Page 89 of Penance

I pad my bare feet down the darkened hallways, the marble cool beneath my feet. Tracing my fingers over the banister, I start to ascend the stairs. The wall sconces just barely lit, leaving everything in deep shadows. I drag myself down the hall, utterly exhausted, I can’t wait to fall into bed. I push my bedroom door open, black carpet, ivory walls. The corner lamps switched on, violet bulbs in each, bathing the room in a pale purple light. My bathroom and walk in wardrobe to the left, a curved desk in the corner. The back wall made almost entirely of glass, twin double doors leading out onto the carved stone balcony.

It takes my tired eyes a second to adjust, blinking heavily as I try to keep them open. I glance to my right, the huge bed dressed in white. My mouth drops open, my eyes now blinking rapidly as I take in the scene before me.

Kacey, Max and Huxley all lying on top of the covers, an arm propped behind each of their heads. Nothing but their boxers covering all that tight, inked skin. I swallow.Hard.

“Um,” I say, my mouth suddenlyveryfucking dry.

I back up a step, bumping into the dresser as Kacey smirks, that predatory glint flashing in his gold eyes.

“Where you running to, Sweetheart?” he coos, the beast in him crying out for a chase.

“Nowhere. I just, um, have to go see something, that’s not in here, right now,” I stutter like a fucking moron.

Unsure what the fuck I’m doing as I slowly back towards the door.

“Uh-uh,” Kacey smirks, his face cast in shadow as he flips himself onto all fours.

My heart flip-flops in my chest as I watch him slowly crawl to the end of the bed, his fingers curling over the footboard. His knuckles blanching as he flexes his fingers, testing his grip. I stop moving, every single nerve ending in my body screaming at me to run. I lick my lips, Huxley and Max unmoving, but their eyes on me. Their gazes devouring me inch by inch as they look their fill. Kacey’s laser focused on mine, the gold bleeding into the black of his pupils, making him look like some sort of demon. His smirk slowly morphing into a grin, toothy and wide and wild. My mouth open, my breaths panting, I feel myself getting wet for him. All my aches and bruises disappear, nothing left inside me but a delicious mixture of fear, desire and anticipation.

I back up another step, this one confident, more deliberate. Kacey’s eyes flash, my breathing hitching, my chest rising and falling dramatically as I study him. Waiting. He tilts his head at me, his flop of blonde hair falling over one eye.

He dips his chin, purring, “don’t run from us, baby girl.”

My heart stutters in my chest, the rumble from his chest hitting me like a knife to the heart. Everything in me telling me not to move my feet, I shuffle back half a step. A second later he’s launching himself over the footboard, I spin around. My fingertips just brushing the door handle when a large hand fists my hair.

Wrenching my head back, my neck arching, I look at him, my view upside down. A sick grin on his beautiful face, one that should send a shiver through me for a completely different reason than the needy one currently rolling through me. His other hand planted flat against my belly, his thumb stroking the base of my sternum, he gently pulls me against his huge, muscular body. His head bent, his stubbled cheek grazing against mine, his lips at my ear, hot breath on my neck.

“I’m never gunna let you go, baby girl. I’ll chase you, wherever you are, Sweetheart. I’ll always find you, even when you run from me,” he growls before his tongue is pillaging my mouth.

Kacey’s lips smash into mine, my teeth knocking into his as his tongue dives deep. Long, luscious licks into my mouth have me panting, my good hand threading up and around the back of his neck. My head still angled painfully, he fists my hair harder, ripping strands out at the root. I whimper into his kiss, my body thrumming with need. He tears his mouth from mine, nipping at my raggedy bottom lip savagely. Pulling back so he can look into my eyes, he flattens his tongue. Making sure I watch as he laps at my chin, the trickle of blood from my torn lip devoured by his mouth. His lips lock onto my lip, sucking it hard into his mouth, releasing it with a pop.

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet, Kyla-Rose,” he rumbles as I pant, my breath against his mouth. “I’m going to devour you,” he promises me.

Suddenly he pushes me forward, twisting me around and slamming me into the door. He rolls his firm body into me, his hard, thick cock burning against my core. I groan as his hand comes to my throat, his thumb pressing into my pulse point. Dipping his head, his tongue running up my throat, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. I desperately rub my thighs together. His hard cock digging into my lower belly.

“No,” he snaps, his face suddenly in mine, his nose softly nuzzling my own, something so gentle. “No, you do not get relief,” he barks huskily.

My entire body trembling at his sudden switch, his actions and tones all conflicting.

“Girls that run get punished,” he breathes against my cheek, making me sag against the door, his grip on my throat the only thing keeping me upright.

He inhales sharp and fast, running his nose up the column of my throat, his lips to my ear, I shiver.

“You’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you, Kyla-Rose?”

The way he says my name has me practically melting to the floor. I tremble so hard, my teeth chatter.

“Yes,” I whisper.

A smug smirk working its way to his lips, that devilish glint in his gold eyes.

“Good girl,” he purrs.

His thumb sliding over my pulse, his fingers loosening their hold.

“Now get on your knees and crawl to your masters,” he finishes, roughly throwing me down onto the carpet.

My knees hit first, my palm landing next, my wounded hand, thankfully, still tucked into my chest. Not that I’m worried, I know Kacey wouldn’t have let me hurt myself. I suck in a sharp breath, my head spinning. Kacey’s huge shadow falls over me in the dim purple light. My eyes on the floor, I start to crawl forward, my cheeks heating as I go. I slide my hand forward, my knees moving me closer until I get to the end of the bed. I sit back on my haunches, tipping my head back, my eyes on Kacey. His chest heaving with every breath, he reaches down, his thick fingers once again clasping my throat like a possessive tattooed collar. He tugs me up, my feet scrabbling to get under me. He stands behind me, his hands sliding onto my hips, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my black, silk pyjama shorts, his calloused fingertips grazing my flared hips.

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