Keep Me (Sinful Manor, #1)

by Sara Cate

The small round wooden table between us suddenly flies across the room, taking the tea tray, pot, and cups with it. There’s a scream of fear and a few curse words to be heard as I launch out of my chair and point an angry finger at the two sitting across from me. “Get the fuck out of my house!” I bellow so loudly the art on the walls trembles from the noise.

“You,” I shout, reaching forward to take her by the collar and yank her out of her chair. “You…are not welcome in our home anymore.” With that, I drag her toward the door.

“Your child is supposed to be the center of your universe, you ungrateful, selfish bitch.”

In a fit of anger, I pick up the square rug and roll it quickly in my hands before hauling it toward the frail, frightened people standing just a few feet away. “Here! Take the fucking rug.”

Running out into the rain, she stomps her boot into the typewriter over and over, sending shards of broken wood and keys flying. At one point, I just stop trying to save it. If this is what she needs, then I’ll let her have it.

Didn’t you see the way they looked at me, Killian? How could you love someone who isn’t loved by her own parents?”

“Don’t you say that to me again, Sylvie Barclay. I don’t care about some stupid fucking contract. I love you. With my whole fucking chest, I love you. So don’t give me any of that shite about not being your real husband, because I’m right here. And I’ll never fucking leave you, not like they did.”

“I’m so angry all the time, Killian. And no matter what I do, no one cares.” “I care.”

“On my eighteenth birthday, they made a portrait of me. It was supposed to be a gift for me, and it won all of these awards, so they had this big party at one of the galleries to present it. The painting was even called Our Greatest Achievement.”

“It was beautiful, but that fucking painting got a party, and I didn’t. The day that was meant to celebrate me still somehow became about them, and I realized as I was sitting in the back of that room that I was just another creation of theirs. An imperfect creation. A mistake. I didn’t win awards or get put on pedestals or celebrated. I was no one’s masterpiece.

After a moment, she softly whispers, “I love you.” My heart starts to pound, and I have to force myself to breathe, but I try not to let it show. Instead, I stroke her back and let those three words wash over me. “I love you too, Sylvie.”

My cock is aching as it leaks from the tip, crying for how badly it needs her like this. Her howls and moans are making me feral, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

After the last smack of the paddle, I toss it on the bed and move behind Sylvie, dropping to my elbows so I can devour her from behind.

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, pressing my lips to her jaw. “You did so well.” Her face is still tear-soaked as she smiles, absorbing the praise. “But I need to fuck you now. I need to be inside you.”

Aligning my aching cock with her wet core, I tug on her hips and impale her on my cock. When she lets out a breathless cry, I moan loudly along with her. Her ass presses backward as I fuck her, finding the spot inside her that makes her scream with every thrust.

“Come for me, darling,” I mutter, fighting the urge to lose it myself. “Come for your husband.”

“One more time, Sylvie. Say it.” “I love you,” she breathes, this time gazing into my eyes. It’s as if she’s yanking me over the edge with her, making me feel the same earth-shattering pressure she was feeling. My cock shudders and shoots inside her, filling her up more than I expected in what feels like a never-ending orgasm.

“Aren’t you going to say it?” she whispers. “I don’t need to say it, mo ghràidh. You should just know.” “Well, I want to hear it anyway,” she argues with a twist of her nose. Caging in her face with my arms around her on the bed, I press my lips to hers as I whisper, “I love you, you stubborn little woman.”

Very carefully, I rise from between her legs. Resting on my heels, I watch as my seed slowly leaks from its home, so with a smile and a wink in her direction, I very gently push it back in.

He shrugs. “I picture your belly growing big with my child, and it just does something to me. I never thought like that before.”

First, it means that Killian needs help far beyond a weekend away and a wife who can love the pain out of him. Second, it means that my dream of creating a life with Killian, safe from that awful contract, no longer exists. I cannot and will not take that house from him. Not until he’s healed and ready to do that himself.

The world outside this room is cosmic and too massive to comprehend. But the world that exists between him and me is more so. The love we share is infinite.

And I fool myself into believing this is a step in the right direction. But then he pulls out of me and rolls to his side of the bed. I’m left there lying alone, feeling the drip of his seed between my legs, and he does nothing to stop it.

Nooooo... Stuff it back in!!

Finally, he mumbles, “Just because I can do it without you doesn’t mean I want to.”

“If anything, I’m just going to board a plane and march right up to his doorstep and say enough.”

“Why don’t you?” she asks. “Go over there and whip your tits out. That’ll do the trick.”

What comes out of her mouth is nothing close to what I expect. “Your father and I were terrible parents!” she shouts. “We are still terrible parents. I wish I knew how to even try to fix it, Sylvie, but I don’t. You didn’t deserve us, and if I could go back in time and give you to people who would have raised you better, I would.”

“You turned out to be the most resilient, insightful, brilliant person I’ve ever met.” A wrinkle forms between my eyes as I scrutinize her. What is she getting at? What is the catch? Where is the but of that statement? She just raises her hands and lets them fall at her sides. “That’s it. That’s all I want to say—just that I’m sorry. And…I’m proud of you.”

Still standing in the alleyway with an expression of disbelief on my face, I pull out my phone and dial Killian’s number. It rings and rings and rings, going to voicemail.

“My aunt called me this morning to tell me that Killian had just dropped off the deed for the house to her, and then he was gone. No explanation. No warning. I’m scared, Sylvie. What if he’s gone somewhere to hurt himself? What if we drove him to do it? He was doing so well.”

My chest is heaving for air, and I’m staring down the long street with my building halfway down. There, on my stoop, is a large dark-haired man sitting on the steps as if he were waiting for me.

“So this is what you were working for,” I say as everything suddenly clicks into place. Rather than bringing me back to Scotland, he wanted to come to me. He just had to wait until he was ready.

“What do you need?” I ask cautiously. “Whatever it is…”

“What I need?” he growls. Without another word, he crashes his mouth against mine. Our lips tangle and slide in unison, licking and nibbling on each other until we’re practically fused.

I let out a loud whimper when his tongue finds the pink bud of my nipple. “I needed this,” he growls against my flesh.

My pants are barely off my ankles when Killian drops to his knees and presses his face between my legs.

“This,” he growls against my sex. “I’ve been dreaming about the taste of your cunt for eight months. This is what I needed.”

He touches my pussy like he’s missed it, spreading my folds and sinking his long thick fingers inside me.

When his cock springs free, I forget how to breathe all over again. His size takes me by surprise again, and I reach for him, eager to wrap my fingers around his length.

A drop of cum leaks from the tip of his cock, so I wipe it with my thumb and bring it to my lips, humming when the flavor touches my tongue. At the sight, he turns feral.

“Watch it with me,” he orders with a husky rasp in his voice. As he lines up his cock, I reach one hand for his chest and the other for his jaw, holding him tight as he slowly works his way inside me.

Our foreheads touch as we stare down at the place we are joined, and it’s perfect. Pulling out ever so slightly, he eases back in. I can feel his restraint crumbling.

I smile up at him as our bodies smack together in an echoing cadence of pleasure.

“I’m here, and I’m all yours. For as long or as much as you want me.” A smile stretches across my face as I pull his lips to mine. “I want you forever, Killian.”

When he finally eases out of me, I can already feel the warm cum sliding out of me. With a wicked grin, he leans down and pushes it back in. I bite my bottom lip as I watch him.

“It must have been the rug that knocked some sense into her.”

His cock grows incredibly fast in his boxers as he continues rubbing against my ass. Before I know it, he’s pulling my hips up, positioning himself between my legs, and thrusting himself inside me.

“Do you promise to keep me?” With a smile on my face and his hands held in mine, I gaze into his eyes as I graciously reply. “I do.”

“I’m willing to bet my left tit it’s your sister,” I say as he inches his way down. “Well, at the moment your left tit is mine,” he replies with a groan, his teeth gently closing around the sensitive bud. My back arches as I dig my fingers in his hair.

With irritation in his eyes, he lies back between my legs as he hits the Answer Call button. “I’ve got my mouth just inches away from my wife’s pussy, so you better make this good.”