Chapter 36 Owning Her Heart
“Tell me whose fucking you...” he demanded, as he gripped on her raised thigh possessively.
“You...ahh...” she whimpered when his cock scraped roughly against her g-spot.
“My name...princess...” he rasped, inclining himself closer to her chest so that the erect nipples of her swells grazed against his chest.
“Quisito...” she moaned out his name in the sexiest female accent.
“Say it again...”
“Quisito....uhhh...ahh...” she moaned and arched her back when he heaved a thrust so hard that she saw stars.
Kate understood that her orgasm was approaching, but she wanted to delay it because she didn’t want their coupling to end. From the pace with which he plunged in and out of her, it was a miracle that both of them haven’t gotten off yet.
Using one free hand, she grabbed his shoulder and angled her head back to lean against the mirror, her eyes closing on their own with the anticipation of climax.
He realized that she way going to come from the way her chest rose and fell, but he didn’t dare close his eyes. Because he wanted to watch her when she comes apart around his length.
“Ohhhh...ahh...” Kate sobbed when she shattered beautifully in his arms. He held her as her body writhed with the surge of ecstasy, bucking and twisting as his relentless shaft guided her to new heights of pleasure. Kate had never come this hard in her entire life and this was an orgasm that she was never going to forget.
Her velvet walls clamped down on him with hot pulse and triggered his own climax.
“Aarrghhh...fuck...” he grunted as he felt her vagina squeeze out every last drop of cum from his balls. His movements staggered and he slowly came to a stop, his member still buried deep inside her.
A few seconds later, he freed her captured hand and lowered her raised thigh on the counter. Her hand and legs immediately came around to hug him and he too, embraced her quivering figure. They stayed like that for a few minutes and allowed their breathing to even out.
With both his hands, he cupped her face that rested on top of his chest and tilted it up to look at him. She watched him through heavy eyelids as he removed the strands of hair stuck on the sides of her face and bend down to place pepper kisses on her tired...yet glowing face. He will never get tired of kissing her.
The night was freezing, with a temperature less than 5 degrees, but she was covered with sweat and their erotic mix of juices. His body was burning too, but the man barely broke a sweat.
When their heat beats became normal, he unwound her limbs from around his body and took himself out of her. His body immediately missed her softness.
A lonely tear slipped from her left eye when he emptied her, but it wasn’t due to pain. With his thumb, he brushed away the wetness that slid across her cheek before lifting her up in bridal style and heading towards the bathroom.
Once they got inside, he stood her under the warm shower. Luke warm water rained down on both of them. Kate just stood there without protest, allowing him to take the lead.
He watched how the rivulets snaked down her milky skin, before touching the floor below.
After a minute, he turned off the shower and reached for the soap. Bit by bit, he lathered up her body, his hands moving gracefully over her curves. When he reached the apex of her thighs, she expected to see lust in his eyes, but there was none. It looked as though he genuinely wanted to take care of her.
She let tears wash over her face along with the water that was turned back on, when she saw the adoration with which he looked at her. Nobody has ever looked at her in such a way, not even Chris. It was true that her father cared for her, but with Quisito, she felt safe and happy. And she wanted nothing more.
Kate blinked away the tears and sniffed when he turned off the shower and began drying her body with a fresh towel he took from the nearby rack. He then wrapped the towel around her chest and patiently dried her hair with another cloth. Her brown locks frizzed up when he was done.
After covering his male glory with another towel that he fetched from the rack, he led her out of the bathroom and sat her on the bed. She stayed there like an obedient little lamb when he left for his room and came back with a white sweatshirt. When he opened her towel and removed it, she raised her hands so that he can slide the shirt over her head. It was so big that it reached her mid thighs. It was surprisingly warm and also smelled like him.
He tucked her beneath the covers and adjusted her head on the pillow. After placing an affectionate kiss on her forehead, he got up to leave, but her hands shot out to grab him.
“Stay...” Kate pleaded in a whisper.
“I’ll be back in a minute princess...” he said as he brought her hand up to his lips and planted a kiss on it. He then got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom, but only after hurriedly clearing the proof of their love making, along with the torn clothes that were scattered across the floor.
Quisito quickly finished his shower, went back to his room and returned by wearing black sweatpants. He moved towards her bed after extinguishing the lights. She was half asleep, completely spent from the events of that night. Since he knew how hard it was for her to have gone through the anxiety, he climbed inside the covers behind her, without making much disturbance.
He gently pulled her towards him, so that her back was flushed against his chest; But the moment their bodies made contact, Kate immediately warmed up to him.
She turned subconsciously in her slumber and threw an arm and leg around his body, spooning herself into his warmth. Quisito held her tender form tightly in his arms and stroked her slightly wet hair.
“I like you...” Kate whispered and placed a peck on Quisito’s chest, making his heart skip a beat. Her little head rested directly against his heart, the thumping rhythm soothing enough to lull her to sleep.
Kate woke up sometime during the early hours of the morning, because she felt something strange about her bed. It was hard, unlike her soft and fluffy one. To understand what was happening, she blinked a few times and lifted her head.
She was surprised to see him sleeping with a hand under his head, while the other was thrown over her protectively, as she laid on top of him.
He didn’t leave her alone...
He stayed....
A certain feeling of warmth rose from the hollow of her stomach and slowly filled her chest when she remembered the events from the previous night. Quisito could have ignored her agony and proceeded with his punishment. But he didn’t.
Instead, he made her feel special.
She had hated the mere existence of him a few days back, but now, she craved it more than anything.
When Kate felt him stir beneath her, she slowly placed her head back on his chest. Inhaling his musky scent, she snuggled closer to his heart and closed her eyes in peace.
Two hours later...
They both were lying awake, with her still on top of him; But this time, she watched him lovingly with a raised head.
“I’d love to stay longer in bed with you, but I have to go and pick you dad from the airport” Quisito said, as he ran his fingers through her morning hair that was splayed across her back and his naked chest.
“Can’t you send one of your men instead? I’m pretty sure that they are good drivers...” she suggested with a smile, while tracing his morning stubble with her fingers.
He shook his head with a low chuckle.
“It's not about driving. I will be escorting your father back home under my security” Quisito said as he carefully lowered her to the side so that he can get up.
Kate moved back so that he can sit up on the edge of the bed and when he did, the light of her emerald orbs fell on the large phoenix tattoo that was inked on his upper back. Out of instinct, she reached out to caress the tattoo, making his muscles ripple under her dainty little fingers.
“You like that?...” he asked, sneaking a glance behind his shoulder to get a peek at her awed expression.
“It’s beautiful...” she gushed and felt more and more of the black inked lines. When she withdrew her fingers, he got up to grab the shirt that he had brought in with him during last night.
Kate sat up straight on the mattress and watched him, her hand coming up to stifle a yawn.
He began wearing his cloth, clasping the button one by one, but turned to her abruptly when he remembered something that he had to tell her. He almost forgot what he had to say when his eyes fell on the cute little angel that looked like a barbie doll in his shirt.
The golden glow of the sunlight cast a halo around her adorable figure and he could see how his sweatshirt loved her more than him.
His...
she was his.
“Fuck...you look too beautiful...” he rasped as he bend down to steal a kiss, his hand covering the back of her head. Just like the previous night, she gave herself over to him through the kiss, her arms fisting his half open shirt.
“l’ll meet you after I bring back your father” he said when they finally parted. After giving her his sexiest smile that she had grown to adore, he exited her room.
Kate sighed in content and stretched her arms before climbing out of her bed and walking over to her window. As she watched, Quisito and his men got inside their respective cars and drove away.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so happy, because after last night, Kate was sure that he would be there for her, no matter what.
But, despite the happiness, she also felt a little nervous, because she didn’t know how her father would react to all this. Being in a relationship was new to her and she had no clue whether Winston would approve of his daughter dating his own friend.
With a twinge of uncertainty, she went inside the bathroom for her morning chores. She did not forget to take a dress along with her because she was still wearing his comfy shirt, with nothing underneath.
Kate changed into a light blue cotton frock that reached below her knees. The elegant yet simple dress was a gift from her father on her 18th birthday. She brushed her hair neatly and left it open, because it complemented her eyes.
Letting out a semi nervous sigh, she stepped out of the washroom after about twenty minutes of pep talk with her reflection in the mirror. That is when she spotted something under her bed and she walked towards it to check what it was.
A ghost of a smile touched her lips when she bend down to pick the black button of his shirt from the floor. The blush in her cheeks deepened when the image of him ripping his shirt came into her mind. She twirled the black nubbin in her palm before setting it on top of the counter on which they made love last night.
All of a sudden, she felt an unpleasant shift in the atmosphere. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, sending cold shivers running down her spine. For a split second, she dared a glance at the mirror of the counter top that was right in front of her and her heart stopped at what she saw.
“WHAT THE HELL...?” Kate yelled in fear and shock as she spun around to see three men in her room. Lethal weapons hung from their body, and it was not that hard to guess that they were trained assassins. The one who stood in the middle had blood shot eyes, but those pair of orbs looked disturbingly familiar.
Ground slid from under her feet when the man in the middle removed the monkey cap that hid his venomous face. She clutched the counter for support as panic stabbed her chest at the revelation of his identity.
“Hello...to you too Katelyn...” Placebo smirked devilishly, before cocking his gun and pointing the barrel at her terror-stricken form.