𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐞

Chapter 16

I'd given up on eavesdropping and headed back upstairs to shower. There was nothing more that I needed at this moment than my bed. The house was quiet when I finished my shower and left the bathroom so I assumed they finally left. I guess my guns were tougher than Keiran's after all. He'd probably gotten bored and left, I guessed. I was proven wrong when I pushed open my bedroom door and found him lounging on top of my bed.

"Ready to talk yet?" he asked as his smooth voice filtered through the room. He was holding my journal open in his hand.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked.

"Rereading my favorite bed time story. There are new entries in here," he said without looking at me. The familiar feeling of dread returned as I watched him read my journal. I started back writing two weeks ago when the first strings of depression and loneliness began to take root. There was no one else I could tell so I told my journal. I usually kept my entries short but it was now almost full. It felt like I was running out of time as well.

"My journal is private. You have no right," I growled. I looked around my bedroom for something to throw at him or better yet gouge his eyes out with.

"I have every right considering most of it is about me." He looked way too comfortable lounging against my pillows and reading all my secret thoughts and feelings. They weremine.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You wouldn't talk so I had to find another way for you tell me what I need."

"And did you find anything?" I asked sarcastically.

"I found plenty." He closed the journal but still held it in his hand, probably to drive me crazy. I wanted it out of his hands so bad. I couldn't erase what he already knew but maybe it would take some of the humiliating pain away.

"Good then you can leave," I urged.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Get out. I don't want you here," I said firmly.
"I think you want much more from me than you're willing to admit out loud," he quipped while waving my journal and tossing it on the bed. Finally. "Come here," he beckoned.

"No." I braced my feet on the floor to ward off the power and the spell he wielded over me. The one that made me obey.

"You're going to make me come get you then?"

"If you must," I said and clutched my towel tighter around me.

"Monroe?" He called quietly, his voice was soft but the look he gave me was intense as his eyes swept my body with burning lust.

"Yes?"

"Are you sore?"

"No," I answered, feeling my pussy clench. It was eager for what was coming and so was I, I admitted begrudgingly.

"When I get my hands on you," he said, rising from the bed, "I'm going to fuck you hard and I'm going to make you come harder." He shed his shirt as he took slow steps toward me. "Are you ready for me?"

"If you hate me so much, why do you want me?" I blurted. If I weren't so focused on him I would have missed his pause and the look of uncertainty that passed in his eyes before he hid it.

"I could ask you the same thing. Besides I think it's a little too late to question it now," he retorted sarcastically.

I lifted my chin and backed up a step. "I don't think you want me. I think you do it to torment me more."

"Then I'm torturing us both," he said before he stole my lips with his and backed me up against the wall.

When I opened up for him, he sucked on my tongue and unwrapped my towel from my body. I heard the material fall to the floor at our feet just as he pressed harder against my naked body. He was well over six feet tall and always made me feel so small compared to him. His bare chest was hot against my own skin while his hardness teased my stomach through his jeans. I couldn't take the separation so I unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them down his hips and immediately gripped his cock in my small hand.