Chapter 15 Marked
(WARNING: SPG Content ahead, Read at your own risk.)
KARA'S POV
His lips crash against mine again, harder this time as his tongue pushes past my resistance to claim every inch of my mouth. I taste the salt of his anger, the desperation in the way he devours me, and my hands fist into his shirt, torn between shoving him off and pulling him closer. The bed dips under our weight as he shifts, his body pressing me down into the soft mattress, and his knee slides between my thighs to force them apart.
"Mr. Stewheinz—" I gasp when he breaks away for a breath, but he silences me with another kiss, his fingers digging into my hips, yanking my skirt up my legs. The fabric bunches at my waist, exposing my thighs to the cool air of the room, and I feel the heat of his palm sliding higher, rough and unyielding.
"Don't," he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing the skin there, sending a shiver straight to my core. "Don't say my name like that, not now."
His hand cups my pussy through my panties, fingers pressing firmly, and rubbing in slow circles that make my hips buck involuntarily. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but it escapes anyway, raw and needy, betraying the storm raging inside me.
I should hate this. I should scream, fight, run back to the site where Aaron's easy smile waits, where things make sense. But his touch ignites something I've been burying under clipboards and checklists, a fire that licks at the edges of my control. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my legs with a swift, impatient motion, leaving me bare and exposed. The vulnerability hits me like a punch, my breath hitching as he stares down at me, and eyes dark with possession.
"You're wet for me," he murmurs, voice thick, his fingers sliding through my folds, parting them to circle my clit.
I arch off the bed, a whimper tearing from my throat as pleasure sparks, sharp and insistent. He doesn't ask permission; he takes, dipping two fingers inside me, thrusting deep and curling them just right to hit that spot that makes my vision blur.
"Stop pretending you don't want this," he says, his free hand pinning my wrist above my head, his body hovering over mine, and trapping me.
His cock strains against his pants, hard and insistent as it presses into my thigh. I can feel the heat of him, the promise of what's coming, and my body clenches around his fingers, slick and aching.
"I... I can't," I whisper, tears pricking my eyes, not from pain but from the confusion twisting in my chest.
Aaron's words echo faintly. Kind, safe, but they're drowned out by the wet sounds of his fingers fucking me, the way my pussy grips him, pulling him deeper. He adds a third finger, stretching me, his thumb grinding against my clit, and I cry out as my free hand clawing at his shoulder.
He pulls his hand away suddenly, leaving me empty and throbbing, and I whine in protest before I can stop myself. His eyes flash with triumph as he unbuckles his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room. He shoves his pants down just enough, freeing his cock. It's thick, veined, and the head is already leaking pre-cum. It slaps against my inner thigh, hot and heavy, and I stare at it with a pounding heart.
"Look at me," he demands, gripping my chin to force my gaze to his. "Tell me you don't want my cock inside you." His voice is rough, edged with that same storm from earlier, the one that made him punch the wall until his knuckles bled.
I open my mouth to deny it, to push him away, but the words stick. Instead, my legs part wider, an invitation I can't take back. He doesn't wait; he lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance, and thrusts in with one brutal stroke. I scream, the stretch burning, filling me completely as he buries himself to the hilt. My walls flutter around him, adjusting to the invasion, and he groans, low and guttural, his forehead dropping to mine.
"Ahhhh... Urrghhh! Fuck, Kara!" he breathes, pulling back almost all the way before slamming in again, setting a punishing rhythm.
Each thrust rocks the bed, the headboard thumping against the wall, and mirroring the chaos in my mind. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, angling deeper, hitting that spot inside me over and over until stars burst behind my eyelids.
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him on despite the voice in my head screaming this is wrong. His mouth finds my breast through my blouse, teeth scraping the fabric before he rips the buttons open, exposing my bra. He yanks it down, latching onto my nipple, sucking hard while his hips piston into me. The dual assault as his cock pounding my pussy, his tongue swirling over sensitive flesh pushes me closer to the edge.
"Mine," he grunts between thrusts, his pace faltering as he chases his own release. "No one else should be touching you, not Aaron, and not anyone." The jealousy in his voice should scare me, but it only makes me clench tighter around him as my body responding to the raw claim.
"Ahhhh... Urggghhh!" I screamed while eyes are closed and biting my lower lip because of the unexplainable pleasure.
Sweat slicks our skin, the room filling with the slap of flesh on flesh, my moans mingling with his ragged breaths. I feel it building, that coil tightening low in my belly, and when he reaches between us to pinch my clit, I shatter. My orgasm crashes over me, pussy spasming around his cock, milking him as waves of pleasure rip through me.
"Urgggghhh! Ahhhh... S-Sir!" I cry just Sir, like he's always been in my darkest thoughts.
He follows seconds later, burying deep with a roar, his cock pulsing as he floods me with hot cum. It spills out around him, warm and sticky, marking me from the inside. He collapses onto me, weight pressing me into the mattress, our breaths syncing in the aftermath.
For a moment, silence wraps around us, heavy as his body. My mind clears slowly, the haze of lust fading, leaving the ache of reality. His hand strokes my hair, almost tender now, but I know this changes nothing. The chaos inside me isn't silenced, it's louder, tangled with guilt and longing.
He lifts his head, eyes searching mine.
"Stay," he says softly, like it's a plea.
I don't answer.
I just close my eyes, letting the warmth of him hold me, even as my heart fractures a little more because of the fact that he keeps on making me feel that I have a space in his heart, even though someone else already occupies inside it.