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.