Greedy Girl (7 Deadly Sins)
“You like that?” I groan.
“Yessss,” she hisses.
“What a bad little lass.”
“Mmmm,” she moans and pistons her hips against me. I hadn’t even realized I stopped moving within her. I push again, this time harder and harder. The headboard sounds like it’s about to go through the wall, but I don’t care. Nothing else matters but this. She and I, just like this forever. There is not a doubt in my mind that I fell in love with Kitty the minute she set foot in the club, but now, just a short time later, it’s so much more. She is mine in every way. Her unpainted fingernails score down my chest, scratching me, making me bleed, but I need this. I need her. I need what she can give me, and I need to give her all of me. I loosen my hold on her throat; I don’t want to hurt her. She gasps and moans.
“Fuck, Kitty. You’re. All. Mine,” I say through gritted teeth, each word punctuated by a hard thrust of my hips. I watch as her eyes roll back into her head, and she practically comes up off of the bed.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she chants as she comes. I can feel a rush of wet heat coat my dick as her pussy squeezes the life from my body.
Again, I fill her with my seed, the force of which surprises me. When I pull out of her, I lie down beside her, pulling her close to me. She yawns.
“I love you too, lass,” I whisper in her ear, and she stills. It might be crazy, but the truth is the truth, and it can’t be changed. She nods against my chest and takes a deep breath which turns into an adorable yawn. “Rest, baby.”
“Will you stay with me? Keep me safe?”
“Of course.”
What happened to my girl that she needs to be kept safe? I vow to find out.
“Where are you staying?” I ask, remembering she and her sister are still looking for a place.
“The Palomino,” she murmurs.
The name of that fleabag motel coming out of her mouth makes me sick and sad. Little does she know she’ll never be going back there again, and neither will her sister if my brother has anything to say about it. I am sure he does, but even if he doesn’t, there is no way on God’s green Earth I could let my future sister-in-law go back to that unsafe dump.
Within seconds, she’s sound asleep, snoring. It makes me wonder if she’s slept at all since she got here from Ohio. I climb out of bed, pull on my robe, and head down into the living room to grab my phone from my pants pocket, finding her panties as well. Smiling, I pocket the panties and call my brother.
“Brother?” he asks. It’s weird that I’m calling him this early in the day.
“Keiran, I’m taking the day off.”
“Oh? Why?”
“I found her,” I say simply.
“Congratulations, Kell,” he says. I can tell he’s smiling. I’m two years older, but most of the time, I swear we could be twins.
"What about you, brother?"
"I'm working on it," he says cryptically, before hanging up. I toss my phone down on the counter, still chuckling at his antics when it comes to dealing with my girl’s sister. That’s something I never thought would happen. My brother and I are in love with a set of sisters. That should be interesting. I head into my bathroom and turn the shower on. I wait until it heats up and then step under the spray. I am only in the shower for a few minutes when the door opens behind me.
“Got room for one more?” she asks.
“Always,” I say, moving over to make room for her. She steps in front of me and reaches around me for the soap. I watch in rapt fascination as she washes her body and rinses off. Then she drops to her knees in front of me. “You don’t have to do that, lass,” I say, but her mouth is already wrapped around my dick. She sucks on me hard, and my knees get a little weak, but as soon as my hands get on her head, I can’t help fucking in and out of her mouth. She takes everything I give her and then some.
I’ll ask again because I never got an answer… How did I get so lucky?
Chapter Five
Kitty
One Month Later
My life has changed drastically over the last four weeks for the better. So has Keke’s, but that’s her own story. I’ve been working in the club, if you can call it that. We are attached at the hip, among other things. Kellen has me working in his office, but nine times out of ten, we end up having sex and going home. Home. I love saying that. I moved in with him that first day. Impulsive, reckless even, but everything about him feels so right. He makes me feel alive. He touches my body in ways I didn’t even know were possible. When he touches me, I feel special. I have never felt more alive than when his hands are wrapped around my throat.