Page 59 of Unhinged Kallie

Kallie touched my face, and I should’ve stepped away before this went any further, but no matter how much I ordered my limbs to let go of her, they wouldn’t. I watched her rise up on her toes and felt as trapped as an insect in her web. She was intoxicating to every part of my body and mind. I swam in a pool of insanity with her near me.

Her lips were moving, and even though the softly spoken words weren’t penetrating my brain, I knew she was ordering me to kiss her. The voice in the back of my head was telling me no and to let her go, but like an addict, I felt my resolve slipping and justifying why just once wouldn’t hurt.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as she nipped my bottom lip. All my muscles were tense and shaking as I tried to force myself to do the right thing, but some wars would never be won. I captured her mouth like a beast finally freed from its cage.

My morals soared out the open door, and I kissed her hard, taking what I’d been dreaming about for years.

“Fuck, Trouble, you’re going to get me killed.” Even saying the words out loud didn’t help this time.

“I like trouble,” she purred, and I shivered.

Pushing her against the wall, I attacked her mouth with all the pent-up frustration eating me alive. Kallie moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed every one of those sounds down like she was the first meal ever to satisfy me. With a great deal of effort, I broke the kiss, but Kallie jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist, her body grinding into my dick.

“Fuck, Trouble. Shit,” I growled as she bit my lip harder this time. The sharp pain was as sweet as the feel of her rubbing against my throbbing cock. “You taste like cinnamon hearts,” I said, tasting every inch of her mouth that was sweet and spicy, just like her. They were my favorite candy as if I needed another reason to be obsessed with her.

“I know.” She licked my cheek like a cat, and I fucking growled at her. What she did to my brain wasn’t sane. “Mmm…I was just sucking on some,” she whispered, emphasizing the word sucking. I shuddered and closed my eyes to rein myself in before I ripped her clothes off. I clenched my hands into fists and braced them on the wall.

“No.” Her arms tightened around my neck. “Don’t you dare stop,” she ordered, and I groaned as she sucked the side of my neck right over my pounding pulse. “I know you want me. Stop fighting it. We’re meant to be.”

I was panting hard and found myself caving to her thought process. I loved her, and age didn’t matter. She wanted me. When I kissed her, everything seemed perfect and exactly how it should be. Why was I fighting this so hard?

“Kallie, Carter, breakfast is ready,” Cain yelled up the stairs, and I jumped like I’d just been shot. My heart seized as quickly as my cock wanted to jump off my body and run away. If he came up and saw us, that would happen anyway. I would get a front-row seat to watch as my dick got cut off and tossed out the window.

I tried pulling her arms off my neck, but she shook her head at me, clinging to me like a little koala bear.

“Okay, Dad, Carter is just opening the gift I got him,” she called back, but nothing was going to fix this. The bubble surrounding us burst. “Stop panicking. You look guilty,” she sighed, obviously as annoyed by the terrible timing as I was.

Nodding, she released her legs and dropped to the ground. She poked me in the chest. “I don’t care about Claire coming today, but remember, you’ll always be mine.”

“You know that can’t happen. Case in point.” I pointed toward the stairs and my guaranteed death. Some of the guys on my team were scared of the fathers of girls they dated, but they didn’t know what real fear was. They didn’t live with a notorious serial killer. You could put all those fathers in a room together, and they still wouldn’t be as terrifying as a single look from Cain. I was sure he already had my death planned out. He made it clear that I was always a threat. I was still shocked that I made it to nineteen alive. Every birthday I would stay awake all night staring at the door, waiting for him to come and get me. To tell me that I was now too old and knew too much.

“He is fine with you and would be fine with us. Maybe we should just tell him how we feel.” Kallie stepped toward the door, and I jumped in her way, grabbing her shoulders as my stomach dropped. It felt like she had poured ice water on my head.

“No, please. You don’t understand. He’s your dad and sees you differently. I’m nothing more than a reminder of your mom and what he lost. I’m the burden he took on, not his flesh and blood. Trust me when I tell you he would whistle a fucking tune as he strapped my body down to his table and plucked my eyes from my head.” I sucked in a deep breath. “If you really care about me the way you say, then keep quiet about what just happened.”

She crossed her arms and pursed her lips, and I knew she was mulling over what I said.

“Fine, I won’t say anything, but you need to tell me how you feel about me right now.”

Oh fuck. Hey Carter, would you like to stand in front of a speeding semi or a runaway train?

I licked my lips. “Trouble…”

“No, no more denying. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me. That you don’t love me. That you don’t want to fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”

“Shhh.” I glanced out into the hallway, my heart pounding so hard I thought I might faint. “Let’s talk about this after we eat. We need to go.”

Kallie grabbed my arm. “No, we do this now or….” She tilted her head and looked so much like her dad that I swallowed hard.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, knowing that if I lied and said no, she would pick up on it like a bloodhound on a scent. Why was she doing this to me?

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, of course, I want all that and more, but…”

“No buts. That’s all I needed for now.” She ran her hand down my arm as she left my bedroom. “We will have that. You will cave, and you will see that it was inevitable.”