Kael
"Not right now, Cleo." I tried to move, hoping it would dissuade her from any further attempts, but she didn't budge.
"You say that, but you're hard as a rock. It feels so good to see your body still reacts to me in that knowing way only the two of us understood."
"Cleo, not right now, please."
"Why? Is it because of her? The Seraphina girl or whatever her name is?"
At the mention of Seraphina's name, my erection softened. Suddenly, it felt so wrong and so messed up to have my body reacting that way towards Cleo.
"What happened? Cat got your tongue?"
Cleo was a menace when she wanted to know something, and right now, if I didn't quickly come up with a response, there was a high chance that she'd go to Seraphina's room and put a bullet through her head.
"I'm just protecting her. You, of all people, should know that. Stop this nonsense and let me get some rest."
"Not after I make you feel relaxed."
Before I could utter another statement, she reached for my trousers and grazed my cock, setting off another erection.
"Even if you do not want to accept it, this here," she said, pointing at my straining erection, "this here needs my attention."
"Fucking hell, Cleo, now's not the time." My voice came out rough, strained, more like a warning than a plea.
She didn't move. If anything, she pressed closer, her perfume thick in the air, familiar in the worst way possible.
"You say that," she whispered, her breath brushing against my jaw, "but your body doesn't seem to agree."
I shifted, trying to put space between us, but she followed, relentless as ever.
"Cleo," I murmured again, quieter this time.
Her lips curled into that knowing smile I used to fall for.
"Is this about her? Just come clean, Kael."
Cleo tilted her head, eyes sharp enough to cut.
"You're different, Kael. She's made you soft."
"That's not what this is."
"Then what is it?" she asked, her voice dipping low.
"Because you look at her the way you used to look at me."
The silence between us grew heavy, thick with things neither of us wanted to say.
She stepped closer until I could feel her breath on my neck, her hand brushing against my chest where the bandages were still fresh.
"Stop," I said, but it came out weaker and rougher than I meant.
She didn't. Her fingers lingered there, tracing the edge of the gauze, slow, almost tender.
"You're still bleeding, Kael. You should be resting."
"I would," I said, catching her wrist before she went any further, "if you'd let me."
For a moment, neither of us moved. Her pulse beat fast under my fingers. Mine wasn't any steadier either.
Cleo smiled faintly—not the teasing kind this time, but the kind that said she knew exactly how much power she still had.
"You can lie to me all you want," she said softly, "but your body never does."
I held her gaze, forcing the words out. "I'm not that man anymore."
Her smile faded. "Then prove it."
"This isn't the time—" I barely concluded my statement when she reached down and grabbed my already hard cock.
I arched my head back, unable to hold back the feeling of warmth that came from her strokes.
"It is when I say it's time." In a split second, the warmth of her mouth covered my dick, and unbidden, my need built.
I pushed deeper into her mouth, the pain from my wound subsiding now that my brain had something else to think about.
I started thrusting into her mouth, inching myself deeper and deeper down her throat.
"Fuck!" A moan escaped from my mouth.
Cleo's tongue danced so dangerously around the tip of my cock.
Thoughts of Seraphina became blurry, and a sudden feeling of annoyance caved into my thoughts.
Why was I thinking about her?
Why did I feel like it was my obligation to be dutiful to her when her family was the main reason I had reduced myself to a lowly bodyguard?
When her family was the reason why I lost my only sister.
Flashes of Vivian's bloodied form appeared in my mind, and whatever sentiments I held toward Seraphina disappeared.
I bent my head down and met Cleo's eyes. Her face was full of need, and a twisted sensation rose in my chest. This here was what I needed.
Cleo's mouth on my cock, sucking and swallowing my length. I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at it with animalistic instinct.
I increased my pace, thrusting deeper, faster. She moaned and tried touching herself. Her eyes were full of need and knowing.
She knew that I hated it when, during sex, her full attention wasn't on pleasing me.
I pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her by the throat, and lifted her up to her feet.
I pushed her onto the bed, reveling in the way her face contorted with pain from the way I pushed her.
The pain from the wound wasn't as intense as it felt before, and now all that stood between us was need and the twisted feeling of revenge.
"Take off your clothes now." Without letting me repeat myself, her clothes were immediately on the floor.
"Turn around, Cleo, and bend over."
She did, and I could see her pussy folds. Her juices were dripping down her thighs, and the sight of it almost set me off.
I reached for the drawer at the end of the bed and took out a condom. I kept a few there before I left.
I sheathed myself and positioned myself at her entrance. Thoughts of Seraphina appeared in the distance, but I shoved them down with fury.
Letting my rage take over, I plunged into Cleo's wetness.
A soft moan escaped from her throat.
"That's it, take it like a good girl."
"Yes, harder, fuck me harder, Kael." She arched her back, taking in my full length.
"Your sweet pussy missed me, didn't it?"
"Yes, yes, it did."
My thrusting increased, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. I held down her throat, and she shivered with pleasure.
"I'm coming, Damien. Fuck, I'm coming."
I was on the brim of my release as well, and with one final thrust, we both came.
Our climax plunged us into a cloud of sweet nothingness.
Once my pleasure waned, the pain returned. A sharp but careful noise drew my attention to the door.
Someone was there.
My mind drifted to near possibilities, and the feelings of release were replaced with fear.
How long had she been there? I was almost certain she heard everything or maybe not.
I knew it, somewhere in my gut—it was Seraphina.