Page 28 of Give It a Day
“We’re married, remember?” I can hear the smugness in his voice, right before he bites down into my neckhard, making me cry out in both surprise and pain, adding a sickening twist to the pleasure he’s driving deep inside me.
I groan, closing my eyes and creasing my brows. Then laughing coldly, I try to push him off of me. “You’re insane.”
He presses his body even more against mine. “And yethere you are, letting me touch you, letting me make love to you, letting me say those three painful words that obviously strike a chord. Why are you pushing me away?” His hands on my wrists tighten as his eyes peer into mine.
“What do you want me to do? Just accept that youloveme?” I scoff, laughing derisively and shaking my head in disbelief. “Will you please stop thinking with your dick?”
“I’m thinking clearly, Kaye.” His voice is low and dangerous. “You’re the one who’s trying to turn this into a joke. Do you think I don’t notice that you deflect with humor, anger, and sex?”
Quietly, I clench my jaw, glaring at him. I hate how I freeze whenever he figures me out. But that doesn’t stop either of us. Dae still claims me, making me pant under him, with my eyes fluttering closed. His body brings me closer to a crashing orgasm, and I eagerly welcome it.
I stare up at him, taking in the marvel that he is. It’s not just about his handsome face and impressive body. His eyes are back to mesmerizing me to be still, to submit, to accept. It only takes a few more of his steady thrusts, and I’m clenching harder around him.
Pleasure runs through me, and it’s electric and addictive, taking almost all of my anxieties with it. Under my half-lidded gaze, I watch him lean down slowly. It’s odd seeing Dae be tender, but I like both sides of him far too much to complain.
Anticipating his kiss, I lick my lips and part them slightly, inviting him in. His brush against mine, all warm and soft. I nearly close my eyes, but then his voice comes out gravelly, like it’s been scraped rough and raw.
“I love you, Kaye.” His words land right against my lips, his movements slowing.
My breaths heave in my chest, from his body, from his words. I close my eyes, unable to deny that this feels so fucking good. I feel him finishing inside me, ropes of his seed painting my insides.
With his chest pressed down against mine, I don’t know whose racingheartbeat I’m feeling. Might be his, might be mine. Might be both of ours, in harmony with each other. I close my eyes, hiding my whimper, but I’m sure he feels it in the way my lips are moving against his—a trembling kiss.
My eyes slowly open to look at him. There’s so much sincerity in his gray eyes this time, it stuns me completely. Warmth floods through my body like it’s in my blood, like his…loveis spreading through me. And that feeling…I haven’t felt it in forever, and all it makes me want to do is run. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say or do orfeel.
I see the way his brows deepen as he looks at me. His voice is less gravelly but still sounds as raw when he says, “I can see it on your beautiful face. Let go, Kaye. Give me rein. I’ll show you that you can trust me.”
His hand tilts my chin up, and I look into his eyes, trying to ground myself in them since I feel so lost. It feels like words are stuck in my throat again, but this time, my chest hurts with it, like it’s cracking open slowly, letting the hurt out. I don’t want Dae to win another round, but we’re not playing the same game anymore, are we…?
He rests his forehead against mine, as if demanding my full attention. All it does is make me glower at him. And all that earns me is his amused smirk.
With a kiss, he moans, sounding very much pleased. I practically melt under him, rolling my hips on instinct. The jerk’s still hard. It’s impressive, no matter how demanding he is.
He pulls back a bit, then says, “You hate being told what to do. But I’ve already changed your mind many times in the past few hours alone. And didn’t you enjoy every single second of it? Giving up your need to be put together, so you can easily fall apart, even if it’s only from my mere fingers.”
I frown, looking away at the grass, at the droplets of dew around it,and breathing the sea salt in the air as deep as I can. “You really always get your way, don’t you?”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Always.” In a rare moment, his voice sounds gentler, while his finger traces my cheek, turning me to face him. “What’s waiting for you on the other end, once you’ve run as fast as you can away from me?”
I furrow my brows. His question makes me remember the terrifying feeling of my feet slipping at the cliff close by. Sighing, I say, “I don’t know, Dae. It’s just what I do.”
His voice is still gentle but firmer this time, as his fingers slowly tangle into my hair. “Tell me about that life you’re so keen on protecting with your sharp tongue and tall walls.”
I study him for a moment before deciding that this is my chance to say things to someone who’ll actually understand me. I blink, heavy, breathing in the salt in the air before I confess. “You know what I do, Dae. My family’s line of work isn’t for everyone to know about. I’ve had to keep my whole life a secret, and I’ve been in shady deals for most of it, finding ways out of trouble, and only knowing how to survive other criminals.” My chest constricts, so I furrow my brows deeper. “So I couldn’t trust anyone in my life. I would run and run. It protected me.”
He listens intently, his eyes searching mine. “And has it? Has running protected you, or has it left you alone and isolated?”
I wince, frowning and gritting my teeth. Enough said.
His expression hardens. “And what about what you want?”
“Why do you care?”
His eyes drill into me. “What doyouwant, out of this life, out of this marriage?” His hands tighten around my hair, making me look at him under my lashes.
Knowing him, he’ll keep asking until I give him a proper answer. So I really think about it, even in this position, with me still under him,lying so close to the cliff. The sounds of the sea splashing against the shore below us calms me, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me, less like I’m a prized cow, and more like I’m truly his wife he dotes over. Moments pass and I’m still searching for an answer, until I go with my gut, aiming for honesty. “I don’t know…” I stare into his eyes, but a wall of tears blurs my vision. “No one’s ever asked me what I want.”
He pulls me against him closer, his arms wrapping around me in a possessive grip. “Then tell me, what makes you happy?”
