Temper Him by Caitlyn Dare

Chapter Fifteen

Kennedy

“Conner,” I breathe again.

He’s here.

He’s really here.

Everything is a little blurry, the liquor in my veins numbing me from the events of the night so far.

The anti-Valentine’s Day bonfire takes place on a quiet stretch of the beach. It’s always a big event in the Heights. Anyone who’s anyone comes down here to get high or drunk or both, and to find someone to lose themselves in for the night.

“Warren—"

“Don’t say that fucker’s name,” Conner growls, clenching his fist.

“Y-you’re here.”

“Shit, K, how much did you have to drink?”

Not nearly enough,I think.

“You shouldn’t be here, Conner.”

Anger flashes in his eyes as his hands go to the wide tree trunk behind my back. He leans down, putting us face to face. “I’ve been trying to contact you all fucking week.”

“I-I know.” My eyes drop to the ground, but Conner grips my chin, lifting my face back to his.

“Talk to me, K. Please.” His eyes shutter as he inhales a ragged breath. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air and I wince, wondering if it’s Warren and the girl he dragged out here with us, or one of the many other couples that disappeared into the darkness over the course of the night.

When Conner’s eyes snap open, they’re completely black. “Kenny, tell me what’s going on. I’m begging you.”

“I... he...” I don’t want to say the words, but one of Conner’s hands winds around the side of my neck, stroking my pulse point as if he’s coaxing them right out of me.

“Did he touch you?” It’s a low growl, and Conner’s body begins to tremble. His fingers splay around my throat as he pins me to the trunk. “Kennedy, answer me. Did you let him touch you?”

“You think I could stop him?” Tears leak from my eyes. “He took me to the fight night last Sunday.”

“You… you were there?” His eyes go wide.

I nod, trying to smother the pain bleeding from my pores. “He...” I inhale a shuddering breath.

“What, Kenny?” he grits out. “What did that motherfucker do?”

“H-he made me watch you fight while he...” I can’t say it. The words die on my tongue right along with my heart.

“He fucked you there? At the fight?”

A whimper spills from my lips as Conner tears away from me and buries his face in his hands. My knees buckle and I reach out for the tree, holding myself up.

“That’s why I didn’t reply... I couldn’t...”

“I’ll kill him.” Conner’s eyes burn into mine, his expression deadly. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“No, no, you can’t.” I throw myself at him, wrapping my body around him like a blanket. At first Conner doesn’t respond, just stands deadly still, his chest heaving between us.

“I’m sorry,” I cry into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

His arms wind around me for a second, but then he untangles me from his body. The dark expression on his face sends shivers down my spine. “You need to go,” he breathes.

“W-what?” Pain lances my chest.

“I can’t even fucking look at you right now.”

“C-Conner? It’s me. It’s Kennedy.”

The words sound so stupid. He knows it’s me. He just sees me differently now, like I knew he would.

A girl’s moans pierce the air and he flinches, cussing under his breath.

“He’s out there right now, balls deep in some other girl and you’re just what... going to go home with him and let him fuck you with her cum still on his dick?”

I try to smother another whimper, but it escapes my lips as I clutch my throat, trembling.

“Are you just a whore now, K?” Conner stalks toward me, contempt burning in his eyes. “Do you like it? Do you like letting him take what he wants from you? Is that why you left me, babe? Because I didn’t treat you like a whore?”

He trails a finger down my cheek, dragging it through my salty tears.

“Conner, don’t...”

“Don’t what, babe? Don’t treat you like that?” He leans in closer, brushing the shell of my ear with his tongue. “But it gets you wet, doesn’t it?”

My fingers twist into his t-shirt. “N-no, that’s not true.”

“Are you sure, babe? Because I can feel your heat from here. I bet if I slide my fingers inside your pussy.” His hand dips between us and he hikes up my skirt, tearing my panties aside and lazily sliding his fingers through my pussy.

“Jesus, K, you’re fucking soaked.” He doesn’t sound pleased about it, he sounds disgusted. “You lied, babe. You do like it.” He nips my earlobe, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. “You like being treated like a whore. Is that what you want? Do you want me to go fuck some other girl and then come back here and fuck you? See how it makes you feel, knowing my dick was inside some other pussy first?”

“Fuck you, Conner.” The palm of my hand collides with his face. “Fuck you.”

The world stops, and we stare at each other for a moment. Disbelief shines in his eyes, but then his lips twist with wicked intent.

Conner’s body knocks me back against the tree as he wraps a hand around my throat and kisses me hard. I gasp around his tongue as he plunges it into my mouth until I can’t breathe. I claw at his back, at his shoulders, trying to get him to let up. But then he pushes two of his thick fingers inside me and I go lax in his arms.

“God, Conner,” I cry, as he works me with his fingers, spearing them inside my pussy and stretching me.

“I’m going to fuck him out of you, K. When I’m done, you’ll only ever remember me.”

“Y-yes.” I swallow as he devours me with his lips, his tongue and teeth. He scrapes and bites, kisses and sucks. It feels so good, and I don’t realize he’s jacking himself off until I feel the angry head of his cock bump against my clit.

“I need you, Conner...” God, I need him so much.

He tears his fingers out of me and forces them into my mouth. “Taste yourself, whore,” he demands, and I suck them clean.

I try to reach for his cock, but Conner shoots me a wicked grin. “You think you get to touch me after you let him fuck you?”

“C-Conner...”

“Turn around.”

My brows furrow.

“You think I want to look at you?” he spits. “I said turn the fuck around.”

Tears spill down my cheeks as I stand there, my head fuzzy from the liquor, my heart in tatters from the dark expression on Conner’s face.

“Conner, I don’t—"

He grabs me roughly and spins me around, pushing me up against the tree. The air whooshes from my lungs as a tremor of fear shoots through me.

He won’t hurt me.

Conner loves me.

He loves me.

But he’s hurting, and now he wants me to hurt.

And I wish I could blame him, I wish I could make him into the monster here... but I can’t.

His hands tug and pull at the material covering my ass. He grabs a handful of flesh, squeezing hard. Slick fingers slide between my ass cheeks, teasing the tight hole. “Has he taken you here, K?”

I shake my head, unable to fight the tears now.

“Maybe I should then.” One of his fingers breaches the entrance and I cry out, the sting too much.

To my relief his fingers move, gliding around to my pussy. He spears them deep inside me a couple of times, making me moan.

“I want you to scream, baby. When I’m fucking you, I want you to scream my name so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

Conner slams inside of me so hard my breath catches in my throat. He isn’t soft or gentle, he doesn’t love me with his body. He fucks me.

Conner fucks me like he hates me.

And it occurs to me that maybe he does.

He holds my hips firmly in place, leaning over my body slightly to kiss and lick the skin along my shoulder. “Did he fuck you like this, K?”

“N-no,” I cry. Because it’s the truth. Nothing Warren can do to me will ever hurt as much as this moment.

But despite all the pain and heartache I feel, Conner works my body into a needy, breathy mess.

My womb clenches with every thrust, my skin vibrating and drenched in pleasure. He slides a hand around my stomach, finding my clit and rubbing so hard and fast I see stars.

“Come, babe. Come all over my cock so later when he fucks you, he’ll know I was here first.”

I smother another whimper, too lost to the intense sensations coursing through me. Conner folds his body over mine, pressing me painfully against the tree.

“Mine, K. This,” he cups my pussy right where he’s fucking me, “is mine.”

I’m boneless, hardly able to stand as he continues driving into me. My stomach coils tight but my orgasm doesn’t come. I’m too on edge, too up in my own head.

“God, K, you feel so fucking good.” Conner ruts into me, pinching and flicking my clit with cruel abandon until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.

“I’m close, babe. I’m so fucking close.”

I feel him grow harder inside me, and sheer panic fills me. What if Warren knows? What if he takes me later and realizes?

Oh Conner, what have you done?

I brace myself for him to come, but at the last second he grabs my hair and forces me to my knees, growling, “Open,” just in time to slide his cock into my mouth, hot jets of cum spurts down my throat.

Conner holds me there, his fingers buried deep in my hair as he stares down at me. His hand slides to my mouth as he pulls out and tucks himself back into his shorts. “I love you Kennedy, so fucking much.” He presses his thumb against my bottom lip. “But I really hate you right now.”

“I know.” My eyes flutter shut, tears still streaking down my cheeks.

I want to say something, anything to fix this. But the truth of the matter is that until James handles his business, we’re stuck here.

Conner lets out a guttural roar, his fist flying into the trunk behind me. “Fuck,” he grunts, “fuuuuuck.”

My body trembles, crashing fast.

His eyes finally lower to mine, and what I see guts me.

Conner doesn’t only hate me.

He hates himself.