Socket still bares the guilt from his sister being hurt years ago, he just doesn't seem to be able to get passed it. He wouldn't have joined the Broken Demons if it weren't for what happened, and while Evie now lives a normal life, Socket has yet to...
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"Yes! Oh my god, you feel so fucking good Kit!" I cry as I slam my hips down onto his. He grips my ass roughly as he lifts to meet me, I rest my hands on his chest to keep my balance. I gasp as I feel him fill me completely, fuck I'll never get enough of this.
I ride him faster, rolling my hips before lifting and slamming down onto him as I feel my orgasm build. He tightens his bruising grip on my ass as he lifts up and has me losing it
"Kit! Oh fuck, Kit!" My orgasms rushes through my body as I shudder and shake above him. His grip keeps me from falling and with a few more thrusts I feel him climax inside me with a loud groan.
I collapse forward, landing on his chest as I fight to catch my breath and he wraps his arms around me. I feel so comfortable and safe in his arms, oh shit, am I feeling? Do I feel things for Kit? Oh god, this is bad. I roll off of him and lie on my back beside him as our breathing slows
"You staying over again tonight?" He asks as he looks over to me. I want to, oh fuck, I want to be with Socket, Kit, damnit I've given him a pet name and never even noticed.
"I can't, that's what the phone call was about earlier, Anna wishes to spend time with her daughter." I say rolling my eyes
"Ok, well Evie invited me to dinner, but if you need to you're welcome to stay." He shrugs.
"Thanks." I smile as I climb out of bed. I need to get the fuck out of here, I care about Kit and I want him, not just for sex either, last night when he came home I should've jumped him but I was so comfortable curled up against him. This can only end badly, what the fuck am I going to do?
I take a quick shower and grab clean clothes from my bag before heading out to find Kit in the kitchen
"I better head out, I'll call you when I can." I say as I turn to leave but he grips my wrist and turns me to face him. His arm wraps around my waist as he pulls my body against his and his lips press against mine. It's a slow and sensual kiss, his tongue teasing mine and my hand travels up into his hair. This kiss is making me feel things I don't want to feel for a man, dangerous things that only end in hurt.
"See ya Kit." I smile as I break the kiss and step backwards towards the door. He follows me, standing in the doorway as he watches me climb into my car. I dare to look back as I drive away to see him still standing there, in only a pair of sweats. Oh this is bad.
As predicted this evening has been a fucking pain in my ass. Anna has gone on and on about her latest play thing and how stupid I am for working such a menial job when I could've married rich and never worked a day.
"Well I have work in the morning, I guess I should go to bed." I say as I stand from the couch
"It's still early, anyone would think you're avoiding me." She replies
"Oh of course not." I reply sarcastically.
"You know I always did my best with you and this is the thanks I get?" Must not punch my own mother
"Your best? Dragging me around the world while you fucked rich men hoping for a ring on your finger is your best? You never put me first, ever! The only good thing you ever did for me was meet Warren and even he couldn't put up with your shit!" Falling back into my native Russian I scream at my mother, something we both do when angry. She tries to reply but I cut her off
"I don't want to hear it mother, I'm sick of your shit." I hold my hand up as I back away and close my bedroom door. I change into my sleep shirt and sit down on the bed. Life is far too complicated, between what's going on with my mother and my realisation about Kit, I need girl talk and I fucking hate girl talk. It can wait until I see Imelda at work tomorrow.
I climb into bed and try to sleep, but I only end up tossing and turning, unable to clear my head. I must've fallen asleep because I jump up in bed at the sound of banging. What the hell is Anna up to now? I climb out of bed and walk along the hall towards the front door, where the loud bangs are coming from. I look through the peep hole and see four men on my front porch. Shit. Why did I never get around to buying a gun?
"Open the fucking door Anna, we know you're in there." One of the men yells, what the fuck has Anna done? I crouch down and turn to see her standing down the hall
"What have you done?" I whisper yell as I crawl towards her
"I just need more time, Gregory will fix it for me." She replies. I manage to make it to the kitchen when I hear the sound of wood splintering, fuck. I grab the first thing I can find, a skillet and hide to the side of the archway
"No point trying to hide." The mans voice sounds close and I hear his footsteps approach, I pull my arms back and lift the skillet above my head, I see his boot and swing with all the power I have. He flies back and lands flat on his back on the floor unconscious, one down three to go.
"Don't come any closer." I growl as I step out into the hall, brandishing my damn skillet. If I wasn't so terrified I'd laugh at how stupid I must look in nothing but an oversized tee holding a skillet like a baseball bat.
One on one I think I could take them. Between my boxing classes and my terrifying skillet even though each one looks like a beast I like my chances. But that's not what happens, gentlemen's honour lost all three come for me at once. I try to fight but the skillet slams into the wooden floor with an almighty crash as I land beside it.
Three booted feet slam into my body with punishing force, the air forced from my lungs, the pain as I gasp for breath causing black spots in my vision, but I refuse to black out. I find myself lifted by two sets of arms and dumped onto the couch. I look to my left and see my mother, not a freaking mark on her, as a man stands behind her.
"Where's my money?" The tallest of the three asks as one of the men behind me grips my shoulders so I can't move.
"I will get it I just need more time Vince." Anna says and I feel my blood boil
"How much does she owe?" I slur and by the blood splattering on my bare thighs I'm guessing my lip is busted
"Right now one hundred and fifty, goes up ten K a day." He replies. Jesus Christ.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" I growl at my mother in Russian, only to receive a palm against the side of my face
"If you don't have my money I'd be happy to take the girl instead, I like my women feisty, makes it more entertaining when you break them." He smirks as one hand grips my jaw roughly and the other travels up my thigh.
"I can get your money." I say and let out a breath when his hands leave my body, but hiss at the pain in my ribs
"I need one week, but I can get your money and the interest." I say holding my hands up. He chuckles as he rubs his hand over the stubble on his jaw
"I can give you a week, but if you don't have my money, I will take you and kill your mother." He smiles evilly at me before winking at my mother who finally looks scared, not when her own daughter was getting the shit kicked out of her.
"Deal." I nod. His hand wraps around my throat as his lips crush mine in a bruising kiss that has a wave of nausea rolling through my body.
"I'll be around, and if you go to the police I'll just kill you both." He shrugs and I watch as they leave. Not relaxing until I hear their car start and drive away.
