“Look at me.” I pulled her face up. “I promise.” I pulled her into my arms, feeling like a complete ass once again. I kissed the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around me. “Come on, we need to get home.”
Several of the regulars stared as we exited the gym, but I ignored them all. Despite our earlier display, Kinsley was nobody’s business but mine and my brothers. Marcus was waiting, and we were soon on our way.
“I don’t know if you remember, but it’s dinner-with-the-parents’ night. Oh, by the way, my mom stopped by while you weresleeping.”
“Wait, what?” she exclaimed, her face flushing. “Just shoot me now.” She threw her arm over her eyes. Marcus’s laughter boomed from the front seat.
“I prefer a blade, actually,” I teased.
“Make it a clean cut, then, please. Any way I can opt not to go tonight.”
“Nope, you’re going, although I should warn you that my mother is a bit possessive of her boys.” I grinned.
“Perfect.”
We sat in silence, and then she quietly asked, “Are you bringing Sarah?”
“Your friend? No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
A look of relief spread across her face. She bit down on her lip in that way that drove me crazy. She looked torn, probably wanting to ask who I was bringing. The answer was no one, but she refrained from asking.
“Oh, that reminds me, Marcus,” I said, and he passed me a box from the front. I put it in her hands, and she looked surprised.
“For me?”
I nodded. “Open it.”
She eagerly unwrapped the gift, removing the layers of paper before a delightful exclamation shot a dose of endorphins straight to my heart.
“Oh, it’s beautiful.” She lovingly caressed the small blade I had custom designed for her. It was made of Damascus steel and was a far better quality than the one she’d picked up at the sporting goods store.
Attached to the blade was an angel wing, and an intricate cross was pressed into the steel. The handle was white, and it was sheathed in a custom-made garter belt.
It was also equipped with a GPS tracker. I wasn’t taking any chances with her. She unbuckled and climbed into my lap, then kissed me deeply and passionately.
“I love it.” She kissed me again, making my heart swell with emotion.
“I’m glad you do. I expect you to wear it every day, no matter who you’re with. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I will wear it always. God, I love that you get me. You really, really get me,” she said, smiling as if she had just won the lottery. She moved back to her seat, buckled in, and turned the blade over in her hands, admiring it.
My heart burned for her. I knew I was gone already, but this only solidified it.
Chapter 35
Kinsley
Disastrous Dinner
Every ounce of my energy had been zapped after pushing myself at the gym. My body screamed with every step. The last thing I wanted was to go to dinner. Not that it mattered, because Ivan’s unwavering insistence left me with no choice but to comply.
Try as I might, my mind was transfixed by how his body felt under mine. The look of desire in his eyes and the level of control he used consumed my every thought. I flushed once more, thinking about how close I was to coming.
I never masturbated; it wasn’t that I didn’t want to, or I thought anything was wrong with it. Masturbation was one of the many rules we had when we were kept. The only times that I ever did involved when I was dreaming. And those ended up with me feeling disgusted with myself.
Another rule I learned the hard way. The one time I had purposefully done so, I’d paid a hefty price for disobeying. I carried scars from that incident, and the other would have been forced. The same night Owen rescued me.
All this to say that until I met the King brothers, I thought little about my own sexuality, let alone masturbating. Yet here I was, shaking with the desire to touch myself. Feeling torn between what I knew realistically—that it was perfectly acceptable—and the fear.
