Page 25 of Blood (A Killer’s Love #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Samantha

I’m shaking with rage when Kaleb slides into the driver’s seat.

“I can’t believe you said that,” I cry, referring to his earlier words and why I fled the car.

“What are you mad about, Sam? What I said or that it’s true?”

Both.

Turning off the road, Kaleb drives us toward the cabin.

“We had sex,” he says candidly.

I shake my head, my tears coming fast.

“Say it!” he demands.

“No,” I whimper.

“What did I do, Samantha? What did you let me do? Hmm?” he asks, his tone mocking.

“Stop it!” I shout.

“No,” he refuses, “I want you to say it. Maybe then you’ll stop pretending it never fucking happened.”

“I can’t,” I cry.

“Say it!”

“No!”

“Say it!”

“We had sex!” I scream. “You fucked me. Are you happy now?” I sob.

“I’m not your brother, Samantha. I’m not.”

“You are,” I argue. Tears and snot mix. I hiccup, trying to drag in more air.

“Deep breaths,” Kaleb coaches, his hand gripping the back of my neck. “Easy, baby.”

I shove his arm away. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Kaleb looks over, bewildered. “You think I want you sobbing in my car? This is killing me, Samantha. I don’t want you hurting. I just want you. I want us to be happy.”

“Happy?” My laugh sounds hollow. “You think fucking my brother makes me happy?”

“I am not your brother!” he roars, looking away from the road.

“But that’s what everyone thinks. It’s what people will say.”

“Who gives a fuck?”

“I do!” I scream, stabbing a finger into my chest. “People will talk, Kaleb. Mom and Dad . . .” I’m unable to finish the thought aloud.

“Mom and Dad will not walk away from you. No matter what, you won’t lose the family,” he promises.

“What about you? You’re my best friend. What if this ends badly? We can’t go back.” I gulp air, my tears finally slowing.

“If this ends?” Kaleb repeats. “It’s not ending, Samantha,” he states like it’s a matter of fact, his voice taking on an authoritative tone that’s usually followed up with a spanking. “I’m done fighting.”

Why do those words make me want to cry again?

I huff out a breath and wipe my face. “You’ll find someone else, Kaleb. You’re funny and sweet. Stern but soft. Any woman will be lucky to have you,” I whisper, barely able to get the last few words out.

His gaze keeps flicking from the road to me.

“And so will I. I’ll marry a sweet guy from out of town, someone who can look at me the way Daniel looks at Charlie, without everyone losing their minds because he will have no connection to this family.

” The words leave a sour taste in my mouth.

I don’t want some dope from out of town. I want Kaleb.

“The fuck we will.” Kaleb chuckles, but it sounds bitter and mean. “Nothing is perfect, Sam. Not even those two. You wanna be like them? Fine. I’ll show you exactly how our brother got that wife of his.”

My brows furrow. Before I can ask what he means, his large hand releases my seat belt, then grips the back of my neck.

His left hand drops to his lap, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. His knees steady the steering wheel.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I screech.

“Giving us exactly what we both need.”

His cock is hard and leaking as he frees it from his pants. He’s large and thick.

My body clenches, remembering the feel of him inside me.

“We can’t,” I resist, trying to pull away, but his hold stays firm, lowering my head into his lap.

“We are. You are.”

His left hand returns to the wheel while his right holds me over his shaft. I watch as it twitches with every puff of my breath.

Kaleb may not be able to see it, but my body is just as aroused as his.

“Suck, Samantha.”

Despite my earlier words, I want this just as much as he does, so I do as I’m told.

I stop fighting myself, turn off my brain, and just give in.

“Ahhh.” His cry of pleasure echoes through the small space when my mouth engulfs him.

I don’t give him time to adjust. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck. I make shallow movements at first, but the hand on my nape is heavy and insistent, forcing my mouth farther down his erection.

The wide tip hits the back of my throat. Gags mix with groans. His fingers twist in my hair, the pain only adding to my own arousal.

Moaning, I suck harder.

Kaleb releases my hair. His hand trails down my back and over my ass, where he gives me a solid smack. The thin dress does nothing to shield the force of it.

My cry of outrage is muffled and useless as he does it again.

“Faster, baby. I’m just turning onto Ellis Road.”

We’re nearly at the turn for the cabin’s road. I wiggle my hips, desperate for friction, anything to help with the pulsing of my clit.

His words and voice just remind me of who we are and what we’re doing. Tears spill out onto my cheeks, rolling down until they drip off my top lip and onto his cock. My mouth wipes them away as I swallow him again, like they were never there.

My head bobs over and over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kaleb chants above me.

I try to slide my hand up the front over my dress, but Kaleb spanks my ass again.

“Don’t even think about it. Focus on me,” he orders, but his actions soften his words. The hand on my ass moves farther down the curve of my ass. He pulls up my dress, and his hand disappears between my legs. Quick, hurried rubs have me on the edge in seconds.

I’m going to come.

My head rises, leaving his cock wet and angry in the night air. My jaw aches. “Ahh,” I cry out so close to release.

His hand disappears.

“Finish me. Wrap those pretty lips around my dick, and don’t even think about spitting. I wanna see it in your mouth,” he growls.

Strong fingers once again press through my panties. They’re soaked. Useless, they sit in the way of what I really need—his fingers buried deep inside me.

Kaleb’s groaning picks up, and his chest rises quicker and quicker above me. His cum shoots to the back of my throat at the same time the car picks up speed.

Not wanting his movements between my legs to stop, I swallow him down, sucking out everything he has to give.

My mouth opens with a cry, my orgasm a rub or two away. His cock leaves my mouth with strings of spit and cum connecting us.

His right hand leaves me, denying my release. Tangling in my hair, he arches my head back until I’m looking at him.

Kaleb’s forehead is covered in sweat, his chest heaving. Driving the car straight, he looks down his nose, keeping his eyes on me and his head tilted back into the headrest.

Close by, large trees pass us quickly outside the window. We’re on our private road.

The car jerks to a halt, and my hands grip his thigh to keep myself from falling, but I shouldn’t have worried. Releasing my hair, Kaleb moves his hand to the right side of my ribs, keeping me planted where I am.

His cock bobs, still just as hard as before.

“Open your mouth.”

Knowing what he’ll see, I do as I’m told. I can still taste him and feel strings of his cum on my chin and lower lip. My cheeks pull where my tears have dried. I’m a mess.

Gray eyes zero in on my swollen red lips. The heat in them doubles.

“Now, I’m going to show you how I get my women.”

What?

I blink up at him.

His left hand appears in front of my face. I watch as his pointer finger moves to tap the glass, pointing at the woods on the other side of the window.

“Run.”

Shaking my head, I push up off his thigh, moving to kneel in the passenger seat.

“Kaleb.” I sigh.

His right thumb traces over my abused lower lip.

“You’re going to get out of this car, go into those woods, and run.”

“No, I’m not,” I say, like he’s lost his mind.

“Yes, you are.” He nods. “When I find you, and I will, I’m going to fuck you hard enough that you never forget what we are.”

I swallow hard.

Blinking, I stare at him for a second. “And if I don’t?”

He gives another careless shrug. “The hood of this car looks as good a place to fuck you. But you won’t be coming anytime soon.”

I gulp at the look he’s giving me.

My breasts feel heavy, and the coil in my belly starts anew.

How do you say no to something like that?

You don’t.