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He groans, yanking me down the bed by my hips. Hitched breaths catch in my throat, but I press on despite my quickening pulse.
“What happened to you, Kieren? I need answers.”
Hungry kisses trail up my stomach as he pushes my tee over my breasts. He repositions himself on top of me, sucking my left nipple into his mouth. My pussy throbs in response, and I feel myself slipping. His lips find my collarbone, the curve of my neck, my jaw, my mouth… His hard erection presses firmly against my center, and the mere thought of him inside me, stretching me, makes my head spin with desire.
“Kieren,” I plead, wanting to hold firm, but his name comes out like a clipped moan when it leaves my lips as he makes his way back down my exposed flesh.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I whisper, succumbing to the ferocity of my own need.
He glances up at me but doesn’t answer.Obviously, he brought condoms,you idiot,I think to myself. Kieren Hunt doesn’t show up outside my window at one in the morning just to talk.
“Do we need condoms, Monroe?” he asks, pulling down my waistband to flutter kisses against my pelvis. The bite in his tone borders on accusatory as he shimmies further down the bed, fisting the sides of my pants.
“Did you let anyone else fuck this pussy while I was gone?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
A pleased acknowledgement rumbles in his throat. “Then we don’t need condoms.”
I sense he’s a second from pulling my pants down.
“But what about…”
“There was no fucking happening where I went, Monroe,” he says in a harsh, silencing scold as he positions himself between my legs.
I swallow my racing thoughts.
“I know you want answers,” he says, softer now, and I can feel his hot breath through the thin material. “I want to tell you. I will… tell you. But right now, you’re keeping me from my favorite meal, and I am very, very hungry.”
He rises to his knees, and even though I knew it was coming, I yelp when he yanks my bottoms down over my ass, exposing my bare pussy. A primal growl of approval reverberates in his throat when he sees I’m not wearing panties. Kieren slides off my pants one leg at a time, and my entire body quivers in anticipation.
He lowers himself down, spreading my thighs so wide that even under the covers, cold air kisses my center. The bridge of his nose grazes my clit, and I feel myself tumble over the edge and into the abyss of surrender when he draws in a long, extended inhale of my scent.
“Monroe.” He growls my name on an exhale like an animalistic savage who has just been set free.
“Yes?” I squeak, unsure if I’m still alive.
“Don’t scream.”
7
GABI
Present Day
The more I think about it, the more I realize nothing about last night makes sense. Kieren’s reaction to seeing us was comically overblown. Why was our presence at Sigma after hours an issue so severe that Kieren ordered his underling to throw us out?
And then the way Jace quite literally threw us – well, me – out… The punishment did not fit the crime. Was he always this much of an asshole? I guess he was, although he masked it well. I just wasn’t on the receiving end of his wrath when we were dating.
Lying on my bed, I scoff to myself. Dating. Dating is far too casual a word for our relationship. I brought him to meet my parents over winter break our freshman year. We told each other ‘I love you’ for fuck’s sake.
Checking the time on my phone, I groan. I need to get going. The problem with going abroad is that you get stuck with a full load of classes in your senior year and aren’t able to coast.
“Ahh, goddammit,” I cry, rolling onto my side. My left hip sears with pain from where I collided with the ground. I hiss and hobble over to my dresser to pull out a pair of cotton shorts and then make my way to the combined living room and kitchen area where I find Vivienne.
“How are you feeling this morning?” she asks, without looking up from her laptop. I use the ledge of the kitchen counter for support as I limp to the freezer in search of an ice pack or frozen bag of vegetables.
“Angry,” I respond to Vivienne.
