. Still handsome. The rich prick. I lowered my eyes to his lips, my heart jammed somewhere between my sternum and my throat. My mind fuzzy. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted Kieran to kiss me. I'd gone absolutely insane.

He was so close. All I had to do was lean in, bite his plump bottom lip. See where that got me. And before I could think it'd get me dead, dead, dead, I did it. I leaned in angry and confused and just tired, and I bit his bottom lip. I heard him gasp, felt the suck of air against my mouth, and made sure to lick before I pulled away. That had been the most erotic thing I'd ever done, and I wasn't a virgin.

The shattered look on Kieran's face after that was worth it. Better than the bathroom hand job.

Yeah. I could push buttons too.

"You want me to be yours," I said. "Then earn it." Yeah, that may have taken things too far. I was pretty sure in his mind, I had to earn it. Not the other way around.

But I didn't care.

I was tired of being used and treated like shit. When he didn't move or say anything back, I shoved him hard. But the guy was solid steel. Didn't budge. He clamped his fingers around my forearm and kept my palm on his chest. Even through the layers of clothes, I felt the strong pounding beat of his heart.

So beautiful.

And then he kissed me. It was a feral, angry kiss as if he were proving to me the type of monster that consumed him. For a moment, my brain spazzed out. What was I doing kissing the enemy? I didn't even care that he was a dude, I cared that he was insane. An asshole. But as he sucked, bit, and licked into my mouth, I didn't care. I wanted to know how it felt when I had a choice. Did I have a choice? Would Kieran stop if I told him to? Was this real? My world spun and I couldn't breathe. Memories circled my head, dark memories I'd hidden behind my heart. I shoved him away and we broke contact. Confused, he moved away from me. Gave me space. And I felt so cold, I wanted him back. But I had to know. I had to know that he wouldn't force me.

Fuck!

"I need … I need to know that you'll stop," I said, revealing more than I ever wanted anyone to know.

Realizing my words, he took another step back. The lust turned to something dangerous for a second, before he'd managed to wipe out all expression from his face. I hated it.

"Who hurt you?" His voice like iron stakes driven through steel. As if he wanted to hurt whoever had hurt me.

I shook my head. The memories I had buried had to stay locked up. I didn't want to release them. I couldn't. "No one. I just …" I started to move away, but I stumbled. My body shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't make it stop. Why had I let those memories invade what could've been good. Why? I felt tears sting my eyes. I wouldn't cry. But when Kieran wrapped his arms around me and drew me into the safety of his embrace, they fell anyway. "I'm sorry," I whispered into the crook of his neck.

"I'd never force my touch on you if I didn't know you wanted it. And you want it."

I did. I fucking did. I didn't realize I was nodding into his neck. "I don't even know who you are. Why would you…" Want me. Protect me. I didn't know. But the words got stuck in my throat.

"Why would I what?" he asked, cupping my face. He stood so close I could see the bursts of lighter greens in his eyes.

"Want me?" His eyes widened and well, hell, I probably read everything wrong and he didn't want me.

"Oh, my beautiful dark temptation." The soft touch as he ran his fingers possessively down my cheek contradicted with the anger in his voice. "It's not that I want you. It's that you are mine." I felt his warm lips on my nose. Another kiss on my eyelid, tasting my tears. "I'm going to brand you with my mark." A gentle kiss at the edge of my mouth. "And if anyone, anyone, touches what is mine, I will end them."

Shit. I was in so much trouble. And I didn't particularly care. I wanted to be protected. I wanted to believe that he would keep me safe. I had no one else. He took my hand and led me out of the woods. We didn't encounter anyone during our walk and my head felt all kinds of fuzzy. My body hot despite the cool temperatures.

The house was empty with everyone still at the party. It's when I realized his bedroom and my bedroom were the only ones on the east side of the floor. Seemed relevant under the circumstances. He took me to my bedroom. It wasn't as clean as his. He gave it a quick scan as I unzipped my leather and shrugged it off. I didn't have anything underneath. Kieran took a step away and watched me. I felt as if I was giving him a sexy show. Like pole dancers, but I didn't have a pole. I wish I was giving him a sexy show, but I was probably giving him a not sexy show because I didn't know how to be sexy. And why would I want to be sexy with him? I hated him. He tried to kill me. Made me piss myself. Not fucking right. But nothing made sense. I didn't want to make sense of it.

I dropped the leather and started undoing my pants. I was burning inside and out. "I'm hot." I couldn't see Kieran anymore. I saw a general shape of someone, but I wanted to see his face. No, I didn't want to see his face. I imagined that he was someone else and I was someone else. I giggled. "I'm Cat Noir," I shoved my pants down. I had gone bare so as not to show any lines and my dick sprung free. Just bobbled in front of me. I thought about what Dasher said about the ladies wanting to know the size of my dick. "Do you think I have a nice dick? Is it a decent size?" I looked up just in time for him to slam his mouth against mine. Another feral kiss as if he were angry with the world and was taking it out on my lips. I didn't know a kiss could be so brutal and hot at the same time. I followed his lead, tearing at his clothes. I wanted to feel skin. All of his skin. He stopped me when I went for his pants.

"Wait." He swore and leaned his forehead against mine, cupping my face. "I need a minute."

He released a relieved exhale and kissed me for a long time. Then he pulled away, ordered me on the bed, told me he'd be back, and he walked out. I kicked out of my leather pants. It took some effort, and I swore never to wear anything so tight again. I did as he said and waited on my bed, naked, staring at the ceiling and closed my eyes.