30. Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Ethan

The urge to slam into Kayla's waiting pussy is overwhelming, but I hold myself back. I want to take it slow, both because I don't want to hurt her and because I want to commit every second to my memory.

She's naked in front of me, her skin flushed with desire, her legs parted to welcome me into her body. Her sleeping bonnet is somehow still on her head, though it has slipped to the side, freeing some of her curly locks.

Her eyes are hazy with lust, but she keeps them trained on me, just like I ordered. What a good little bunny. I love her so much that I feel like my heart might explode trying to contain all those feelings.

I slide the head of my cock between her pussy lips, making sure it's thoroughly coated before finally nudging it against her opening. Whimpering, Kayla tries to move against me to expedite the process, but with a firm grip on her hips, I keep her in place. She can be in charge later, but this time, we're doing it at my pace.

"Watch," I command again. As I inch forward, Kayla's gaze moves down to where we're connected and stays there. "Good girl. Look how well your pussy is taking my cock. Sucking it in and squeezing the life out of me."

She moans, her inner muscles clenching around me so hard I almost come right then. "Please, Ethan. I need more."

Hearing her beg is intoxicating. When I fucked her while she was asleep, she'd mumble a few words here and there, sometimes even pleading for more, but this is different. She's fully awake now.

She might be overwhelmed with desire at the moment, but there are no drugs in her system. She knows it's me inside her and yet she isn't scared or angry. She welcomes me eagerly. This woman is truly a treasure.

"Anything you want, Kayla," I say as I push myself deeper inside her. "I'll give you anything you want. Anything you ask. Everything you desire. I'm…yours." A moan breaking free interrupts my fervent words, and I finish my oath as I finally bottom out, the entire length of my cock safely sheathed in her pulsating channel.

Supporting myself on my forearms, I kiss her mouth, her neck, her shoulder. I run my tongue over the red mark I made earlier with my teeth. I didn't break skin. I'd never do that to her, but she will carry that mark for days, which pleases me immensely.

The cuffs rattle as Kayla yanks on them. "I want to touch you, Ethan, please," she begs breathlessly.

"Anything you want," I repeat, reaching for the cuffs. All it takes is one click, and her hand is free. I don't need a key since I never locked them to begin with.

Before I can free her other wrist, her hands are in my hair. Kayla pulls me in for another kiss, headless of the cuff still dangling from her wrist. It smacks both our cheeks, and I break the kiss, laughing. "Impatient little bunny," I faux admonish, gripping her hand to remove the cuff.

"Sorry," she giggles. "I'm a little worked up."

"Just a little? Hmm, it seems I haven't been doing a good enough job then. I guess I'll have to ‘work you up' some more," I tease.

Kayla wraps her legs around my hips and crosses her ankles, effectively trapping me between her legs, not that I mind. "Nonono," she answers hastily. "You're not going anywhere. No more teasing. Fuck me, Ethan. Please."

"Oh, Kayla…" I moan out. I really wanted to take it slow, to draw this out for as long as I could, but her words are my undoing. How am I supposed to stay in control when the reason for my existence is begging me to fuck her?

I draw my hips back as far as her grip allows, then slam back, reveling in her ecstatic moans. "Yes! Ethan!" She tugs on my hair, directing my mouth to her nipple.

I flick my tongue over the hardened peak before sucking it into my mouth. Kayla arches her back, pushing her chest against my face, her arms and legs still wrapped around me as if she is afraid I'll disappear if she lets go. She couldn't be more wrong.

I keep a steady pace, sliding in and out of her wet pussy while alternating between teasing her nipples and kissing her.

"Faster!" she urges. "Harder!"

I add more strength to my motions but don't change the rhythm. If I know one thing about female orgasm, it's that changing pace is the fastest way to ruin it.

Kayla writhes underneath me, her inner walls squeezing me at irregular intervals. She's close. "Ethan, please!" she whimpers desperately. "I need—"

"I know what you need, bunny." I lift myself enough to move my hand between our joined bodies. The moment I rub her clit, she goes stock still, her mouth forming a perfect O as she comes. And, just like I ordered, she keeps her eyes open, her pupils widening as her body spasms around me.

The way her pussy squeezes me tips me over the edge. I moan deeply as I come, just barely managing to keep my eyes open. Kayla was right. It's not easy.

We stay motionless for what feels like an eternity, gazing into each other's eyes. Galaxies are born and die in that infinite stretch of time, but it still doesn't feel long enough.

Eventually, Kayla unlocks her ankles and lets her legs fall to the sides, stretching them with a groan of pleasure. Still holding my gaze, she runs her fingers across my forehead, wiping the beads of sweat that have formed there. Her beautiful skin glistens with sweat as well, and we're both panting as if we've just run a marathon.

"You're so perfect," I whisper reverently. "I love you, Kayla Reynolds."

She blinks, stilling her movements as she considers my words. "I…I can't say it back, not honestly," she starts, carefully observing my reaction, no doubt worried I'll get angry. "I like you. I really do. But love… I need time. Is that alright?"

"It's perfect. You're perfect." I kiss her as gently as I can to let her know I couldn't be further from anger. Just the fact that she's giving me a chance is a miracle. Love will come later.

She wriggles a little, wincing slightly as she moves her hips. I pull out and lower myself to her side, watching as she gingerly pulls her legs together and stretches out. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, not at all," she replies. Her smile seems earnest. "I'm just…well, out of practice." She chuckles. "My hips don't appreciate being in that position for too long."

"Ah. Well, next time, you can be on top."

She cocks an eyebrow, grinning. "Next time, hm?"

"Yes. Next time and the time after that and the time after that and the time—"

"Okay, okay, I get it. We're going to have a lot of sex. Is that why you brought me here?"

I roll onto my back and pull her closer. Kayla complies without protest, resting her head on my shoulder and draping her arm and leg across my body. It's the best feeling ever. " This is why I brought you here," I explain, choosing my words carefully.

"To cuddle? Hmm, I can live with that."

I laugh. "That's good to know. I brought you here because you belong by my side, Kayla. You're mine and I'm yours. That's it."

She runs her fingers through the hair on my chest, staying silent for a very long time. I wish I could read her mind to know what she's thinking. Is she considering the best ways to escape? To incapacitate me for long enough so she can run and get help? Is she eyeing the cuffs I left lying on the bed?

Her question catches me unprepared. "Why didn't you just ask me out? I mean, you're Ethan Bennett, the most desired bachelor in Bluebell Springs. The celebrity, that one everyone loves. I would have said yes. Eventually."

I heave a sigh as I think of the best way to explain it. "Because I'm more than that. Or…less than that, I guess. The Ethan Bennett you know is a part of me, but it's not who I am. There's darkness inside me, and I've done things some would consider terrible. I didn't want to deceive you. I wanted you to know all of me, not just the part I let everyone see."

"Hmm. That sounds…fair, I guess? But you've already stalked me, kidnapped me, and had sex with me without my consent. What more is there? Right, you killed Craig, but he was an abusive bastard, and no one misses him. It's not like you're a serial killer," she adds, chuckling.

I sigh into her hair. I love how accepting she is, but she doesn't know everything yet and I'm not about to lie to her.

When I don't respond, she groans. "Oh my god, really? You are? Fucking hell. How can anyone claim this stupid town is some crime-free haven? I haven't even lived here for a whole month, and I've already had my car wrecked by a butthurt child abuser and got kidnapped by a serial killer. I mean, seriously?" She draws in a shaky breath, the fingers on my chest stilling. "Are you going to kill me?"

"No!" I exclaim, even before she finishes her question. "Of course not! I'd never hurt you, Kayla." I hug her tightly, pressing her into my chest.

I understand why she asked. Anyone in her situation would ask the same thing. Still, I feel somewhat offended that the thought has even crossed her mind. Me, killing her? Incomprehensible.

"Okay." She doesn't sound convinced.

I take in a deep breath, bracing myself for the upcoming conversation. I wish we could just have sex again, but that will have to wait. It's time to put all the cards on the table and hope Kayla won't run away screaming. Not that I'd let her, but it would certainly complicate things.

I sit us up so I can look at her as I speak. "Kayla, I'm not going to kill you," I say, holding her gaze. "You are the love of my life, the reason I breathe, the center of my universe. I would never hurt you. Besides," I add, seeing she still doesn't believe me, "I only kill a very specific set of people, and you don't fit any of the criteria. In fact, you're the polar opposite of everyone I've ever killed."

She chews on her lip, looking away from me. Even though the wait is killing me, I let her mull over my words in peace.

Eventually, she sighs. "I want to believe you. I want to like you. But dammit, Ethan, a serial killer? Even one murder is wrong, but I was willing to look the other way because Craig was dangerous. Even if he left Amy alone, he'd find another woman to abuse. But more? I'm not sure I can accept that."

Her shoulders hunch a little, as if she expects reprisal for her words, but I love that she's being honest with me. She trusts me not to hurt her. It's not the best baseline for a relationship, but it's a start.

"What if I told you that each person I killed was much worse than Craig?"

She cocks her head. "Worse?"

"Yes, worse," I confirm, subconsciously glancing at the dart target hiding the door to my secret room. "Can I show you?"