Page 51 of Ruthless Blade

Damn, it’s getting hot in here...I need a cold shower and stat.

He came over and helped me pull my shirt over my head, his gaze darkening as my red bra perfectly outlined my c-cup breasts. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

I swallowed, and shook my head. No one had ever called me that, and hearing it from his lips, my supposed enemy, I didn’t know what to think.

He leaned over, taking my lips once again, our tongues colliding. His hands reached behind my back, unclasping the bra in a move I didn’t know he could do, letting it fall to the side. When my chest was fully exposed to him, he broke away, taking my hardened nipples into his mouth.

Oh, fuck.

The feeling went all the way to my core as he licked, sucked and rubbed them. Then, thinking I’d reached my high for the moment, he pulled back, his fingers going to the hem of my leggings, slowly rolling them down my hips and off my legs.

My red underwear was on display, and the excitement in my bones sent tingles straight to my core. He displayed kisses all the way from my breasts to my stomach and kept going. His fingers looped into the underwear, pulling it down my hips enough for the rest of me to be completely exposed.

My eyes closed when his tongue met that particular sweet spot, my fingers tangling in his hair, never wanting this moment to stop. The movement of his tongue licking up and down my clit, left me completely unhinged.

The temperature in the room rose, and I suddenly wanted to get all of his clothes off. I yanked on his hair, and he lifted his head, his gaze colliding with mine. He licked his lips and fuck, if I wasn’t a goner.

I gave him my best come fuck me gaze, and all bets were off. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and tossed them on the floor, coming up to meet my lips. He caught the moan on my lips with his as he plunged into me, his hips starting to roll. His lips moved to my neck, and I couldn’t keep the moans quiet.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He whispered in my ear, and picked up the pace. Kayden was ruining me from the inside out, and I never wanted him to stop.

“Please, don’t stop.” I whispered, wanting more.

He leaned back, lifting my legs over his shoulder, making him go deeper. He grabbed onto my breasts and held on as he went faster and faster.

His fingers reached down and rubbed my clit, the orgasm within reach.

“Ah,” I yelled, eyes rolling to the back of my head when I completely unraveled before him.

Once he knew I had orgasmed, the fire in his eyes was brighter than I’d ever seen it, and he quickened his thrusts until he pulled out, coming all over his hand. He quickly hopped off, went into the bathroom and cleaned up.

I laid there, trying to catch my breaths, exhaustion seeping in. My body rolled over, taking the comforter and placing it over my shoulders. I nestled deeply into the blankets, and let my mind drift into a dreamless sleep for the first time in a very long time.

Hours later, my eyes blinked open to find that I was the only one in the room. I sat up, looking for his clothes and they were off the floor, not a trace left.

I threw the covers off, and quickly got dressed, trying to figure out where he’d gone. My phone was on the nightstand, and it started to ring.

It was Hazel, but once again, I ignored it. She’s going to kill me.

When I came out of the room, Kayden was in the kitchen, but something about him was different. His posture was rigid as he stood over the island, back hunched, looking at his phone. His jaw was clenched and my stomach dropped.

This isn’t the Kayden that was with me earlier.

I moved into the room, my feet hitting the hardwood rather quietly, afraid I might’ve done something to piss him off.

“Are you okay?” I asked, and he looked up.

His blue eyes hardened, and my worst fear was recognized. “I need you to get your bag so I can drop you off at the dorm.”

I tilted my head, “Why? What’s wrong?”

He didn’t say a word, but shook his head and went to the spare room. I’m assuming he went to get his bag.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, tears threatening to fall.

Was it that bad? Was I that bad? I don’t understand what I did wrong.

After I had gathered my things, I stood by the door, watched him turn off the lights and close the blinds, grabbing his keys off the counter. He held the door open for me, so I stepped out as he locked it.