Page 107 of Sweet Deception
Iprop my head on my hand and watch the path of my finger as I drag it down Kylie's spine, deciding its time. My gut churns when I think about her possible rejection after giving her the full truth. It's almost laughable how scared I am. I lived through hell as a child, and it's this innocent angel of mine that scares me the most.
The thought of her leaving me when she finds out how I manipulated her contract, or hell, that I own Sweet Connections has me nervous. Joining is one thing, but will owning it cross the line? Her father is a cop, after all.
I sigh. The little devil sits on my shoulder telling me to just keep it to myself. If I'm smart, I would wait until I get a ring on her finger.
Except, I can't. It'll hurt her more in the long run. I must tell her now, no matter how badly she takes the news. I won't let her walk out of my life even if I have to kidnap her myself.
"Angel?" I continue the lazy pattern on her back, hoping to keep her in this calm state.
"Hmm?" Her reply is tranquil, telling me the time is now or never. She's lying on her stomach where I left her after our last round of lovemaking. Her arms rest tucked under the pillow as she faces the opposite direction. If I were to leave her to it, she would be asleep in a few more minutes.
"I have some things I need to tell you now that we've agreed to continue without the contract."
Her eyes flick open, but otherwise she doesn't move. "Okay."
"Your contract—while real, it wasn't done through Sweet Connections."
After a brief pause of silence, she flips to her side to face me, brushing my hand off in the process. She reaches for the sheet to cover herself before meeting my gaze. As we stare at each other, I lay my hand on her hip.
"You never technically signed on with Sweet Connections. I asked Margaret to keep you out of the system." Her furrowed brows turn into a scowl, so I rush on, "I did it for selfish reasons. I wanted you for myself. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you and I just didn't want to risk anyone else having access to your profile."
"Why would Margaret do that? Is it because you allow them to use your club for the meet and greets?"
"No." I take a deep breath. "It's because I own Sweet Connections."
Her mouth pinches, and her nostrils flare as her eyes narrow. "I'm sorry, what?"
Before I can respond, she rolls away. She's quick, but I'm quicker and stronger. I'm on her the minute she's on her back.
"Get off me." She angrily pushes at my chest, so I grab her wrist to pull it above her head. "Let me go, you asshole!" Her knee comes up and barely misses my groin as I slide in-between her legs to prevent my dick from becoming her next target.
"Angel—" is all I get out before she shouts.
"Damnit, Luca." She uses her free hand to beat on my chest, but she's not putting her heart into it. My angel would never want to hurt anyone, even in her own hurt.
Grunting, I grab her free hand and pull it to her other one.
It's then I realize what a sick fuck I am because her struggles are turning me on. All I want to do is slam my dick inside of her and take her. Roughly.
"Let me go. You have no right to hold me down after what you just said to me." She uses her feet to push my legs off, but she doesn't have the strength.
"Angel, I'm not letting you out of this bed until you hear everything. If you're still angry after, then we'll deal with it, but I won't let you walk out without knowing it all."
She growls, plants her feet on the mattress to shove her hips upwards, trying to dislodge me. The only thing she does is make my dick harder.
Fuck, I'm going straight to hell.
Unable to stop myself, I grind down on her and find her wet with her own desire. Since we have no clothes between us, she can't hide how turned on our fighting has made her as well.
I take a closer look. As she continues to half heartedly try to free herself, her eyes become more dilated and her face flushes as she pants with her efforts. Fuck, I can't wait to explore this later. My need for her almost outweighs doing the right thing here. If I take her now, she would give in willingly, but I can't do that to her. Not when I know she'll be mad at herself after.
I give her a punishing kiss until she finally stops her struggles and responds. When she becomes complaisant in my arms, I pull back to find her eyes glazed with desire. My dick grows harder if that's even possible, when she gyrates, sliding her pussy along my length. I pull back, hating having to stop this.
"Please. Just let me tell you everything. Give me this and if you still hate me after …"
Kylie stills, clenches her teeth, but then heaves an enormous sigh before nodding.
"Thank you." Relieved, I kiss her quickly before pulling back to explain. I need her to see my sincerity. To know what I tell her is true.