Burning Truths (Consume Me #2)

17. Kenna

Chapter Seventeen

KENNA

Rough hands trail up my naked spine to grip the back of my neck. Leaning back, my eyes meet his. Blue fades to brown my eye glaze over until the room is fuzzy. Steady hands guide me towards the bed, my stare never leaving his. My heart pounds in my chest at the implications of my actions but I can’t seem to slow the train wreck I’m causing. Wild and out of control he leads me downhill towards a massacre.

“Princessa.” he groans against my skin.

Chills rush down my exposed flesh covering me in pebbles that ache with his touch. Blinking is the only escape from his piercing stare as my knees press against the edge of the bed. With one steady hand he pushes me back until my ass meets the cool sheets. My teeth clamp shut at the contact. All thoughts leave me when the other hand tugs the towel away leaving me bare and exposed.

Hunger and greed grow behind his eyes turning brown and blue eyes into black pools of heat. The pressure in my chest grows bigger with each touch. With each caress. Fear and want. Need and disgust. They swirl and battle in my stomach leaving me swimming with dizziness.

“Lay back.” he orders.

His voice is garbled behind the fuzzy blanket covering my mind. Somewhere between a dream and nightmare I’m caught in the crosshairs of hell. My body does as he declares without a fight but the images in my head of someone else standing over me fight for dominance. My head hits the bed as the air leaves my lungs leaving me breathless and vulnerable. Pressing the inside of my thighs, the muscles in my legs clench in an attempt to preserve the final bit of life I have left, but they open wide for him anyway.

“Look how needy you’ve become for me,” he says.

His control is slipping. I lean my neck forward to look at the man standing above me fully dressed. His gaze heats my skin and I fucking float higher. Above my body I see the woman he made. Skin and bones. Burns and branded. Kenna Kingston died and left a shell in her place. Trailing his fingers up and down the crease of my thigh he spreads me open letting the cold air hit my heated core.

“I want to hear you call my name.” he grunts.

Falling to his knees, my core is mere inches from his mouth. The heat of his breath brushes over me making me clench. Human contact has become so foreign that I begin to crave anything he feeds me. And fuck does he feed me everything he has to offer. It only takes two seconds before he drops his warm mouth over me lapping at me. I float higher and higher.

Am I dying?

I want to beat against the chains that hold me here but I’m frozen under his hold. Fingers dig into my skin bruising the sensitive flesh between his hands. I’ll always have these bruises to carry with me even after they fade but I open wider for him still. My body moves on instinct inviting him deeper. Closer. Giving him the opening he needed by the sound of his answering groan against my clit. It’s everything and nothing all at once. Sucking at the swollen clit in his mouth, trembles take over the body left in my place. Her hair fans out over the bed in an ashen shade of blonde.

Teeth bite down on the lip of her pussy.

“Scream for me.” he orders.

It’s more of a demand than a plea and her mouth obeys. Dry lips fall open on a cry when he rewards her by sucking on the sore lip. Plunging his tongue inside, adding a finger and curling it. Pain and pleasure collide in a rainbow of ash and fire. Toes curling, I watch her come undone for him. Lashing out dainty hands grip the sheets on both sides of her and my eyes widen. The ceiling is so close now. Floating higher his shoulders bunch under the weight of her legs circling him.

“Ryker!” her voice cracks with a wail.

Darkness clouds the edge of my vision with her release. The power he holds over her cloaking her body like a worn beaten blanket.

“That’s it, Princessa.” he coo’s.

Standing, he slowly unbuttons his jeans. Her lifeless legs hang empty against the edge of the bed. My gaze meets her broken stare, our souls clashing together. Her pain breaks through the numbness until all I feel is betrayal and need. The orgasm high still rings through her blood singing against the ache in her chest. Tears prick my eyes at the trainwreck below me.

“Fuck, you are soaked for me.” he moans.

Stroking his cock she keeps her eyes locked on mine. I’m the one stuck watching the flames die into smoke around us. Moving over her his hot breath blows her hair from her face with a sigh. Thick fingers dive inside her pressing and probing against her. Her legs lift, bringing her knees to his side on instinct.

“I want to feel your pussy squeezing me. I’ve waited so long for this, Princessa.” he says, against her neck.

She watches me. I watch her. He presses into her. Deeper. Harder. Her body responds with his movements slowly. Like warming up after a cold shower. Our breathing picks up mine mirroring hers until our lungs scream from the weight.

“Fuck.” he growls.

Deeper. Harder. Bruising hold on her hips. Pulling her closer. His teeth sink into her neck biting until blood drips from her. My eyes water. He rises over her broken body to grip her throat. The metal collar bites into her raw flesh forcing a cry past her lips.

“Come for me.” he demands.

Forceful tremors rush through her, her body obeys the demand once again. Her legs lock around his waist as he goes deeper. Dragging her into him by her throat he tosses his head back while they come together. Broken and frayed, the pieces of the woman on the bed shatter before my eyes. I’m no longer floating instead I fall. Falling fast. Our bodies collide into the train wreck I caused.

“So good,” he mumbles.

His heavy body covers ours forcing the air from our chest. Heaving, we struggle to breathe. Standing he pulls up his pants without cleaning himself off and stares into our eyes. Her eyes. Mine.

“Clean yourself up,” he says.

His tone is empty and tired. My exhaustion is bone deep leaving me unable to move so I nod instead. He moves towards the door leaving me bare and dripping. Opening the door he looks back at me over his shoulder.

“You taste better than I ever imagined.”

Shutting the door, I'm left alone. Turning towards the wall my knees meet my chest, my eyes falling closed. Sinking into the bed I drift into the darkness that welcomes me.