Page 45 of Keeper

Draven tosses me on the bed and stares down at me hungrily as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. “That dress,” he growls. “Any chance you know what my favorite color is, woman?”

“No,” I lie, like Shay didn’t tell me months ago that Dray had a thing for silver and gold. Silver more than anything. No, I didn’t choose this dress tonight specifically to draw him in, to make him want me. Of course not. I’d never use the secrets I learn like that.

Seeing through me, he smiles. “Take off that mask,” he commands. “It’s just you and me now, and I’m going to watch you fall apart for me over and over again. No shying away, no second guessing.”

No mask to soften the blow.

The anonymity was supposed to make it easier. Sure, he knows it’s me and I know it’s him. But with the masks, it’s easier to pretend.

Maybe this is a good thing. I don’t want to pretend.

Slowly, I take the mask off and toss it aside, then ditch my shoes.

He grips my ankle before I can start on my dress, then begins to help me out of it himself, his eyes roaming every inch of exposed skin he reveals like he’s in awe of me. “You are exquisite, Sullivan. A fucking gift I intend on claiming for myself whether the world wants me to or not.”

Once I’m bare for him he drops down to suck my nipple into his mouth as he shoves his pants away, and I feel myself get a little frantic. It’s been too long since I’ve had someone, but longer since I’ve had someone who actually gave a shit about me. Draven just killed the last one.

I tug his hair hard, pulling his face to mine so I can kiss him again and bite his lip until it bleeds. He should know I’m angry. That I want to punish him as much as I want to please him.

The growl I pull out of him makes me twitch, but that’s nothing compared to what I feel when the heat of his hard cock slides against my pussy for the first time. “Eyes on me.”

The second I blink up at him he pushes all the way inside, not easing in or warning me at all.

It’s overwhelming in the best way.

My nails dig into the skin of his shoulder as my lips part in shock and my cunt spasms.

When he smiles down at my body’s reaction, he looks like a true devil in that mask. There’s blood on his bottom lip daring me to lick it away, so as I remove that mask from his beautiful face, I do.

The action snaps something in him. He draws back to slam deep again with a grunt, and when his left hand reaches up to grip my throat, I succumb. Completely. If he kills me, if he makes me cum, if he knocks me up, it doesn’t make a difference. I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of begging, of hiding, of denying myself the pleasures these men take freely.

So he can kill me, if he wants.

But he won’t.

“Go ahead, baby. Choke me.”

“I wanted to fuck you the moment you walked into that house,” he breathes against my cheek. “You’ve haunted me, woman. Tormented me every single day since.”

He doesn’t think that goes both ways, how cute. How many nights did I dream of this, of him? Of being completely at his mercy, pinned down and speared? Too many.

He doesn’t haunt me, he’s... infected me.

“You have me now,” I remind him, hooking my ankles behind his ass and holding him still. I want to feel all of him, the way it stretches me. “No one can stop you.”

“No one and nothing. I don’t care if the world ends around us, little keeper. Nothing can pull me away from you.”

We share a moment we probably shouldn’t then, with his forehead pressed to mine and his cock buried deep inside of me. I know he feels what I do. This is right. With everything around us telling us this is wrong, our bodies and souls feel the weight of their error. As we truly come together, when his lips find mine and he starts to move again, I admit to myself that I wish it was him. Not Alex.

Draven isn’t the wrong brother,heis.

But these feelings have to stay here.

He’ll never be mine, not in the ways that matter.

Which means he needs to understand what he’s doing. Before he really goes through with this, he needs to know the truth. “I’m ovulating,” I rush out, regretting the words the second they leave my lips. I don’t want him to change his mind. I don’t want him to stop. “Dray, I’m — I’m ovulating.”

His cock pulses inside of me, those blue eyes looking wilder than I’ve ever seen them, and then his hand tightens around my throat.

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