“You’re here because you have a conscience. That’s an inconvenience for me. But it is convenient for you to be available to service me immediately,” he said matter-of-factly. He slammed the fridge door and before I knew what he was going to do, my back was up against the fridge and his erection was being pressed into my stomach. “I want to fuck you hard and I want to fuck you often.” He lifted my leg to wrap around his hip, bringing my center closer to his erection. “I’m not asking, Monroe. You want it just as bad as I do. I can feel your need…it’s wet, hot, and all mine.”

There was something annoyingly but incredibly hot hearing him claiming my pussy as his but I managed to shake off the urge to ask for exactly what he threatened to do, right here and now. “Why do you talk to me like that?” I asked instead.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a slut.”

“Because it makes you angry and it also makes you hot. Slut, or not.”

“But I’m not. You were the only one I had sex with.”

The sound he made low in his throat was angry. “Good, because if you have it with anyone else I will kill him…slowly…and then you.” His voice was unmistakably aroused and possessive.

“You can’t just threaten to kill people!”

“It’s not a threat.”

“Normal teenagers don’t threaten to kill people and mean it.”

“Who said I was normal?”

“I know you’re not.” I just wish you were.

I looked into his grey eyes and wished I had the courage and ability to deny him. But I couldn’t. I have always given him exactly what he wanted whether it was my tears, my fear, or my body. “Why do you test me?” he asked.

I wasn’t expecting his question but the answer that followed was even more surprising. “It makes me feel like I’m trying.”

“Trying what?”

“To not be afraid.”

“Why, when you have so much to be afraid of?”

I looked at him carefully. “Why do you want me to be afraid of you? What do you gain?”

“What makes you think I gain something? Maybe it’s just fun for me.”

“You know some people think you have a thing for me?” I watched him carefully for a reaction or sign that I might be right but of course he remained perfectly impassive.

“Some people are stupid. I don’t have ‘things’.”  He dropped my leg from around his waist and walked away to sit in one of the kitchen chairs.

“So why fear? People are bullied in school all the time for shits and giggles but you don’t want laughs.”

“You don’t know what I want.”

“Enlighten me then,” I demanded with more force than necessary.

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t need the answers to,” he said, repeating his statement from earlier. His tone was bored but the muscles in his shoulders and back was tense.

“Why do you keep saying that?” My frustration was mounting and when he smirked I knew he wasn’t done making me miserable.

“Because it’s the best you’re going to get so leave me the fuck alone.” It was a warning I should have heeded but I was never one to listen to my instincts.

“When you said you would make my aunt disappear…what did you mean? Are you going to kill her?”

“Why would I do that? I would much rather you live with the agony of knowing she was somewhere suffering.”

“Please, listen to me. I didn’t frame you but I know who did.”

His eyes narrowed as he watched me. “Careful, Monroe. My goodwill is fading. Fast.”

“No. You need to hear this. I knew about it only because –” He was out of seat with his arms around me, crushing my body to his. I cried out when he bit down into my neck. I screamed again but he ignored my heated protests and bit down harder. He bent me over the kitchen table and pushed aside my panties.

“Because you’re a conniving bitch?” he asked with unsuppressed scorn. I heard the distinct sound of a condom packet rip and soon after felt the force of his punishing thrust as he entered me. The table moved a few inches so I grabbed onto it to keep from falling.

“No,” I denied and pushed my hips into him. We both moaned from the feeling of him burying deeper. My pussy clenched at his cock in welcome.

“You did this. You.” Each word he spoke was paired with a hard thrust until he let go completely and was pounding all of his frustration and anger into me. He was in my head and my body at the same time with no hope of escape. His hands were rough and hard on my hips as he pulled me into him. When his teeth sunk into my spine I released a throaty moan. “Such a hot bitch aren’t you? I can feel you creaming all over my dick.”

“Don’t call me that.” I squealed when he rammed his cock into me once and held it deep inside me while he growled in my ear.

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” he said, grabbing my ponytail and delivering a series of short, hard thrusts.

“Oh God…why does it feel so good?” I wailed as I tightened around him. He had me pinned to the table, completely immobile and vulnerable to the demands of his cock.

“Good,” he thrust deeper into me, stealing away my breath. “That means you feel all of me.  You’re mine, Monroe. You always will be and I won’t let you go. Do you hear that? I won’t.”

“You have to…”

The sound of the front door opening and Keenan’s voice could barely be heard over the sound of our fucking. Keiran continued to pound me so I wasn’t sure if he’d heard his cousin come in but I knew Keenan would be able to hear us. The sound of our skin slapping, his groans, and my screams were echoing throughout the kitchen and the kitchen door was wide open.

“Stop. He’ll hear us,” I moaned out weakly.

“I can see just fine too sweetheart. Please don’t stop on my account. You look like your enjoying that.” I looked to the side to see Keenan leaning against the door watching us with a grin. I immediately swung my arm behind me to push Keiran away but he caught it and held it at the small of my back.

“Let me go. He’s watching!” Keiran’s fingers being stuffed into my mouth silenced the rest of my protests. I bit down on his fingers but he only chuckled and slapped my already sore ass. The need to come was strong but my release was evading me. “Keiran, please,” I begged.

“You’ve displeased me today, Monroe. You think you deserve to come?” His thrusts slowed down to a teasing rhythm.

“I want it…please.” My body shook uncontrollably from the need to come.

He gripped the back of my neck and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Then take what you need. Fuck me, Monroe.”

His words were barely out before I pushed my hips back against him again and again, desperately searching for what only he could give me. “Damn…she looks like a hot fuck,” Keenan groaned. I’d forgotten he was watching us.

“Keiran, please!” I begged once more. His low groans and sinful promises told me he wasn’t as immune to me as he pretended but I needed him so he wanted me to beg. I wasn’t above begging. Not when his cock was buried deep. His fingers finally slid down to tease ad rub the tiny bundle of nerves and once he touched me a powerful orgasm ripped through me. My back curved and locked in place as I let my orgasm take over.

Keiran was still moving inside me, slowly as he watched me come. I could feel his eyes on me even now. “Had enough?” he asked. I knew without turning around that the ever-present smirk was there.

No. My body couldn’t take any more of his aggressive demands and the painful pleasure he subjected my body to so I nodded my head.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

“I can’t.” My legs were too weak to hold me up much less walk.

“Either stand up or get fucked again. Your choice.”

He was still inside me, moving lightly.  I could already feel the beginning of another orgasm rising. I stood up on wobbly legs and rested my back against his chest and surprisingly he let me. He slowly pulled out of me and it felt as if he was still hard which meant he hadn’t come. I discreetly fixed my dress and panties when I noticed Keenan still watching us silently.