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me,” I begged.
“Look at me.”
I didn’t know at what point I had closed my eyes, but I opened them on his command and stared into his.
“You want me to come in your ass, Kyle?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
I tugged on his hair to drag his face closer to mine. “I want you to come in my ass.”
“Say it again.”
He was rocking into me so hard. I didn’t know what sensation was taking me to the edge. But I knew there was pain, I knew there was plenty of pleasure, and I knew there were only seconds left before my own orgasm exploded.
“Come. In. Me.”
He growled against my lips. “Begging me to fill that tight little ass with my cum?”
“Yes. I want it.”
“You’re going to get it. Right now.”
I didn’t think he had any more speed and power left, but he did, and he used it to drive into me. His thrusts were long, deep, fast, sharp. Raw. His mouth hungrily devoured mine. His fingers continued their assault on my pussy, and I completely unraveled.
“Kyle,” he moaned, “you’re milking it right out of me.”
I couldn’t respond. All I could do was hold on to his neck and let the orgasm blast through me. His abs tightened, his groaning deepened, his hips bucked—all of it telling me we were coming at the same time.
When he finally stilled and slowly pulled out of me, he said, “I’m not going to clean you.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll do it.”
As he looked down, a thick warmness began to seep out of me. It dripped into the bowl of the sink and clogged around the drain.
“No, you’re not.” He reached under me and pushed my cheeks together. “There’s more in your ass. I want it to stay in there. Don’t let it out, Kyle. I want only my cum on you.”
He didn’t say it. I didn’t dare bring it up. But it was as though he knew what Breath had put on my body. And like the feral animal that Garin was, he only wanted his scent on me. His scent to replace Breath’s.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“You need to get some sleep and heal this body.” His palms grazed over my thighs. “I wasn’t easy on you. You’re going to be sore.”
“I asked for it.”
“I fucking love that about you.”
He carried me off the sink and brought me to our bed. We lay on our backs on the scratchy wool blanket, air pounding in and out of our lungs. The light flickered above us, showing the dark window on the nearby wall. Another night was passing.
Another night I was still alive with the only man I would ever love.
“They must think you have the answer.” I felt his face turn toward me. “Why else would they take you for three days and leave me here?”
A part of me wanted to turn my head and blurt it all out. If anyone in this place deserved to kill me, it was Garin. But that wouldn’t help us get out of here.
“What’s stopping you from giving them what they want?” he asked.
He didn’t know our reason for being here had anything to do with Paulie because Breath and Beard hadn’t told him anything. He didn’t know the question Breath wanted me to answer. And he didn’t know I’d been holding in a secret. He just knew we were in here. Together. And he knew he didn’t have the answer.
Therefore, it had to be me.
I tilted my face toward him and mouthed, My brother.
Twenty-One
Kyle
Twelve Years Ago
Garin had kicked me out. He hadn’t escorted me to his front steps and slammed the door in my face. But he’d pulled away from me when we were in his bedroom and made me leave because he wanted to take things slow.
“I’m out of self-control. I’ve been trying real hard, but I want you so bad, it hurts. If I don’t stop now, I’m going to take things much further, and you don’t want that yet.”
But I did want that. I wanted further. I wanted more.
I knew the girls he’d been with in the past. He hadn’t pulled away from them, and he definitely hadn’t taken things slow. So, why was I different?
Maybe he was trying to be a gentleman even though I knew he wasn’t one. Sending me home before I was naked and stripped of my virginity—before his sheets could be covered in my blood and who-knew-what kind of words would have been flying out of my mouth—was the respectable thing to do.
But so many years