AIDEN
Her face softened when I started touching her, but Cameron bit his tongue anyway when Keira glanced his way. I stepped forward and shook hands with everyone, including Nathan. With our hands still linked, Keira pulled me right back to her side a second later.
"Are we all friends now? Good. No more touching the arm candy. Not even next gens," Keira said somewhat playfully, giving them a more natural smile.
"Next gens?" I asked for clarity.
"Next generation," Flynn called out, holding his arms out dramatically. "The future heads of—"
"We're leaving. Remember what I said. No freaking him out. Don't get him shot, stabbed, beat up, hurt in any way or else."
And the spine chilling, unholy smile was back on her face. She showed it off for a few more seconds before tightening her grip on my hand and leading me past hoards of people. They all tried to engage her in conversation, but Keira had had enough.
It was no wonder. We hadn't been alone since Madz and Nathan arrived to pick us up almost twenty-four hours ago except to sleep. We were due for a little check in. So I let her lead me away from the crowd. We headed upstairs. I hoped we were headed for a bedroom so that we could deal with my growing problem. Twenty-four hours was too long to go without fucking her.
"What are next gens?" I asked again when we finally stalled in front of a door.
Keira turned the doorknob and opened the door before she answered.
"Contrary to popular belief, The House of Assassins is not run exclusively by The House of Dormer. There are other founding families. The people you just met are from those families. They, we are next gens. We are the future leaders of The House of Assassins."
We stepped into the room. She closed the door before we could turn on a light. I fumbled around in the dark for a light switch. Coming up empty, I turned to look for her, but she was gone.
"Keira? Is this my punishment for talking to another woman?" I asked, laughter in my voice as I stepped further into the dark room carefully.
"We'll get to that. My turn to ask a question first," she said, her voice coming from some distance away.
I heard a light thud and walked carefully towards it, giving up on the light switch. A lamp went on in the dark room, offering just enough light to illuminate Keira's form sitting next to it. She was propped up on a desk with her smooth, long legs crossed and on display.
"Have you ever fucked somewhere you really, really shouldn't?" she asked, her voice warm and seductive.
I went to her in fluid, big strides. Once I was in front of her, my hands glided up her legs. I unfolded them. Need lingered in her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted and puckered. She wanted me to kiss her, but it wasn't happening. Her initiating the kiss a few nights ago when Nathan and Grayson first showed up went to my head. The more she showed me she could display love for me, the more I wanted her to.
"What is this, a weapons room? Interrogation room? Torture room?" I quizzed her as a response to her naughty question.
KEIRA
Aiden began to disarm me in anticipation of what we were about to do. My first instinct was to stop him, but my body wouldn't move when he started touching me. The scent of his cologne as he entered my personal space made the words get stuck in my throat. I was horny as fuck. His hands moved cautiously. He systematically located all the hiding places I willingly showed him. Slowly he inched further and further up my body.
My eyes just kept coming back to his lips until he laid them down on my neck. A deliberate slight to my lips. Not thinking much of it, I pulled him close. My fingers glided through his silky strands as he kissed his way up my face. My cheeks, my temples, even my nose. He kissed me everywhere but on the lips. A familiar hunger to have my mouth claimed by his lingered in my mind as his lips went down my body. I tried to ignore it. After all, the no kissing without fucking rule was still in effect.
"All of the above, I suppose. It's Madz's office," I said, watching him latch onto my thighs.
He chuckled from between my parted legs and pulled me towards him.
"Bad Keira," he teased.
He kept licking and biting his lips, just inches away from mine as he pulled my panties over my ass cheeks. Down my thighs, past my knees and finally down my legs my lace underwear went.
There was a challenge in his eyes. He wasn't going to kiss my lips, a recent sign of intimacy that he'd been indulging more and more in. Rule or no rule. The desire to have his lips on mine grew into frustration.
The incident between Kendall and me coursed through. my mind. I could have really hurt her. He would see me hurt others. It would take every bit of violent skill and instinct I had to bring Kate home.
He doted on me while I considered breaking Kendall's hand, but now he didn't want to kiss me. He was always so eager to show me we were more than just fuck buddies by kssing me. Making our fucks intimate. Even after I stuck a knife in a guy's hand in front of him, he still wanted me. That was months ago though. Before he said he loved me. What did he think of me now?
"Are you afraid of me?" I asked in a small voice, unable to stand the weight on my chest anymore.
Asking was difficult. Waiting for the answer was harder.
"Yes," he answered, pulling me down onto my feet and spinning me around. "Probably not in the way you're used to though," he said, his breath warm on my skin as his lips lingered on my body while he spoke.
We both knew where this was going. There was no reason to be nice about it. I liked the way he fucked me. For the first time, however, it irked me that he'd chosen to turn my body away from his. He bent me over the desk.
The sounds of a clinking belt buckle followed shortly by him pulling his zipper down, filled the air. The anticipation of having his dick inside me as he lifted up my dress didn't make the yearning to have his lips on mine stop. If anything, it just made things worse.
Kiss me, damn you. You said you love me, so why won't you kiss me?
"I just got a little carried away with the whole thing with Kendall," I tried to explain without sounding too desperate, bracing myself against the desk, a slow panic creeping up inside me.
"I noticed," he said, sounding amused.
He piled my hair onto one shoulder and nuzzled her neck while inching his dick into my wanton pussy. Despite my frustration, I couldn't help wanting it.
"I need to be fucked so badly," I admitted with a relieved sigh as his dick slid along the walls of my wet pussy.
"Glad we're on the same page. A whole fucking day, Kei. My dick's about ready to burst already," he said, withdrawing almost as soon as he bottomed out inside me.
He smacked my ass. I growled, my frustration making itself known to him. My heart skipped a beat. I reeked of vulnerability, but fuck, I didn't care.
"So fucking hot," he purred into my ear, grabbing onto my sides to hold me in place.
"I didn't mean to freak you out," I tried again, lost to the relief of his dick filling my pussy up and stretching it out anew.
"You can get all jealous and mad over me whenever you want, but maybe next time let the woman keep the function in her hand. At least make it a fair fight. I bet you look sexy as hell throwing other women around like rag dolls," he said, before letting out a groan.
He wasn't subtle about needing to get off, working his dick into a rhythm fucking me quickly.
I turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder as powerful thrusts rocked my body. He felt amazing inside me, fulfilling my cardinal desires. Yet I felt like I was on the verge of tears.
The woman he was fucking was a mess. I couldn't handle him responding to seeing me as a killer the way Ethan initially did. The first time I hurt someone with brute force in front of my former fiancé, he didn't speak to me for three days. Knowing what I was and seeing it were two different things.
He brought his body down onto mine so that his face was pressed right up against mine. Then he took my hands in his and continued to slam into me like he always did. I gave him a bewildered look. Every instinct known to me screamed not to say anything.
I learned long ago to hide the killer from civilians. Even royals. His dick inside me. His recent declaration of love. The desperate need to be kissed. Loved. Wanted. All it combined to bypass learned behaviour. I couldn't keep the words in if I tried.
"You just said you were afraid of me and now you're fantasizing about me being in a chick fight?" I retorted, a slight edge to my voice.
He stilled and looked me in the eye over my shoulder. Deep frustration lingered in his ocean blues.
"Do you want to know what I'm afraid of, Keira Dormer? I'm afraid of being in love with someone who can't kiss me. Why the fuck are we talking about Kendall? Fuck Kendall. I hate your stupid no kissing without fucking rule. You want to kiss me, don't you? So fucking kiss me," he ranted, marked irritation in his voice.
His words flipped a switch in me. I let out a half laugh, half cry. My heart soared. Grew brave. Courageous. Brazen.
"I hate the stupid rule too," I admitted with a lump in my throat.
I laid my hand on his cheek. Our eyes met briefly before I rushed to pull his mouth down onto mine. Kissing him felt like letting go. Being unburdened. Why was it so difficult to kiss him in the past when he tasted like pure ecstasy?
"How I respond to a perceived threat won't always be pretty, Aiden. I don't care if it freaks you out or pisses you off. I will protect you. No matter what," I told him in earnest.