Текст книги "CHAINED"

Автор книги: Jaimie Roberts

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As I lowered my eyes, Kit moved a little and his muscles flexed. Heat radiated right to my core. Just that one little movement had my fires raging. The flawlessness of his skin, coupled with the tattoos marking them, had me wanting him all over again.

But I knew I had to do this. Kit knew I had to do this, needed this.

I took a deep breath and found myself in the zone. I loved being in that zone. I could be happy and free there. No one could hurt me in my zone.

I found myself effortlessly gliding the brush across the blank canvas, glancing his way every now and then to take in every detail of him.

And oh, what detail.

I didn’t know how long it had taken me to do it, but once I felt I had gone as far as I could, I leaned back and just studied it for a moment.

“Are you finished already?”

I looked over at Kit and nodded with a smile. “Yeah. Do you want to see?”

Without another word, Kit got up from the stool and made his way over. The painting was not like the others at all. Minus the obvious hair, a light smile touched his lips. His eyes looked gentle and welcoming, rather than hard and menacing. The look of loss and heartache was gone, replaced by a sense of serenity and peace. He was simply beautiful.

“Your talent never fails to amaze me. How do you know how to capture the right look?”

I shrugged and felt him run a finger across the base of my neck. I shuddered and moaned, looking back at him. Kit ran his hand around my neck, then down towards my chest. The closer he got to my breasts, the more my breath came out in gasps.

Suddenly, he pulled away and the loss I felt was intense. “Turn around,” he commanded, and I didn’t hesitate. I got up and watched as he took a step towards me, then started to slowly unbutton my blouse…so agonisingly slowly.

He captured my eyes and held me there, neither one of us looking away. I could feel a wetness form on the inside of my legs as I struggled to contain my breathing.

Kit stepped away from me and it was only then that I realised I was naked. He had managed to completely undress me without me even noticing.

I watched as Kit picked up one of my brushes and dabbed it into the gold paint. He walked back to me and gently swiped it across my nipple.

I moaned at the coldness, but also at the feel of how erotic the brush felt against my skin. My nipples instantly reacted, earning a smile from Kit. How could one ever tire of his smiles?

Delicately and slowly, he painted around my other nipple. To say I was turned on would be an understatement. This was a new side to painting I definitely wanted to explore.

Feeling left out, I walked up to the paint and dabbed some on my fingertips. I rubbed them together and walked over to Kit. I placed my hands on his chest and slowly stroked around his pecks. Kit hissed in a breath, gazing at me with a hooded expression. I could tell he decided to skip the brush because my idea was a better one.

He walked over to the blue paint, dabbed his hand in, and rubbed it on my chest. Once he was done, he stepped back and, judging by the tent in his pyjama bottoms, he was very turned on. Kit proceeded to run his hands across my breasts. I closed my eyes and moaned, relishing in the feeling he gave me. The paint was cold but, combined with his touch, my pulse was skyrocketing.

We both got more paint and went to town, touching as much skin as possible. I could tell the areas I had touched before by the colours on his skin. Funnily enough, I seemed to favour the middle of his chest where his ribs met. It was then I realised this must be my favourite part about him...apart from the obvious, of course.

“Do you know how beautiful you look?”

I stared at him and he gently pulled me towards him, positioning me so we could both look in the mirror in the corner of the room. I had blue and gold paint all over my breasts, stomach, and hips. There was no guessing what areas Kit favoured. With one hand under my arm, he trailed the fingers of his other down until he met the curve of my waist.

“Stunning,” he whispered.

I shuddered underneath his touch, desperate for him to explore further. Placing my hand behind his neck, I slid my fingers through his hair. Kit rewarded me by placing light kisses on the base of my neck. I closed my eyes, feeling his erection pressing into my behind. I wanted him so much. The feel of him was filling up all my senses.

“I’ve missed a bit,” he whispered, then moved away. The loss of his body heat hit me with full force.

“Kit, what are you doing?” I turned around and saw him rubbing more blue paint on his hands. He stalked over to me, wrapped his arms around me and...thwack.

My eyes went wide as I felt two hands on either side of my butt. Kit smiled. “I can’t ignore those. I would never forgive myself.”

Laughing, I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and found two big handprints on each of my cheeks. “Are you certain you’ve covered all areas now?” I looked back and hitched one eyebrow at him.

Kit pulled me closer to him, pressing his very hard erection into my stomach. “Well, no. There is one other area, but that can’t be marked by paint. It can only be marked by me.”

I bit my lip and gave him a cheeky smile. “Oh, really? You’re going to mark me, are you? And just how are you planning on doing that?”

Kit leaned down close to my mouth. “Let me show you.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. I opened my mouth, allowing him access. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my fingers in his hair. Kit tightened his grip on me and leaned forward so I was pressed into him more.

He growled when I wrapped my leg around his waist, pulling him even closer to me, but it wasn’t close enough. I was always wanting more, craving more.

Spinning me around, he grabbed a stool and walked us over to the mirror. “Put your hands on the stool.”

I bent over and placed my hands on the stool. Kit’s eyes roamed over my body, a hungry look in them.

“You’ve certainly changed since the first time we made love. There’s no stopping you now.” I gave Kit a cheeky grin.

He smiled back. “I think you were right. With the right person, it just comes naturally.” He trailed his fingers along my spine, making me shudder. “Cold?”

“Never with you,” I answered breathlessly.

Kit moved my hair to one side and stood behind me. I felt his erection pressing into my bottom and couldn’t help but push back into him.

Kit hissed. “You’re impatient.”

“I suppose it just comes naturally with you.”

His hands slid through my arms and wrapped around my breasts. As he squeezed my nipples, I moaned again and pushed back once more.

“Olivia, you have to stop doing that. I only have so much control.” He nibbled on my earlobe and moaned.

“Kit, you’re preaching to me about self-control?”

Kit laughed a little in my ear and that alone had me pooling with desire for him. I felt his hot breath at my ear. “What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me.” I closed my eyes, waiting for the feel of his hands on me. It wasn’t long before his hand trailed down between my legs. Once there, he parted me, lightly sliding his finger over my clit.

I moaned again. “Kit… Please…”

He started massaging my clit so delicately and tenderly, it both frustrated and aroused me. “Kit…”

“What do you want me to do?”

I moaned again, my legs shaking as he carried on his delicious assault. “I want you to make love to me, Kit. I want to feel you inside me. Please.”

I felt Kit’s rapid breath against my ear. Taking his hand from my breast, he held his cock to my entrance. I went rigid, waiting for that first feel of him sliding into me. The first initial, glorious sting.

Bit by bit, he edged a little more inside me. I loved him for being so gentle. He seemed to be in tune with my body already.

“Here is where I’ve always wanted to be.” He moved steadily in and out of me, as he gently massaged my clit.

“Oh god, Kit. You’re always welcome here.”

Kit chuckled, then picked up his pace. With one hand, he guided my head towards the mirror. “Look at us, Olivia. Look at how we fit together. It’s like we were made for each other.”

I watched in awe as the image of me bent over the stool with Kit standing behind me raced through my head. At this angle, I could watch as he moved in and out of me, flexing his muscles every time he moved his hand over my clit. On his arm, his bicep bulged slightly as he worked his fingers. I could see that his gorgeous butt clench every time he pushed into me further, harder, deeper. Watching this had the burning orgasm rising through my body.

I closed my eyes momentarily as I felt it rise even further. In my rapture, I stumbled a little, but Kit held me firm.

“Kit, I’m going to…” That was it. I screamed his name, pulsating around his cock.

Once I calmed, Kit pulled out of me, spun me around, and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he bent down to lay me on the floor. On instinct, I waved my hand out, frightened I would fall. Catching my hand on the table, it all came toppling down on us. Kit got the brunt of it, but we were now covered in water and paint.

“Sorry,” I offered, as he lay me down.

Kit entered me in one thrust and moaned. “Never. Say. Sorry.” He pounded into me as I wrapped my legs around him. He was so far gone now that I didn’t think he’d even care if the ceiling came caving in on us. His breathing was harsh, his movements rapid as he propelled himself into me over and over again.

All this did was cause another orgasm to suddenly ripple through me. I never thought that would be possible, but it obviously was with Kit.

I screamed, digging my nails into his arms. Kit roared as he thrust one more time, emptying himself inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me and we stayed like that for a while. Our breathing was laboured as we remained in a tight embrace.

After a while, I felt a light breeze hit my skin, causing me to shiver.

“That definitely was the cold this time.” Kit pulled his head up to look at me.

I looked around us and laughed. “It seems we have made a bit of a mess in here, Mr. Chain. I doubt painting will ever mean the same thing to me again.”

Kit smiled. “If it makes you think of me with a smile on your face, I’ve definitely done something right.”

Raising my hand up, I placed it on his cheek. “You always do something right. Being here with me makes it all feel right.”

Kit bent down to kiss me tenderly, then the cold hit me again, making me shiver.

“I’m going to run you a nice warm bath.” Kit slid out of me, making me wince a little at the loss. Once he was off me, the cold hit with full force.

Kit got up and held his hand out, pulling me into his arms, wrapping them protectively around me. “I want to keep you warm, but you’ll never stay warm like this.” He looked towards the door and kissed my head. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched as a very naked and very sexy Kit walked out of the room. I listened, hearing the water running, then turned to see what kind of mess we made.

I couldn’t help but gasp. This room was always kept so clean, minimal items scattered around. Now there were two stools, paint and water marked an area where our bodies were, and my brushes were scattered all around. One of them was even by the door, which was miles away from where we were.

Kit walked back in, holding a mop. I put my hand out to grab it, but Kit just shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll clean up. You go get yourself warm in the bath. I’ll join you in a minute.”

“I don’t mind, Kit. I was the one who made the mess.”

Kit smiled cheekily. “And I loved every minute of it. Now go and get in the bath. It should be ready shortly.”

I nodded with a smile, seductively running my hand across his arm as I walked past. “Don’t be long,” I whispered, making my way out the door.

Kit smiled, shook his head, and started mopping. I wasn’t sure why, but seeing him mop the floor naked was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. I had to stop at the doorway for a second just so I could marvel at him.

“Olivia…bath…now.” His sudden words made me jump. He never once looked up, just carried on with his sexy mopping.

“Oh, sorry.” I bit my lip to stop my laughter, making my way to the bathroom. Once there, I saw he had put some bubbles in the water. I could certainly get used to this. How did I ever think Kit was anything but a sweetheart?

Pain shot through my gut as I thought about the past and everything that had happened since. Months ago, I went into all this with a different perspective. Now, I was falling deeper and deeper and didn’t know what the hell to do next.

With that thought still in my mind, I switched off the water and climbed in, moaning as I went. I shivered again as the heat of the water hit my cold skin.

I settled into the bath and pondered for a moment about what I was going to do next. My week was almost up and I knew Uncle would come for me. I was also acutely aware that, for the first time ever, I had gone against him by ignoring his texts. It was a stupid thing to do, but I just wanted my time with Kit to last a little bit longer. For the first time in my life, I was happy and I just wanted to hold onto it for as long as I possibly could.

“Penny for them?”

I looked at the door and saw Kit standing there, his arms crossed. He looked concerned.

I shrugged. “Nothing. I was just thinking about how much my life has changed since… You know.” I absentmindedly played with the bubbles in the hope I didn’t give myself away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kit moving towards the bath. I watched as he slid in opposite me and stared into my eyes.

“What are you not telling me?”

My eyes widened a little, then I composed myself. “About as much as you’re not telling me.”

Kit flinched a little and looked away, deep in thought. A frown creased his forehead as though he was having difficulty deciding something.

He looked back at me. “That time I was sick and I…” He looked away again, as if embarrassed.

I took his hand and made him look at me. “Go on,” I urged. I knew exactly what he was referring to.

Kit grit his teeth before continuing, “On occasion, I would be asked to use my…looks, I guess you could say, to trap high-powered women.”

That stunned me. Of all the things I thought it could be, I wasn’t expecting that. “How do you mean, Kit? You slept with them so you could blackmail them later?”

Kit closed his eyes. I could tell the thought shamed him. “No, I didn’t sleep with them. I wasn’t allowed to. Sleeping with someone was too intimate an act. I was only to do enough to be caught on camera so they could use it later on to sway certain…decisions their way.”

I grabbed his hand. “‘Their way’, as in the people you worked for?” Kit nodded. “Did they make you do other things, as well?” He nodded again. “I suppose you aren’t going to tell me.” I sighed and moved back against the bath.

Kit looked up. “I wish I could, Olivia, but I’m revealing too much as it is. I don’t want to put you in danger. I care about you too much for that.”

I swallowed down the pain at hearing the word ‘care’ and not ‘love’. I knew we were still very early into our relationship and I didn’t know a thing about this man, but it still hurt to think he wasn’t quite there yet.

“You said you didn’t agree with them on something and that’s when you decided you wanted out. Can you tell me what it was?”

He shook his head. “I was sent on a task and, at first, I started to go through with it, but then something made me turn back.”

I frowned. “What?”

Kit sighed. “A young girl.”

My eyes widened. “Really? How?”

Kit stared at me for a moment. “Let’s just say that she wasn’t supposed to be in the picture. The minute I knew she was, it changed everything for me. In fact, I owe that little girl a lot. She made me see the monster inside me. The person I was truly becoming. I knew I had to escape. Staying and carrying on would have only led me down deeper.”

I sat there a moment, just staring at him. I knew he wasn’t going to give me everything, but this was definitely a start.

Expectantly, Kit looked back at me. Now that he had given me something, I could tell he was wanting answers from me. I suppose it was only fair but, for some reason, my tongue was stuck in my mouth. I couldn’t move, couldn’t say anything. It was only when Kit sighed a little and started to get out of the bath that I found my power of speech.

“My father killed himself.”

Kit stopped abruptly, lowering himself back into the bath. I turned away, feeling the tears burning my eyes. The memories were too dark for me, haunting me like it was yesterday.

Kit gently coaxed me to look at him. He offered me a gentle smile, so I carried on, “I was almost fifteen and was looking around the house for him. I couldn’t find him and that’s when I heard a loud bang. I rushed to his office, opened the door, and found him lying on the floor. He’d shot himself in the head. I will never get over that image of his lifeless eyes staring back at me. It haunts me to this day.”

Kit wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “I’m so sorry, Olivia.”

I cried onto his shoulder and he just held me there. When I finally calmed, he stroked my hair away from my face.

“What happened to your mother?”

I sighed. “She died from cancer not long after but, by that time, I was already lost. That’s why I had to get away and start a new life.”

“And you chose London.”

I laughed a little. “It’s just as good a place to start as any,” I lied.

Pushing me away from him, Kit smiled. “I tell you what. After this bath, I’m going to go and get us some sausages and chips. Would you like that?”

I nodded. “That would be perfect. My purse is on the table. It has a twenty in it.”

Kit shook his head, but didn’t say anything.

*****

After our bath, Kit and I got dressed. He said I didn’t need to, but I wanted to be ready when he left.

Sure enough, once he was gone, I checked my purse and found the twenty pound note still in there.

I grabbed my coat and ran out of the house. I walked in the direction of the chip shop and quickly saw Kit up ahead. I kept far behind him so he wouldn’t spot me, following him down to the bottom of the road. He turned right, which was correct if he was heading where he was supposed to.

I carried on behind him as he turned two more corners. He looked behind himself a few times as he walked towards the chip shop, causing me to duck out of the way so he wouldn’t see me.

I was feeling stupid and also pissed off at myself for doubting him. He really was just going to get us some chips.

At that moment, I started to turn the other way, feeling guilty that I had mistrusted him, but then something caught my eye and I turned to watch Kit walk straight past the chip shop.

Eyes widening, I turned back to follow him and quickened my pace a little. It was rush hour now, so there were lots of people around in which to lose myself.

Kit ventured further, then turned left onto another main road. I followed as far back as I could, watching as he walked into a post retail office.

Not wanting him to notice me, I briskly walked across the road and into a coffee shop. I ordered a coffee and sat down, watching and waiting.

After about five minutes, I saw Kit emerge, then look around. I ducked a little and sat there, mystified, as a man who looked to be in his fifties approached Kit and handed him a small envelope. Kit nodded, handed him some money, and off they walked in opposite directions.

At first, I sat there, then realised Kit was heading back home, so I jumped up. I ran out of the coffee shop, but took a different route back so Kit wouldn’t notice. It was a little longer, but I hoped I would reach home faster, considering Kit still had to order our dinner.

After ten minutes, I made it down my street. I got to my door, trying to catch my breath as I put in the key. I raced into the house and shut the door, looking around wildly. There was no way Kit could have made it home faster than me, but I just didn’t know with him.

So many secrets. So many questions. What was he doing? Who was that man? And, more importantly, what was he handing him in that envelope that was worth all that money in return? Furthermore, how could he afford it when he was homeless?

Everything baffled me. He was supposed to be living on the streets, yet he had money to buy expensive paint sets, chips, and…information.

Thinking about it logically, I suppose he had to be this way because he was hiding from people who were after him. The very people he turned against.

My head was swimming with questions. Swimming with possible answers. Swimming with the knowledge that I had to act quickly. Things were getting way too dangerous now. I just wished Kit would open up and tell me the words I had been longing to hear. He gave me a glimpse, but I had to have more. The need for that was getting stronger every day.

Taking my coat off, I hung it over the hook, then ran into the kitchen to put the kettle on and fetch some plates. I had to look like I had been there all along. I was just putting the cups of tea down on the table when Kit walked in, a big smile on his face.

I smiled back as he walked over with the bags of food in his hands. “Sorry. It took a little longer than I thought. Everyone’s heading home, so there was a really long queue at the chip shop.”

I smiled sweetly, knowing he was lying. “Don’t worry about it. You’re here now. Thank you for getting them. I’m starving.”

Kit walked up to me and placed a light kiss on my forehead. He pulled back with a frown and touched my head. “You’re not coming down with something again, are you? You feel a little clammy.”

I laughed nervously and moved away from him. “No. I think it’s just you, Kit. You always make me feverish.”

He smiled back, but there was doubt written across his face. He was suspicious of me. With a man like Kit, I suppose you couldn’t get away with anything. I was trying to, but I doubted he bought it.

We sat in comfortable silence, every now and then muttering how nice the chips were. I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering towards Kit’s coat. I was sure something was in one of the pockets, and it frustrated the hell out of me.

“Are you okay?”

I jumped at the sound of his voice. “Me?” I squealed a little. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about how much fun I had in my studio today.” I winked at him, and Kit smiled back.

“I think I’d like to take you to bed next.”

I couldn’t help it. Heat radiated between my legs and I found myself getting wet just from the thought.

“From that look in your eyes, it sounds as though you agree with me.”

I nodded. “I definitely agree.”

Kit scrunched up his empty paper and placed it back in the plastic bag. Noticing I was also finished, he picked mine up and did the same. “So what are we waiting for?”

He got up from the chair and walked over to me, offering me his hand. I took it, standing up. “How about I wash up here and be right up?”

Kit smiled and lingered for a kiss. “Don’t be long.”

I laughed nervously. “I won’t.”

As Kit walked up the stairs, I glanced back at the coat. I had to get these dishes done first, then maybe I could have a look.

I rushed into the kitchen, cleaned up as fast as I could, then went back to the front room. His coat was lying on the sofa, so I picked it up and slid my hand inside. I felt the envelope and was just about to pull it out when his voice halted me.

“Olivia, are you coming?”

From the stairs, I saw him looking down at me. He frowned and I swallowed hard. I put on a brave smile, as my mother used to call it, and cleared my throat.

“Yes. I was just going to hang your coat up with mine.”

I discreetly pulled my hand from his pocket and walked up to the hanger. I placed his coat next to mine, feeling the overwhelming frustration of not knowing what the hell was in there. It would probably bug me all night now.

I looked up at Kit. “There. I can come up now.”

He smiled and held out his hand. Looking one last time at the coat, I made my way up. I grabbed for him, and Kit scooped me into his arms for a spellbinding kiss.

I guess finding out what was in that envelope would have to wait.