Chapter 15

FIFTEEN

H e waits patiently, a smile flirting on his lips. He's so close I can smell the cologne that follows him everywhere, and despite everything, he looks good tonight. I can see his stacked muscles and abs every time he moves, and there's something about his hair being half up in a ponytail with strands escaping into his face that really does it for me.

He's all darkness and crazy. I can see the madness and obsession in his eyes, but for the first time since—what was his name?—picked me up, I smile a real smile, and I know I'm fucked.

I tried to stay away all week. I told myself I don't need Kage to be happy and that there are others out there. That's what tonight was about, but nothing compares to seeing myself in his dark gaze, feeling his possessive obsession, or the desire he stirs within me.

"Fine," I respond. "Yours?"

"Long. I missed you, but I did get to see you hurry to your car every day, trying to avoid me." People don't say stuff like that, but Kage does like it's normal conversation. The worst part is, I'm starting to get used to it. I can't even remember a single word the other guy said, but Kage? I hang onto everything he says, never knowing what he will do or say next .

It's exciting and should be the exact opposite of what I want.

I like boring, easy to control men. Kage is nothing like that, but I find myself wanting him more and more.

Maybe I just need to fuck him out of my system, like a new addiction you get tired of after a while. That has to be it. I sit back, deciding to sleep with Kage tonight so I can move on from this strange bond we seem to have, and then I can go back to my boring, predictable life and men I can easily manipulate.

That decision seems to lift a weight off my shoulders, and I relax as I reach for my wine. "What else did you do besides stalk me?"

"Started work on a new album. I'm thinking of calling it Blue Dahlia . What do you think?" he asks, sipping his drink as he watches me. As always, he gives me his full attention, never once looking away. Some would find it unnerving, and others would be terrified of Kage and the lengths he is willing to go to so he can be next to me.

"Maybe you should call it Stalker ," I respond, and he laughs, his head thrown back. I can't help smiling, but I drop it when he looks at me.

"I'll name a song that for you." He winks knowingly as plates start to arrive, and there are so many, they have to drag another table over. I blink in shock. Usually when I'm on a date, I pick at my food—not because I'm ashamed of eating, but because a previous date took a picture and I was torn apart online for how much I eat. I was young then, and it created a bad, unhealthy relationship with food for me for a long time. It's something I'm still working on, but here Kage is, buying me the entire menu, and when I start to reach for food, he looks so fucking proud, I can't help but want to try it all.

What is it about this man that does that to me?

Despite arriving through the front door, my date wanting to show me off, Kage takes me out the back way, knowing I wouldn't want to be seen leaving with another man. It's another drop in the bucket that seems to overflow when it comes to Kage, and when we head home together, I know I'm going to fuck him tonight. I'm going to get this out of my system, then tomorrow, I'll let him go.

I'll go back to my normal self.

When we pull up at my house and he gets out and walks me to my door, I turn to him and press my body against his, rising up on my toes and kissing him. He groans, cupping the back of my head and kissing me back. I deepen it, sliding my hand under his coat and across his chest, swallowing his gasp.

My back hits the door, and he pins me there as he dominates my mouth, his hand hiking up my thigh and lifting it over his hip as I explore his muscles. Desire has me rocking my hips into him, knowing it's going to be so good.

He pulls back, and with dark, lustful eyes, he presses a promising kiss on my lips. "I told you, sweetheart, I won't be another body in your bed—not until I know you'll keep me there forever. You think fucking me tonight means you can walk away, but that isn't happening."

My eyes widen at how easily he read my intentions. I feel annoyed and embarrassed about being turned down a second time.

Second!

By the same guy!

I turn around to unlock the door when he crowds my back, pressing me against the wood. "That being said, I never promised to behave all the way, and I can't leave my girl needy, can I?"

"Let me go," I order, pushing back, but he pins me there effortlessly and pulls my skirt up. No one would dare touch me like this, nor would I let them, but when he presses his palm against my needy cunt over my underwear, I freeze.

"Shh, stop fighting, sweetheart. You've been such a good girl tonight, so let me reward you. Let me take the edge off so when you've decided I'm yours, I can spend all night between your pretty thighs, knowing you've been waiting for me." His voice is dark, menacing, and so silky, I lose myself in it.

"That's a good girl. Keep quiet for me so they don't find us. I'd hate to have to kill someone," he growls as his long fingers slide across my wet cunt. "They call you an ice queen, beautiful, but you are all warm and wet for me. I guess I make you melt." I elbow him as he chuckles, pressing his thumb into my clit.

Desire slams through me so hard, I almost cry out. He stokes that desire, petting me softly while whispering in my ear. "I'm yours, Fallon. If I knew you wouldn't walk away tomorrow, I'd be in your bed, and I'd spend all night worshiping you, but I won't risk this, won't risk us, so you're going to be a good girl and let me finger your cunt until you come, and then next time, I'll get on my knees for you and lick your pussy clean until you promise to be mine forever."

Fuck.

My eyes close, my breathing becoming labored as I tilt my hips back, demanding more.

"Please," I whisper, the only sign of weakness I'll give him, but Kage rewards me for it. Two thick fingers slide into me, rubbing that spot not even I can reach until I cry out, rocking my hips for more. His thumb rubs slow circles around my clit until I drip down his fingers. My heart hammers, and my hands clench against the wood of my front door.

His heat presses against my back as his lips slide across my neck, tasting my pulse. "You feel like heaven, sweetheart. I bet you taste even better. I can't wait to find out, but first, I want to feel you come."

I'm always in control. I'm always?—

My eyes cross as he slides a third finger inside me, dragging a moan from my throat as my legs begin to shake, widening of their own accord as he plays my body as easily as he plays his audience.

My head hits the door with a bang as I let him fuck me.

"We can't have you hurting yourself, sweetheart. The only marks you will wear will be the ones I give you."

His hand slides between my face and the wood to protect me from it, but I bite his skin to muffle my moans, and he groans behind me. His touch becomes demanding as he drags pleasure from me.

"Come for me. You know you want to. Let me feel it. Give me something to get through tonight. Soak my fucking fingers so whenever I look at them, I'll think of you." His dirty words spur me on, and before I know it, I'm tumbling over the edge. I come with a muffled groan, my hips jerking as my cunt clenches around his invading fingers. I shudder as I rock my hips, riding the waves of pleasure until it's finally over, and I slump.

"Good girl," he praises, slowly removing his fingers from my greedy channel and straightening my panties and skirt.

Turning me, he kisses my lips softly. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Dream of me. I know I'll dream of you." He steps back, but he doesn't leave. When I turn and slip inside, slamming the door, I finally hear him walk away.

Pressing my back to the door, I stand there, feeling more confused than ever.