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Chapter Thirty-Three

A heavy weight descends, and I wake with a start. Before I’m able to get my bearings and figure out what’s happening, my arms are dragged above my head and pinned against the plush ivory fabric covering the headboard.

“Did you really think you could run from me?” a familiar voice growls against my ear, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine.

Actually, I did. Not forever, but at least for a few days.

What I didn’t expect was for him to find me hiding out at his house on Lake Michigan. After my parents sprung the news on me, I needed time to think. At first, I had shuttered myself away in my room, refusing to speak with anyone. Dad finally knocked on the door and said that Keaton had offered their vacation home if I wanted to escape for a while. Even though I had been reluctant to accept the offer, the need to be alone outweighed any of my protests.

So I packed a bag, threw it in the trunk of the G-wagon, and took off mid-afternoon.

Since there isn’t school on Monday or Tuesday because of the holiday weekend, my parents were quick to suggest I extend my stay for the entire week. This is the first time they’ve ever encouraged me to miss my classes. Both believe strongly in the power of education being the springboard to my future. Guess that tells you what they think my future now holds.

I blink the sleep out of my eyes and stare up at a pissed off Kingsley.

Well, guess what?

I’m as angry as he is. Maybe more so. He can take a flying leap for all I care.

With a burst of strength, I struggle against the punishing hold he has on my wrists. Even though it’s futile, I attempt to buck him off my chest where he sits, pinning me to the mattress with his heavy weight. He doesn’t budge an inch. The guy outweighs me by a solid hundred pounds. There’s no way I’m going anywhere until he’s ready to release me.

“How did you find me?” I growl.

“I tracked your phone,” he admits casually as if that kind of stalker behavior is no big deal.

“What?” My movements still as I process his words. “How the hell did you do that?”

Silvery moonlight filters in through the window, illuminating the smirk as it settles across his handsome face. “That’s for me to know and you never to find out.”

Damn him!

Frustration floods through me, and it renews my energies to dislodge him. “I hate you,” I bite out. But the sad truth is that I don’t hate Kingsley. Maybe I want to, but I don’t. Not yet, at least.

His face dips to mine before he bites my lower lip, sucking the fullness into his mouth before releasing it with a soft pop. “You don’t hate me, Summer.”

“I do,” I gulp in a breath. “You lied to me!” It was all a game.

“Maybe it started out as a lie, but that’s not how it ended.”

“More lies,” I whisper brokenly, twisting my head away from him. “After this, there’s no way I’ll ever be able to trust you.”

Instead of answering, his teeth scrape against the curve of my jaw before he peppers soft kisses along the delicate column of my throat. An unwanted tremor slides through me.

“Stop.” How can I be so furious with him and yet crave his touch like it’s the very breath needed for survival? It’s so fucked up.

“Give me one good reason why I should stop.” Even though his hands continue to shackle my wrists, he moves further down my body.

“Because,” my voice trails off on a whimper as his lips slide over my bare chest.

When I had arrived earlier, the beach house had been closed up and stuffy, so I’d opened the windows, wanting to feel the fresh breeze, and enjoy the sound of the lake crashing against the shoreline. Since the evening had stayed warm and I was alone in the house, I’d decided to forego pajamas. There’s something delicious about the feel of silky sheets against your naked body.

That choice has now come back to haunt me.

A groan leaves his lips as his mouth closes around my nipple before sucking it deep into the warmth of his mouth.

Gahhhhh!

A war erupts inside me. While my brain cries out that this is wrong, my body vehemently disagrees. And it’s my body that is winning out as a hot flood of arousal settles in my core. Within a handful of minutes, I’m arching beneath him, restless for more contact.

When he lifts his mouth from me, a reluctant whimper of protest leaves my lips. God, but I hate myself for it. More than that, I hate him for breaking through my defenses so easily. I should be stronger than this. I should be able to resist him.

“How much could you hate me if you ended up in my bed?”

It takes a moment for the sexual haze to clear and his words to sink fully into my brain. Heat stings my cheeks because he’s right. I am in his bed. And I can’t say that it was an accident or coincidence either. Maybe when I walked into the house and looked for a room to stay in, I didn’t immediately realize where I’d ended up. But the moment I looked around, I knew it was Kingsley’s space. His stamp had been all over the decor.

It wasn’t a conscious decision on my part, but being close to him settled something deep inside me. I’d wanted to sleep in the place he had laid his head. And part of me wanted to strip down and enjoy the feel of his sheets sliding across my body.

I never expected him to find out. It was going to be my little secret.

When I remain silent, he nips at my other breast. As soon as I yelp, he laves the flat of his tongue over the throbbing peak, soothing the ache he created.

“Answer the question.”

When I press my lips together and try to raise my knee to his groin, he bites me again. Harder this time before drawing the bud so far into his mouth that it feels as if he will never release me. I cry out as the powerful tug of his lips slices straight to my center before bursting into flame.

Damn him!

When he finally lifts his head and releases me, I’m nothing more than a panting, writhing mess beneath him. Worse than that, my pussy is soaked with the need he has all too easily stirred to life.

“You’re mine now and nothing will change that,” he growls.

I inhale a shuddering breath and try to settle everything racing madly around inside. I’ve never felt so conflicted in my life. Part of me desires his possession. That needs it. But there’s another piece that wants him to let me go and live my life. I have no idea if there’s a way to reconcile these opposing views.

Kingsley slides up my body until his lips can hover over mine without ever touching them. All I’d have to do is lift my head a fraction off the pillow and I could feel the suppleness of them stroking over me. It would be all too easy to give in to the hot licks of arousal that scorch me from the inside out.

Instead, I force myself to say, “I need time.”

His mouth continues to ghost over mine until the arousal is so painful that it feels like something is trying to claw its way out of me.

How can I crave him so much?

“Please,” I whimper, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before I cave and spread my legs wide for him.

“All right.”

With that, he releases me, his weight lifting as he rolls off the side of the bed. The breath rushes from my lungs as a strange mixture of regret and relief swirl through me.

Wait, is he leaving?

It takes everything I have inside to keep my lips pressed together so the question stays buried where it belongs. Instead of walking out of the bedroom, he strips off his T-shirt and athletic shorts until he’s standing before me in nothing more than black boxer briefs. The light that filters in from the windows provides enough illumination for my hungry gaze to lick over him. A shiver slides through me when I realize that he’s purposefully standing still, allowing me to eat him up with my eyes.

Damn, but he’s gorgeous.

And mine.

No!

Dislodging the possessive thought isn’t as easy as it should be. With one fluid motion, he shoves the boxers down his hips and thighs until the material puddles around his feet. My gaze drops to his thick erection and my breath stalls as another wave of need crashes over me, threatening to suck me under.

Kingsley saunters to the bed before sliding beneath the sheets. His hands wrap around my body, dragging me into his arms until my naked flesh is pressed against his. It occurs to me that this is the first time I’ve seen him naked. Another sharp punch of arousal hits me, making my center throb.

He feathers a kiss against my forehead as his arms band around me. We’re so close that the tips of my breasts are pressed against the steely strength of his chest. I’m so tempted to slide my body against him until his hard muscles align with my softer curves. Being naked in bed with Kingsley should feel foreign and strange. I can’t explain why it doesn’t.

“Stop squirming,” his voice rumbles against my ear. “You’re making it difficult not to give us what we both want.”

As much as I would love to deny his words, I can’t. Even though I know it’s wrong, I want him buried deep inside me. I want that same feeling of completion I experienced in his arms last night. It was like two parts of the same whole finally coming together. As a twin, I understand that need better than most. What I didn’t expect was to feel it with Kingsley.

The warning in his voice should be enough to stop me from moving against the erection wedged between our bellies. All I’d have to do is arch and he would slip inside my heat.

With a growl of frustration, Kingsley’s fingers bite into my flesh as he flips me around until I’m no longer facing him. He settles against my back, spooning me from behind. His arm snakes around me, cupping my breast. With his thick cock pressed insistently against my backside, a groan slips free as I stretch against him. The tip of his dick paints moisture across my skin as his fingers drift from my breast, over my belly, before sinking between my legs.

As soon as the blunt tips separate my already drenched lips, I moan and spread them wide in silent invitation.

“Is this what you want?” He pumps his fingers deep inside me before dragging them out and rimming the entrance. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

That one word is all it takes to have him thrusting back inside before circling my clit, which is already pulsing with need. The orgasm streaks through my body before I realize it’s happening. I cry out, tightening in his arms. His teeth sink into the back of my neck the entire time and somehow, that only makes the storm raging inside me more powerful.

A contented sigh is expelled as my body relaxes into the soft mattress. I wait for him to gloat over how weak I am, but all he says is, “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”

His hand drifts back to cup my breast as he drops a kiss on my shoulder, pulling me so tightly against him that I have no idea where he begins, and I end.

Even with the confusion spinning inside me, my eyelids droop and before I know it, I’m floating off to sleep.