I DON’T KNOW WHAT EXACTLY I’M PRAYNG FOR

CHAPTER SEVENTY- EIGHT

Kieran is completely unhinged. His eyes find me immediately although there’s a number of people out in the lobby. It’s as if I’m a magnet that attracts him no matter what.

The sheer power within his piercing gaze ransacks me, forcing my legs back, I take a step back, then another. His eyes watches my every move like the predator he is.

Common sense tells me this is an open area and I’m safer here with all eyes around.

Common sense also reminds me that Kieran would turn into a predator if I turn my back on him but I can’t help it. His domineering eyes force me into a prey’s position. And what do prey do?

We run and hide from the predator.

So I do same, I turn around and ran. I don’t know where I can ran to that’ll be safe but I knew one thing, and that was I had to get out of his sight. And fast.

I run as fast as I can, probably selling the insane rich heiress image but I can’t care enough to relax and look good.

I round the corner, arriving at the elevator and pressing the button rapidly, looking back to make sure Kieran wasn’t following me. The elevator open and I meet 7 unwelcomed faces before they quickly switch into one of worry and respect.

“Miss Waters. You can come in.” One of the girls I recognize from the marketing department says. I did an internship with them last summer.

“It’s too crowded we’d get down and wait. You go first.” A guy in the PR team offers as they start coming out but I don’t have the time or luxury to now exchange pleasantries. I ran to the next elevator pressing the button. I go inside and press the button for the tenth floor. But it doesn’t move. It opens instead, and I find Kieran standing in front like my own grim reaper.

I don’t even manage to let out a word before a merciless hand wraps around my throat and drives me into the wall panel. I choke as the wind is knocked out of my lungs. He presses the 100th button, taking us to the roof top

“Were you running away from me, sweet heart?” His eyes turn darker and darker with every word until the green is almost invisible. It’s like a storm was approaching and yet, my only safe haven is the sea. Out there alone at midnight.

“No..” I lie.

“Liar.” He accuses, punishing me by squeezing, cutting off my air supply. I grab onto his arm, scratching him with my nails, making him bleed.

“You want to fight it? You want to fight me?” He says before a hand slaps my thighs apart and I cry out. He shoves his knee between them and grinds his thigh against my core. I bite my lip.

“I can continue to choke you harder and make you come at the same time. Is that what you want? Would you like to fight that instead? Mm?”

I try to say something.

Anything, but no sound comes out. The lack of oxygen turns me lightheaded. I’m unable to properly breathe and the throbbing in my core from where his strong thighs are pressed into me is not helpful. I’m a wanton mess.

I close my eyes shut, fighting against the intruding sensation. My legs began to shiver, begging me to shamelessly grind on him but I refuse.

All my senses are heightened and every part of my body, every cell and organ and every bone is burning alive.

“I can feel you soaking my trousers, princess. You like getting choked, being left at my mercy. Don’t you?”

I can’t even lie.

When he sees that I refuse to answer, he moves his thighs back, before thrusting it back again and I let out a wanton moan.

His lips curl in a cruel but satisfied smirk.

“You think you can break up with me? You think you can leave me? You want to see me run mad isn’t it? You want to unleash havoc onto the world? Did you want to make me angry enough? Did you want to provoke me enough so I’d throw you down, spread your legs wide open and fuck you like you want deep down? Did seeing me riled up get you horny?”

“No..” I whimper .

“No? So why is your pulse racing, Liar?” The door opens and the chilly night air hits me, the sound of the cold wind is nothing but haunting just like the creature before me. On me and around me. Kieran is everywhere. His spicy cologne, the faint smell of the garage and my coconut vanilla shampoo which he has been using.

He pulls out his thigh from my wet throbbing core, his hands still holding me captive as he drags us out of the elevator and I watch as my only means of escape goes back down.

His hand grabs onto my shirt and yanks it so the buttons fly, falling and rolling on the floor in defeat. I’m left gasping as my naked breasts fall free for him.

“I’m never going to get enough of these fucking gorgeous tits. They were made for me, so perfect.” His big rough hands cup my aching breast, massaging them and my body lights up from where his hand is touching me, pleasure pooling in my core.

“What did I tell you about turning you back on me?” He asks, but I’m so lightheaded with lust I’m unable to focus on the meaning of his words.

“Answer the question, Aaliyah.” He pinches my nipple hard and I whimper.

“What did I tell you about turning your back on me?” He repeats

“You.. said.. you said it makes you a predator and you’d chase me.” I stammer.

“Good girl.” He rewards me with oxygen, losing his hands on my throat.

His hands slides to my butt and he grabs onto the soft flesh. They grab onto my school skirt next, Kieran yanks on my skirt and the zip gives way, the material falls at my feet. I'm left totally naked except for the lace panties i have on. Kieran is still fully clothed.

“Kie Kieran…” I breathe his name like a prayer but I don’t know what exactly I’m praying for.

“Are you still a virgin?” He plays with the material, pressing and sliding his fingers across the waistband.

He can probably tell that if he were to go further down, he’d find my undies a wet mess.

“Kieran….” I say, but I don’t know why I’m mentioning his name.

He yanks them off and they join my skirt on the floor. He unbuckles his trousers, the sound of the belt is so loud up here, a thousand feet from the ground. His pulls his penis out. It’s angry, and hard and red. I swallow.

“Are you?” He asks once more with a voice that propels me to answer. Demanding the truth.

“Yes.” I say quietly. He grabs my leg, wrapping it around his waist as my other leg is left on tippy toes. I place my shaky cold fingers on his chest.

Kieran is the most brutal monster I know. Yet, he’s the only man I’ve wanted with every fiber of my being. I don’t know if that makes me as perverted and depraved but that’s an unchangeable fact. He’s the only one who can set my whole being on fire like this. He is the only one who can subdue my own demons and draw out the light in me.

“I’m still not going to take it slow, brace yourself.”

That’s the only warning I get before he thrust into me in one ruthless go and I cry out, shutting my eyes tight.

It’s like I don’t even own my body and I’m just an empty vessel with Kieran as the driver. I’m having an out of body experience where I watch myself getting fucked so good it’s like I’m in a bed of clouds and my body is the only thing left alive in some other ungodly sinful world.

My knee gives way but he’s quick, grabbing my standing leg and wrapping it around his waist so I don’t fall.

“You’re so fucking tight, you’re milking my cock, princess.” He grips my waist, imprinting his fingers into the porcelain looking flesh.

I’m so wet, I can feel my juices dripping onto my thighs the sound of him driving in and out of me permeate the silence up here.

“Eyes on me.” He says. I want to open them but I can’t control my body. They only flutter before shutting.

Kieran squeezes my neck, choking me and my eyes shoot open as he limits my oxygen intake.

“Watch how I fuck you so you can think of this when you say we should break up again. Open your eyes and look at how pussy whipped I get when I fuck you. Look how feral you make us.”