Breaking The Silence (Fatally Flawed Book 3) (7 page)

Chapter 18

Izzy

              His words are racing through my head on repeat. He wants to possess me. It’s not the choice of words that cause a wave of fear and desire to run through me, it’s the tone of his voice. There is no doubt, only truth behind every word he speaks. The realization that I am about to get everything I have been hoping for sends chills down my spine. I’ve always craved K.J. Wanting him to be my first and claim me as his. I’ve never wanted anything more, but my mind is telling me something my heart doesn’t want to hear. He’s not here to reveal his love for me, I have become his obsession, nothing more.  
  

              The sudden sharp sting, of cold metal being slapped down on the inside of my thigh, causes me to get out of my head and start focusing on my surroundings again. Without sight, my other senses should be getting stronger. Every time I inhale, K.J.’s cologne with the hint of motor oil, is all I can smell. There is no noise to be heard because he is deathly quiet as he walks around my bed. Trailing what I can only assume is a very sharp knife down my naked body.
  

               I hear the rustle of clothing before feeling the bed dip from the added body weight of K.J. joining me. “Have you ever made yourself orgasm Elizabeth?” He asks, while placing his warm mouth over my left nipple, biting down on it softly. The moment his hot mouth makes contact, I whimper from the sensation, causing him to smile against my skin. When I make no attempt to answer his question he bites down harder, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
  

               “Answer or I stop.”
  

               “Yes... I’ve made myself orgasm.” I state, my voice laced with frustration. This man never wants to talk, trying to get him to is like pulling teeth, but now I can’t get him to shut up.
 

                 "Don't give me attitude, you won't like the consequences." He declares in a smug voice. I've never been a patient person, and my impatience always leads me to say things without thinking first.      "Asshole." I mumble, not entirely sure he heard me or not. Waiting for the consequences that never come, I lift my hips off the bed, trying to get his attention. I inwardly groan when I feel his rough hands moving toward the one place I need him to touch the most. The slightest graze of his finger over my pussy has my hips bucking on their own accord. Slowly making his way to my entrance, gathering up my juices, he starts rubbing small circles on my clit. I spread my legs even wider, no longer concerned about my nudity, crying out in pleasure. I feel my walls tighten, when he applies more pressure, my body enjoying the added friction.
 

                 "Are you about to cum, Elizabeth?"
  

               Not wanting to test his patience, I answer immediately, "Yes...God yes." I moan out. Moving my hips faster, chasing the orgasm that is only seconds away. When he abruptly stops, I yell out in frustration, before opening my eyes to glare at him. Seeing the smirk on his face, I quickly get frustrated, my attitude coming to the surface.
  

               "Did I tell you to open your eyes?" K.J. ask.
  

               "Did I tell you to stop?" I counter, royally pissed that I just missed out on an orgasm that would put all others to shame. Without saying a word, getting out of the bed and walking to my dresser, he starts searching through my things. He must have taken his shirt off sometime after he tied me. With his back turned to me, I am briefly surprised by the huge tattoo covering his back. Perched on an old tombstone, a black and white, gargoyle sits with his wings spread. The menacing expression on his face acting like a warning to others. K.J. must find what he’s been searching for, walking back over to the bed, he ties a black scarf around me eyes.  

              “I was enjoying my view.” I complain, waiting on him to reprimand me for talking. Hearing nothing but the sound of clothing falling to the floor, my muscles once again clinch with anticipation. It doesn't take long for K.J. to have me back on the brink, ready to step over, into the blissfulness of my orgasm.  He is once again using his talented fingers while exploring the rest of my body with his lips. My walls start to tighten again, and just like before he stops. This time there is no mumbling or whispering,  "you've got to be fucking kidding me." I shout out.

              “Patience.” He whispers against my skin, kissing his way down my body. Wrapping his strong arms around my legs, I spread my legs further, loving the sensation of his teeth grazing my inner thigh. Trying to arch my hips, when he makes it to the end of his path, I whimper when the only friction I get is his hot breath blowing directly onto my clit. He starts biting the inside of my other thigh, leaving me squirming underneath him, silently begging him to put me out of my misery. He must sense the urgency and frustration coming off of me in waves, because he finally takes pity on me.

              The first long swipe of his tongue, has me arching my body, his strength the only thing keeping me on the bed. He starts at my entrance, then ends with the tip of his tongue making small circles on the one place I need it the most. Through all the sensation, that’s captured my full attention, I don’t feel him remove one of his arms from my around thighs. Easily inserting one finger into my entrance, he starts rubbing my inner walls, he quickly brings me back to the edge. Before I am able to orgasm, he sits up, lifting my hips off the bed.

               "This is going to hurt." He declares before slamming himself into me with one solid thrust. My back arches at the same time I scream out from the searing pain that I am feeling. It's like I've been ripped apart and my body is trying to reject the intruder. He makes no attempt to move, other than to start rubbing small circles on my slit with the pad of his thump. It takes a seconds before my body starts to adjust to his size, but he never stops circling my clit. When my walls are once again slowing starting to tighten around him, he pulls out before slowly thrusting all the way in again, I yell out in both pain and pleasure. Applying more pressure on my clit, he sets a rhythm, now speeding up his pace. My body having already been wound tight, takes no time at all to once again build up my orgasm.
    

              "Don't you cum, Elizabeth.” K.J. grunts out, slowing down his pace on my clit. “Not until I tell you." He relieves some of the pressure, slowing down his circles, keeping me on the edge. I stop moving my hips with his, taking deep breaths, trying not to cum. Just when I think I can't hold it back anymore, he slams into me and applies the pressure needed to send me into complete bliss. "NOW." He shouts, thrusting into me faster. My orgasm rips through me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body, causing me to scream out his name.
  

               Still riding out the pleasure, I feel his body weight shift, and the scarf is removed from my eyes. He then leans up, still inside of me, and removes the belt from my wrist. I bring my arms down and place them around his neck. With both his hand on my hips, he removes himself from me, before standing up and gathering me in his arms.
  

               "What are you doing?" I ask.
  

               "We’re taking a shower." He states while making his way out my bedroom door.
  

               "I just want to lay down." I say, stretching my body out in his arms.
  

               "You can sleep when I'm done with you." He declares before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. A chill runs up my spine in anticipation of what he has planned for me. Based on the smirk on his face; I know I’ll enjoy every minute of it.

Chapter 19

Izzy

              The sunlight, coming in through the windows of my bedroom, wake me up from the first peaceful sleep I’ve had in weeks. Stretching my limbs out I’m immediately reminded of all the wonderful sex that took place last night. My body feels good and used in all the right places. When my arm is met with nothing but the wrinkled sheet to my left side, it’s then I realize K.J. is not in bed anymore. Sitting up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I cringe at the soreness between my legs.              

              Slowly getting out of bed, I head to my closet, determined to get dressed fast. Determined to find the asshole that took my virginity and left me without so much as a goodbye. After throwing on the comfiest sweat pants and tank top I own, grabbing my phone off the dresser, I make my way to the bedroom door. Once I am in the hallway, I hear the clanking of pans, and water running in the kitchen. Storming into the kitchen, I’m fully expecting to find Kiersten, but instead see K.J. standing there looking sexy washing the pans he must have used to make breakfast.

              I slow my pace, tip toeing my way to his back, trying to surprise him. I’m just three steps from his back when he turns around abruptly, and scares the shit out of me. Placing my hands up in the air, I let out a high pitch scream, before my brain is able to register that there is no danger. People have always been able to frighten me easily, it’s like my brain focuses too hard on one thing, making me an easy target.

              “Good morning Elizabeth.” K.J. states, taking me into his muscular arms. I can’t help but feel safe and protected when he has me firmly in his grasps. I mold my body to his, breathing in his familiar scent, before mumbling into his chest. “You’re an asshole, you know that?” I tell him, still annoyed that he managed to scare me so easily.

              “I know.” He declares, taking a step back. “Sit down and eat your breakfast. We are going to Dalton and Bethany’s today.”

              “You’re not joining me?” I ask as he walks around my kitchen, obviously familiar with the layout.

              “Nope. I’m going to be right outside your door, returning missed calls.” He finishes his statement, while pulling a chair out for me, and placing a plate full of food down on the table. I slowly make my way over to him, hoping to at least get a kiss before he slips out into the hall. I’m not disappointed when he tilts my face up, by way of pulling my hair, before placing a rough kiss on my lips. The feeling of his morning stubble is rough and scratchy against the palm I’ve placed on his cheek. His large fingers wrap around my tiny wrist, removing my hand from his face.

              “You don’t touch me, unless I tell you too.” He announces after breaking the kiss. Stunned into silence, which he seems to do to me often, I merely nod my head in understanding. He releases my hair and wrist, before turning his back to me, making his way to the front door. As I watch him stride away, always walking with purpose, he shouts over his shoulder, “eat, Elizabeth.” Not having it in me to disobey him, I immediately sit down and start eating the wonderful food he made for me. Taking a bite of the eggs I can’t help but think about all the times I have obediently listened to him, without so much as a thought. If I’m being completely honest with myself, I have no clue as to why he holds so much power over me. I’m not afraid of him like everyone else seems to be. There is a darkness hidden in those black eyes of his, but deep down I know he would never hurt me. He is everything I should hate. So why do I feel like a complete asshole every time I disappoint him?

              By time I am finished devouring everything on my plate K.J. is still out in the hallway. I decide to throw caution to the wind and see what was so important he couldn’t have breakfast with me. I try to stay as silent as possible when I crack open the apartment door. K.J. is standing across the hall, his back to me, holding an old timey black flip phone to his ear.

              “I’m not that helpless little boy anymore, Lorenzo. There is nothing you can do to me that I haven’t already lived through. I told you I’m done with you and your organization, don’t bother me again.” He hangs up and puts the phone in the pocket of his black wrangler jeans, “it’s rude to listen to other people’s conversations, Elizabeth.” He states in a calm voice with his back still to me.

              The reality that I was just caught ease dropping on him, causes me to do something that I am not proud of. Slamming the door shut, I lock the two deadbolts, and close my eyes. Taking a few deep breaths, I try to put together a good plan for getting out of this mess, “open the door.” K.J. says on the other side of the wood.

              “I can’t.” I cry out in mortification. I know if I open this door, I will have to face a very pissed off K.J. and the shame that I feel for snooping. It should come as no surprise to people that I am nosey, but I’ve been working really hard on changing that flaw. Eventually he will have no choice but to walk away, giving me some time to come up with a reasonable explanation.

              “Elizabeth Waters, you will open the door or I will kick it in.”

              “You wouldn’t dare break into my apartment, Kade Johnathan. That is going too far, even for you.” I shout out, trying to convince myself that statement is true. The silence on the other end of the door has me smiling to myself in victory. Then I hear a loud thud and see my door visibly shake. That is warning enough for the smile to fall from my lips, and my feet begin walking me away from the vibrating wood. With only one more hit to my door, the wood splinters, and K.J effectively charges his way into my apartment. My feet are rapidly making their way toward him, I’m no longer embarrassed, my temper has reared its ugly head and I am pissed.

              “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing? You can’t just break down my door and march in here like you own the fucking place.” I yell out, my hands waving violently in the air.

              He snatches my hands up by their wrist, holding them tightly, bringing me in closer to his chest. I can see the evil gleam in his eye, causing my stomach to drop. “You get one for ease dropping, one for not listening, and two for thinking you can talk to me that way.” He whispers into my ear before tossing my body over his shoulder like a bag of flour.

              “What do you mean. What are you planning on doing K.J.?” I ask, my attitude long gone. There is no way I am going to continue to push his buttons when he is keeping count of my transgressions against him.

              “Now that I’ve had you. You are mine to punish, Elizabeth.” He declares. I know I must be hearing things, because there is no way I am going to be punished like someone would do a child. Plus, there was a hint of delight in his voice I’ve never heard before.

              “This isn’t funny K.J. Put me down.” I say just as he is entering my bedroom. He places my feet on the floor, “remove the clothes.” He commands, taking a step back from me. I stand in front of him looking into his eyes under my eyelashes. I’m not against getting naked for him again, I’m just in no hurry to find out what my punishment is going to be.

              “The fear in your eyes does nothing but make this more pleasurable for me. Take off your clothes, Elizabeth.” I see the challenge in his eyes, and sense that if I don’t listen he will just add another tally to his punishment point system. Slowly removing my sweat pants and shirt, I stand naked in front of him, my eyes staying glued to his black boots.

              “Look at me, Elizabeth.” He states in his gravelly voice that sends shivers down my spine. It’s then I realize I am not only nervous to find out what he is going to do, but I am excited as well. There is something inside me that wants him to show me his worse, show me exactly what he can do. He roughly places his hand in my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes, “I told you I wanted your blood and your tears. Right now I will get one or the other.” I move to squeeze my thighs together, his domineering attitude sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit, but he pulls my hair tighter in warning not to do it.

              “Face down on the bed.” He commands, letting go of my hair.

              I rush over to the bed, loving the feel of the cool sheets against my heated skin. As I lay there, trying to control my breathing, I feel him take what must be more scarfs and start tying my wrist to the bed. When he is done with my hands, he forcefully yanks my hips up allowing me to place my knees onto the bed. My back is now arched and he’s placing his belt around by hips.

              There is no warning given before I feel the hot searing pain of his rough palm coming down on my bare bottom. I cry out in both shock and pain. “One.” He states before bringing his hand down again. This time it’s on the opposite cheek. I’m trying to remember how many he counted off for me earlier, as he continues to keep me screaming out in pain. “Two.” He says, now massaging small circles onto my hurting bum. Once again there is no warning before he brings that meaty palm down again, this time surely leaving a mark on my bottom. I can still feel the stinging long after he has counted to four. The belt that’s around my waist, gets even tighter when he pulls the end towards him, using it as a brace. I feel him slam into me, filling me in one solid thrust. The slamming of his pelvis onto my sore backside hurts but the feeling of him sliding out of me is masking the pain.

              With the hand that is not holding onto the belt, he grabs my hair and pulls my head back, looking into my tear stained face. Biting down on his bottom lip, before letting go of my hair, he slams into me three more times. I am on the verge of orgasming when I feel the trickle of his cum down my inner thigh. He roughly pulls out of me before removing the belt and releasing my wrist from their binds.

              “Get dressed. We’re late.” He states while pulling up the zipper to his pants. There is no way I am going to go to Bethany’s sexually frustrated because he finished before I could.

              “That look in your eyes is going to get you into trouble. You can be as mad as you want about not being able to orgasm, Elizabeth. That was part of your punishment. You will get rewarded when you’ve earned it.” He declares before walking out of the room.

              I take the pillow off my bed, tossing it at his retreating back, hitting him as hard as I can. He never turns around, just hollers over his shoulder, “that’s one.”

              I yell out in frustration before getting my clothes back on, whimpering out a bit when my boy shorts rub against my sore bottom. Once I am dressed, I march into the living room, not happy about having to listen to him. Shaking my head at the broken door that will no longer keep unwanted guest out, he strides over to me.

              “I have someone coming by to fix it. The guard will stay here until its done.” K.J. says, grabbing my hand and leading me out into the hall. I say nothing as I follow behind him, determined to earn back the orgasm I was just denied.