Page 15 of Kalix

LAINEY

I don’t even want to know what would have happened if that very hot, tattooed man wasn’t there to intervene. I still can’t believe Alex tried to force himself on me. He seemed like a nice guy, or at least I thought he was.

On the way back to my apartment, I must have repeated the phrase breathe in, breathe out a million times in my head.

I’m pretty sure I felt my heart drop to my asshole when he asked me to invite him in.

It was as if someone else had taken over my body, because I completely lost all sense of control and allowed him inside.

Despite being terrified of the dark, I’m allowing a complete stranger into my personal space right now. One who I’m pretty sure has been following me. I can’t be certain, but I get the same uneasy feeling around him that I do when I feel like I’m being watched.

Which is why I need to get my shit together and start asking questions. I quickly glance around as soon as we enter the apartment, stopping just short of the kitchen. “What’s your name?” I ask, walking into the kitchen and turning back to face him.

“Kalix.” He says, taking a step towards me.

Kalix . “That’s unique…. Okay, Kalix , how did you know to come save me?” I cross my arms.

“I took my eyes off of you for two seconds, and when I turned back, you weren’t there.” I swallow at his response as he steps closer to me.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

He invades my space with another step, his jaw tense as he clenches his fists at his sides, “It means I was watching you with that fucking scumbag.”

My brows practically shoot up to my hairline. “Watching me?” Chills break out over my body. “You were following… fucking stalking me?” I fucking knew it, I was right all along.

He closes the distance between us, standing toe to toe with me. Leaning down close to my ear, he whispers, “Watching… stalking… whatever you need to tell yourself to help you sleep at night, little rabbit.”

I momentarily stare up at him, at a loss for words, “I—uh… why do you call me that?”

“Don’t you know, baby? You’ve always been the prey.”

I open my mouth to ask him another question, but he pulls my lower lip down gently with his thumb, “Now, I have a question for you.”

“What’s that?” I breathe out .

“Are you scared?”

I take a moment to think, trying to imagine different scenarios in my mind. Once I settle on a response that accurately reflects my feelings, I say, “Yes, but for some stupid reason, I also feel safe.”

He leans down, his lips just millimeters from mine, and whispers, “Good. I may be a bad guy, but I’ll never hurt you.

” Before I can fully process his words, his mouth grazes mine, causing my breath to escape in a rush.

His lips are soft against my own, which is something I didn’t expect from someone with such a rough exterior.

One deep kiss is all I get before he pulls away, leaving us both breathless.

“You’re going to fucking kill me.”

I close my eyes as he tilts my head back, running his inked and ring-covered hand down my neck until it rests at the base, where he gently squeezes before descending on my mouth again. My body hums in pleasure.

His tongue entwines with mine as I slide my hands beneath his leather jacket. He tastes like cigarettes and mint, and it’s intoxicating. I never thought I would ever enjoy kissing someone who smokes, but fuck, I never want to stop.

He releases my neck, wrapping my arms around his neck before lifting me onto the counter.

He presses himself against me, letting me feel how aroused he is, and holy shit .

He’s rock hard and fucking huge. My body instinctively knows what to do, despite having no prior experience, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

He removes his lips from mine briefly before tilting my head to the side and licking the side of my neck. I let out a whimper and he hums as he places wet kisses down my neck, making his way down to my cleavage.

I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding in my chest?

If I were in my right mind, I would tell him to stop. This is the furthest I’ve ever gone with anyone. I’ve never allowed anyone to get this close because it never felt right. But for some reason, with Kalix, I’m willing to let him do whatever he wants with me.

And… that’s insane, right? Especially since I know nothing about him. I mean, he admitted that he has been stalking me.

Fuck, Lainey. You have a stalker, and you are letting him kiss all over your body.

I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, but it picks up the pace.

He rubs his hands up the sides of my thighs and it strangely calms me a little.

What is up with this man?

He stands straight and runs his fingers of both hands under the waist of my jeans, teasing my skin.

I watch as his fingers latch onto both sides of the button, and hold my breath.

He pauses and says, “Look at me, Lainey.”

I stare into his piercing blue eyes.

“Breathe,” He commands .

As I let out the breath I was holding in, he unbuttons my pants and pulls the zipper down without breaking eye contact.

“Put both hands on the counter.”

I quickly obey, and he smirks.

He taps my thighs and hooks his fingers in the sides of my panties and jeans, “Lift up.”

I can feel my heart racing in my ears. When I don’t move right away, his brows lift. “Little Rabbit, I’m not asking.” He tilts his head. “Lift.”

Okay. You can do this.

I lift up onto my hands as he slides my panties and jeans down. Dropping them to the floor, my ass hits the countertop. The coolness of the marble makes my pussy clench.

His eyes roam down my body, focusing on my legs that are covering my bare pussy. I thought I was going to feel self-conscious being exposed to him like this, but I don’t. It’s exhilarating seeing how much he enjoys it.

He takes a step toward me, putting his hands on my knees and spreading them apart. “Fuck. So much better than what I imagined.”

He runs his hand slowly up the inside of my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His eyes finally snap back up to mine. “Be a good girl and let me enjoy this.”

He licks his lips as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me and hooks both hands under my knees, pulling me forward. He props one of my feet on his shoulder then drapes my other leg over his other shoulder .

He glides his thumb through my moist center. “So wet for me already.”

His mouth parts and he spits on my clit, making me whimper. I dig my fingers into the countertop. Why was that so hot?

He rubs my clit and my legs start to tense. He smirks as he looks up, “My pretty pussy is already swollen for me.”

Without breaking eye contact, he flattens his tongue against my aching cunt, tasting me.

“So fucking good.” He says as he spreads my legs wider and dips his tongue into me, devouring me.

I lean my head back and moan out in pleasure and he quickly stops. I snap my head back to look at him. “Why-”

He shakes his head. “You’re to look at me while I feast on what’s mine.”

When I don’t say anything he continues, “Understood?”

I nod.

He smirks before lapping at my pussy again. I’m in awe of how much he’s enjoying this.

I feel my body start to shake as he pushes a finger into me. He leans back, watching it go in and out. The only sounds I hear is my heartbeat and how wet he has me.

“You are so fucking tight, Little Rabbit. I can’t wait to feel you gripping my cock.” His mouth is agape as he adds a second finger, slowly.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. It feels so full.

My legs start to shake. He looks up at me before leaning close to my pussy, breathing against my clit as he says, “Be a good girl and come for me.” Then latches back onto me.

My mouth forms an O as he curls his fingers and flicks his tongue against my sensitive flesh. My whole body vibrates as I climax around his fingers.

He pumps in and out of me a few more times, letting it ride out before removing them. He lifts his hand so I can see, “Look at what you did for me.” My slick arousal covers his fingers and palm.

I try to catch my breath but he lifts his fingers to my lips, “Taste.”

My eyes widen, “I-” I shake my head.

“I’m not asking, Lainey.”

I reluctantly part my lips and go to lick the tips of his fingers, but he shoves them into my mouth, making me suck. He hums in appreciation as he lowers himself back to my pussy to clean me up.

Once he’s had his fill, he stands up and grabs my clothes off the floor, placing my jeans on the counter and my panties in his pocket. “These are mine now.”

I nod because there is no sense in arguing with him. I don’t have the energy for it.

He stands back between my legs and lifts my chin. “I’ve gotta go. But I’ll be back.”

I search his eyes, “When?” I’m not sure why I care, this definitely shouldn’t be something I’m worried about, but my mind hasn’t caught up to my pussy yet.

He smirks and says, “Soon.” Then leans in and kisses me, caressing my tongue with his before pulling away. His lips still wet from my release.

He looks at me with a smile. “Make sure you lock up behind me. Wouldn’t want anyone sneaking in,” he jokes before walking out the door.

What the fuck just happened?