Page 12 of Blood (A Killer’s Love #4)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Samantha

I sit there stunned. Fuck me? Has he lost his goddamn mind?

My chest heaves, the air suddenly thick, and my panties moisten.

We have never spoken about this thing between us. It’s dark and shameful. I wasn’t even sure if he felt it.

I guess now I know.

A splash of red on the door burns into my vision. Blood. Theirs. That’s what he had said. Are they dead? My head turns from the bedroom door back to where Kaleb disappeared.

I hear the toilet flush, and my body reacts without permission. One second, I’m sitting bewildered on the bed, and the next, I’m on my feet, frantically looking around.

What the fuck do I do? I can’t be here when he comes out, right? Of course I fucking can’t. Can I?

While my mind is busy arguing with itself, the decision is made for me when the bathroom door opens.

My brain turns off, and all rational thought leaves me.

I should leave. I know I should. Instead? I drop and roll.

I barely fit under the wooden bed. Silently, I lay on my stomach, covering my mouth with my hand when Kaleb’s bare feet appear to the right of me.

Air lodges in my lungs, refusing to leave. My whole body is afraid that he’ll catch me.

Is it fear? I don’t answer the little voice in the back of my mind. I don’t have to. We both know I’m sopping wet.

My brows furrow. There’s fresh blood on the soles of his feet.

Mostly theirs. Mostly.

Kaleb’s injured, and my guts twist. I should help him. This is silly. The man just protected Shelby and me. Why am I hiding under his bed like he’s some kind of animal?

I roll my eyes. I’m so dramatic. Stretching my arm out toward him, I open my mouth but snap it shut as his pajama pants pool at his ankles.

I snatch my arm back.

Heat flushes my face, spreading down my neck to my chest the second his loud groan fills the room.

“Fuck,” he pants.

Oh. My. God.

My face and chest aren’t the only things heating up. My lower stomach flares, my clit pulses, and my pussy weeps.

Kaleb pants, his feet disappearing from my vision when he moves toward the end of the bed. Squeezing my eyes closed, I cover my ears, but there’s no blocking out his pleasure-filled pants.

I hear him spit and hiss again, his tugging frantic.

“Sam.”

It’s quiet and moaned, but the sound of my name is clear. My ears ring.

I gasp in shock.

The room stills. Oops.

“Ahhh,” I scream, startled when a hand clamps around my right ankle.

“What did I say, Samantha?” Kaleb chuckles. I barely recognize his voice. Husky and deep, it pulls at my core.

Another scream rips from me when he starts to pull me out from under the bed. I claw at the wooden floor, desperate to gain leverage.

It’s useless. My nails scratch, my top bunching under my breasts. Large hands clamp onto my thigh for better leverage and pull me the rest of the way out.

Kaleb lifts my hips, forcing me to my knees.

Strong fingers rip at my shorts, shoving them over my ass and down my legs as far as they’ll go with how I’m positioned.

“Kaleb, wait!” I plead. “It’s me, Sam.”

I reach back blindly to pull up my shorts and panties, but his hand just knocks mine away with a sharp slap. The sound of his hand hitting my ass registers before I feel it.

“It’s Sam.” I try again, my voice turning teary.

Kaleb’s large body folds over mine, his hot breath hits my face a second before his hips hit mine. “I know exactly who you are,” he growls.

His body plunges into mine with one solid stroke. His thick cock knocks what little air I have in my body out.

My mouth opens with a silent scream.

Holy fuck.

I suck in air when he retreats, but his hips slam against my ass, quickly forcing it from my body. Over and over. Kaleb thrusts his large cock into me. Frantic, almost mean.

Our moans mix with the sound of our hips meeting.

The rug is rough against my cheek, and the friction is harsh. Turning my head, I push up onto my hands, shoving my hips back to meet Kaleb thrust for thrust.

“Kaleb, stop,” I order, but even as the words leave my mouth, I rock back, needing more of him.

“Stop, huh?” He chuckles. The large hands gripping my hips move.

His left hand slides up my ribs, beneath my yellow top, and around to grab my breast, squeezing tightly and then releasing.

Every time his palm rubs my nipple, it sends a shock of pleasure to my clit.

His right hand holds my right shoulder. Using the leverage it gives him, Kaleb yanks me back onto him with so much force that it’s painful.

“It doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” he pants. His body folds over mine, and his hands bracket me in. “No,” he breathes in my ear, “it feels like you want me to keep fucking this wet pussy.”

His hips never stop. My inner walls contract at his words.

Desperate sounds leave me. This is so wrong, but fuck, I need him.

“No, no, no.” I shake my head, but my body’s actions contradict my words as we work together, desperate to find the finish line.

Kaleb pulls his chest away from my back, tangling his hand in my hair. My neck strains when he pulls the fistful of blond locks.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, fucking me. “This is happening, you and me. That dick inside you is mine, those moans you’re making are mine. The cum I’ll fill you with is mine. You’re mine, Samantha. Always have been, always will be.”

His words, the smell, the sound, it’s all too much. The hand on my hip slides under me. His middle finger barely touches my clit, but it’s enough. One minute, I’m hanging on the edge of something powerful, and the next, I’m flying.

This time, my scream isn’t silent. It pierces the air at the same time Kaleb’s cum fills me. His roar continues as he pumps everything he has into me. My body tenses, and my womanhood quivers.

Tears leak out as his essence spills down my inner thigh.

My upper body collapses in relief and grief, and with my forehead resting on my arms, my body is rocked back and forth.

Biting my wrist, I try to smother my sobs.

One final grunt sounds behind me, and Kaleb stills. His hands settle on my hips, the soft caress of his thumbs on my ass a completely one-eighty to the way he touched me just seconds before.

I fucked Kaleb. I fucked my brother.

The thought sets off another round of sobs.

Cries and panting fill the room.

I can’t catch my breath.

“I’m done fighting this, Sam.”

His cock starts to leave me, but he slowly pushes it back in.

“That’s my cum,” he tells me as semen drips out around his manhood. “That’s my pussy, and you’re my woman.”

His words make my body heat, and the pulse in my clit starts anew. A war rages inside me, my mind and body on opposite sides.

Our groans echo as he pulls from my used body. I cringe as my inner walls continue to pulse. I feel empty and lost without him.

A smack sounds out, and my ass cheek stings. “Put some sweatpants on. We’re going to the cabin once the cops get here.”

My cries have simmered to sniffles. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, refusing to look up as Kaleb stands.

I hear him move to his dresser and retrieve some clothes. I’m still on the floor with my ass in the air when he walks out the door.

What the fuck have we done?