CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

 

Kiera

The pizza smelled really good.

I tried pretty hard to stand my ground and refuse to eat it, but my stomach was growling, and it smelled awesome.

So, I slunk over to where he was sprawled out on the floor next to the box, opened it up, and took out a slice.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

I took a bite.

“You don’t have to eat that if you don’t want,” he said. “I can call the Chinese place. Order you something.”

“It’ll take forever,” I said. “This is fine.” It was actually really good. It was really greasy, which was a thing that I pretended to hate but secretly adored.

When I was in high school, I remembered that one of my friends had taken out a napkin and soaked the grease up off her pizza slice, all the while going on about how disgusting it was. I had felt as if I had to follow suit. But I liked the grease. Anyway, I usually never got pepperoni on my pizza anymore. I just couldn’t justify it.

Biting into it now… it was crispy, spicy bliss. I chewed slowly, my eyes closed, savoring the flavor that burst into my mouth.

“Fine, huh?” said Demetrius. He sounded amused.

My eyes popped open. “Yeah. Fine. It’ll do. It’s not what I wanted, but—”

“You just looked like you were having a pizza orgasm.” He laughed.

“I was not...” I looked up at him. I started laughing too. “Okay, okay, it’s a little bit better than fine. It’s delicious.”

He snagged himself another piece. “Yeah, you were in your own little world there.”

“I just don’t usually let myself have pepperoni, that’s all.” I took another bite and chewed.

“Why not?”

I swallowed. “Just fattening is all. I mean, you’ve got all those carbs on the crust, and then the really fatty cheese. You don’t need to add greasy meat on top of everything.”

He folded the last bit of his slice over the crust. “You’re one of those kinds of girls, then.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’re all repressed when it comes to eating.”

“I’m not repressed. You watch me eat every day at lunch.”

“I bet you wish you ordered the whole sandwich instead of just half.” He grinned and took a bite. Chewed.

“I don’t. I wish I ordered the salad.”

He laughed. “You should eat more pizza.”

“I don’t want to get fat. If you eat too much—”

“Just exercise it off, then,” he said.

“Oh, right,” I said. “That’s just like a man to say. You know, you don’t understand that there’s a fundamental difference between male and female anatomy. Women’s bodies hold onto more fat than men’s, because of needing to be prepared to nourish babies. And so, sure, you can just get away with lifting weights and eating whatever you want, but I can’t do that. And I hate exercising.”

His gaze slid over my body. “Maybe there’s a different reason that women hold onto more fat. Maybe it’s evolutionary. Maybe the women with bigger asses attracted more mates and thus passed down their genes.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit.”

He shrugged. “I don’t think so. I don’t think women are really trying to make themselves attractive to men. I think they’re just competing with other women. It’s some kind of weird hierarchy with the skinny bitches on top or something.”

“So, you’re attracted to fat chicks?” I did not believe this for a second.

“No.” He popped the last bite of the slice in his mouth and reached for another. “I don’t like it when women are enormous and when they gain so much weight they lose their figure. I’m not attracted to people who look like Jabba the Hut.”

I contemplated the pizza box. I really shouldn’t eat another slice, but it had been so good… I took one. I took another bite. Oh, man. Pepperoni was amazing.

He laughed again. “You’ve got that look again. The pizza-orgasm look.”

“It’s not sexual,” I muttered. “It’s just good.”

He hesitated for a minute. Then, when he spoke, his voice was deeper. “Food can be sexual.”

I plucked a piece of pepperoni off the pizza and ate it. I licked the grease off my fingers. “You mean like when people lick whipped cream off each other’s bodies?”

He cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean that exactly, but thank you for that visual.” He got up and walked across the room to look out the window.

“What did you mean, then?” I said.

“Nikolai’s gone. Did you notice him leaving?”

“Yeah, like an hour ago,” I said. “Why did you say food was sexual?”

“I just meant that it’s kind of all the same part of your brain,” he said. “It’s pleasure. People are wired to like it for survival. You enjoy eating because you need it to survive. You enjoy sex because the species needs you to do it to survive.”

“But the pleasure makes you do things you shouldn’t,” I said. “It makes you give in to things that aren’t good for you. Like pepperoni.”

“Well, your body doesn’t see it that way. The more fat it can store, the better. It’s wired to think that there’s a dark, cold winter coming, when food will be scarce. It knows nothing about grocery stores.” He turned to look at me. “And what’s so bad about sex?”

I blushed again. Jesus. “It’s not bad for everyone. It’s just… For me… Never mind.”

“You don’t have sex?”

“Well, I’m not a virgin or anything,” I said. Fuck, why had I said that? It was a total lie. I stuffed pizza into my mouth. I just knew that he already thought of me as young and inexperienced, and I didn’t need him to think that— Damn it. I couldn’t take it back now, but I felt like an idiotic teenager. Hell, maybe Demetrius was right. Maybe I was a child.

His lips parted. “Okay.” His voice was husky.

“I just…” I picked off another piece of pepperoni. “I, um, am focusing on my job is all. I need to… It’s important that I get… established.” I put the pepperoni in my mouth, but it didn’t taste as good. I set the rest of my piece back down in the box. I shut the lid. Why were we talking about this, anyway?

He was still watching me, and his gaze seemed penetrating.

I flushed again. I felt self-conscious. I noticed that my fingers still were a little greasy from the pizza, and I began popping them into my mouth, licking them clean.

He sucked in an audible breath.

I looked up at him. I felt stupid. I should go and wash my hands, but I was now transfixed by his stare, stuck in place. So, I just watched as he took several slow, deliberate steps across the room until he was standing over me.

I scrambled to my feet.

He seized my hand.

“What are you doing?” I said, and my voice shook.

Slowly, he guided my hand up to his mouth. He put his lips around one of my fingers, licking it clean the way I had just done.

A jolt of pleasure ignited me, lighting up my limbs, my torso, my core. I gasped.

He kissed the tip of my finger. Then the inside of my palm. Then my wrist.

My whole body felt weak. My pulse was thrumming inside my skin, and I could feel it pounding everywhere. My clothes felt tight again. “What are you doing?” I managed. This frightened me. It felt good, but it was out of my control, and I wasn’t supposed to allow things like this to happen. And with Demetrius? I didn’t even like him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, and he pushed my sleeve higher. He kissed me in the crease of my elbow.

I had never known that spot was so sensitive. I got shivers everywhere. My nipples stood up straight. I tried to tell him to stop. I opened my mouth to do it, but the only noise that came out was a tiny sigh.

“Tell me to stop, Kiera,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Because I’m not good for you. And you shouldn’t give in to me.”

I reached out and touched his chest again. The place where I had touched him this morning. The heat of his skin radiated out through his shirt. I flattened my palm against him and dragged it over the firmness of his pecks and stomach. My hand looked so small against his body.

He kissed my neck.

I shuddered, closing my eyes. I felt small and vulnerable, and he seemed so much bigger and stronger than me, and it felt… right. Boldly, I pressed closer, putting my other hand on his body, sliding them both around to feel his back. His massive, solid, muscular back. Just touching him made the center of me twitch. I turned my face to him and parted my lips and offered myself to him.

And he claimed me, crushing his lips against mine, pulling me close.

The pleasure inside me surged.

* * *

 

Demetrius

I knew that I shouldn’t be doing this, but now that it was happening, I didn’t seem to have the strength to stop it. She felt so good in my arms. Her body was tiny and soft and lovely, and I felt out of control with wanting her.

I propelled us both backwards, hurling her down on the couch.

She landed with a huff, her eyes wide.

I covered her with my body before she could say anything, could stop this. I had been waiting for this for so long now, and I didn’t think I could let it go. I needed her. She was mine now. And nothing could stop me.

I tugged my shirt over my head.

She let out an appreciative noise, running her fingers all over me again.

I loved that, the feel of her small fingers on me, caressing me. I kissed her again, nudging my tongue into her mouth. I tried to do it gently, but I was full of some kind of crazy force of nature now, and I was eager—too eager to be soft.

When I pulled back, I yanked her shirt up, baring her bra. It was nude and no-nonsense, but I didn’t care about it anyway. I shoved it out of the way as well.

She gasped as I bared her breasts.

They were perfect. Round, full, tipped with perfectly shaped nipples. Already hard and begging for me to suck them. I tweaked them both with my fingers before lowering my mouth to them.

She let out a little mewling noise.

I cringed. I had probably hurt her, probably done it too hard, but I couldn’t stop now. I wanted to taste her, and so I did. I suckled first one of her nipples and then the other. And then I went back to the first.

Her back arched underneath me, and she writhed.

Was she enjoying it, or was I too forceful?

I pulled back to look at her.

Her eyes were closed. She was beautiful like that, her lips plumped and red from my kisses, her nipples swollen from my mouth as well. I liked seeing what I had done to her. Her body was gorgeous. Her skin was so light, nearly translucent. I touched a blue vein that I could see above her right nipple.

She opened her eyes.

We looked at each other.

I could see she wanted to say something, was searching for words.

I didn’t want her to talk. I was afraid she’d ask me to stop, and I didn’t want to stop. I wanted her. All of her.

And so I unbuttoned her jeans. I needed to get her naked before she could end this. I needed to have her. I tried to yank them off, but I couldn’t manage it. My fingers seemed hopelessly large, and her clothing was so tiny.

She reached down to help me, wriggling out of them, presenting herself to me.

Oh.

Now, I could see her sweet little mound. I touched it with one finger, gently brushing it.

She moaned.

I moved my finger lower, parting the lips of her slit.

She shuddered, letting out another noise.

I let myself slide against her there, against her sweet sex. She was wet. I found her clitoris and probed it softly with one finger.

She cried out.

I knew that I should take my time here. I should touch her soft and slow and slowly bring her to climax. I should put her pleasure first, ahead of mine.

But I didn’t do that. Instead, I shed my own pants, so that I was naked too.

And I took her hand and guided it to my cock.

Her small fingers explored me.

I bit my lip. That felt good. And there was something so amazing about having her touch me, after all this time that I’d imagined—

“It’s big,” she whispered.

I turned to her sharply. Oh, hell, no she had not just—

She looked unsure of herself. “I mean, isn’t it? Are they all this…?” She gave me a terrified look. “I don’t think it will… I don’t think I can…”

I should have soothed her, but it was too much. It was the fantasy come to life, and I came undone. I was on her then, kissing her fiercely as I rolled a condom over myself.

She pulled back. “Demetrius,” she gasped. “Earlier, when I said—”

“Shh,” I whispered. “Spread your legs for me, little one. Take my cock.”

“I… I want to. I just think I should tell you—”

“Shh,” I said again, placing myself against her opening. “I’ll go slow.” I was lying. I was pushing inside her even as I said it, and she was tight and wet and sweet and—

She cringed.

I thrust.

She whimpered.

I stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “The thing is, when I said I wasn’t a virgin…”

And I looked down at the place where we were connected, and I saw a smear of red.

Blood.

I pulled out of her. Fuck.

A tear slid out of one of her eyes. “I lied.”