Page 62 of Vow of Revenge
“No promises, Kaleb. Just honesty and plenty of sex.”
“That sounds good to me.”
“Did you ever bring girls back here?” I asked lifting my cheek from his smooth skin ever so slightly, just enough to watch his eyes glisten.
I wasn’t surprised by his husky dirty laugh. “Yes. I’ve messed around with many a woman in this place.”
The idea of Kaleb fucking random women brought forth a heated wave of jealousy. “And in here?” I asked propping my head up on my fist.
He rubbed his nose, a tell-tale sign that he had. “I’m sure you know about my reputation, Freya. Don’t make out like you didn’t know.” He sighed heavily.
“Are there any rooms in this massive house where you haven’t fucked someone?”
Expelling a low hum, Kaleb seized my hand and hauled me upright. He dropped his feet over the edge of the bed and turned into me. “There’s a few. Let’s change that, shall we? Come on.”
“But I’m naked!” I laughed, trying my best to bring a sheet with me as he pulled.
“And I like you naked. Come on. The house is more or less empty.” I trailed behind, adrenaline pumping through me. His fingers drifted down to my hand, linking us together like a proper couple. We ran through the corridor bare foot and buck naked. Nearing what seemed like the end, he swerved left to a semi-circle section of hallway with long windows framing the moon.
“Right here.” He dropped my hand, letting it fall to my side.
“It’s so open?” Every inch of me tingled, and to be honest, I couldn’t have cared less if he fucked me on a car bonnet out in the front.
The moonlight made everything seem magical with its pale glow kissing the darkness. It spilled onto the soft carpet that looked like it hadn’t been walked on in years, or ever. In front of the bay windows sat a crescent shaped chaise lounge, positioned a metre away from the window like a viewing gallery.
“Right here, right now.” There was a lightness to his mood, a carefree hint to his voice.
In a swift movement, he turned into my chest and walked me backwards until I bumped into the wall. His fingers found my neck and he secured them against my throat, so my chin was held high. “You’re the first woman I’ve fucked here.” His lips smashed down with an urgency bordering on vicious, like he needed to breathe me into his lungs. It was the type of intense kiss that made my thoughts vanish and my limbs quake.
Breaking away, he took a deep breath. Bright blue eyes glowed in the milky light. “You’re the first women who has played my heart Freya Beaumont.”
“Kaleb,” I sighed into his mouth, but his fingers only tightened.
“I want you, Freya. Help me find my way.” The hoarse crack in his voice sounded like he was begging me.
“Kiss me.”
Freya exists in the pages of my heart. Every seductive flare of her pupils, delicate touch and hidden emotion scribed into the fibres, bleeding my emotions as the ink. This story of ours was always going to be difficult, I just never imagined how cruel life could truly be.
The recent recollections and abnormal dreams only began after I met her. Memories were unlocked, visions were returning, beginning, seeping out of the sealed vault in my mind. I was confused and without wanting to admit it, scared. Fearful of the familiar face whose eyes and smile mirrored hers. I couldn’t piece it all together.
For the first time in my life I felt like I belonged, my home was inside Freya Beaumont.
“Kaleb, you’re so sweet. Thanks for the chocolates. I love sitting here with you, in this car, hearing all your stories. I hope you got that boy, Tom, back for playing the prank on you?”
“Yes, I did. I got him good. I put cold baked beans in his pillowcase. He had no idea it was me!”
“My my, you are a clever boy! Just make sure you don’t let the bullies get the better of you. Promise?”
“I promise. I miss talking to you when I’m sent away.”
“But then it’s more special when we see each other again. Here, Kaleb, have another chocolate.”
Chocolate.
A warm smile.
A gentle kiss on the top of my head.
