Just a little more.

I slid the fingers of my other hand around until I was touching her pussy, which still dripped despite her protests.

She moaned shakily as I rubbed her there, teasing her and lifting her to a high she had never experienced before and never would unless I allowed it.

“Inside me.”

“What?” I started moving slowly inside her ass. My hips thrust in a rhythm that had been unfamiliar to me for the last four years.

“I want your fingers inside me… please.”

“Why?”

My pace increased infinitesimally. I would introduce her to hard fucking once again, but first, I needed to take my time. I didn’t want this to end until she submitted to me.

“I just need,” she mumbled incoherently,

“My cock?” She leaned her forehead against the wall and nodded, but I was having none of it. I gripped her throat and brought her back flush with my front. “Tell me it’s my cock you need.”

I increased my pace just a little more. Her ass was giving way to my ownership, and soon, she would, too. I just needed the words.

“Say it, baby. Tell me what you feel—” I thrust my fingers deeper inside her pussy and whispered in her ear, “Right here.”

“Fuck… Keenan.”

“Say it,” I barked.

“You own me!” she screamed and convulsed against my fingers as she came.

“That’s right, baby. Your sweet little ass belongs to me, and so do you.”

My rhythm quickly transformed from a slow tease to a forceful pounding. I gave up everything to the fuck.

Her ass welcomed my unforgiving strokes while her screams spurred me. When she could no longer hold herself up, I took her down to her knees. She quickly planted her hands on the steps and braced for my relentless thrusts inside her body.

My fingers were no longer thrusting inside her. Instead, I gripped her hips to pull her deeper onto my cock.

“It’s hurts so good. Oh, baby, I’m going to come,” she pleaded.

“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock. I want to feel your ass suck me in.”

Her legs shook and her breath came out in shorts gasps as she came hard forcing me to follow after and empty inside her.

The force of our orgasms seemed to suck the strength out of us both as we collapsed on the stairs.

We’d fallen asleep where we were on the staircase, and it was my phone ringing sometime later that woke me up.

“Yeah?” I grumbled lazily into the phone. I wasn’t even sure I had answered until the caller spoke two words that made my heart stop.

“Lake’s gone.”

I jumped up immediately and pulled up my jeans. Sheldon started to come to when I yelled into the phone. “What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?”

“I mean she slipped out sometime during the night,” Dash gritted.

“Night? Wait… What time is it?”

“It’s after six in the morning. What the fuck are you doing over there?”

“Nothing,” I answered a little too quickly. “I was asleep.”

“What’s going on?” Sheldon mumbled sleepily.

“Is that my sister?” Dash yelled through the phone.

“Is that Dash?” I nodded quietly to her before ordering her upstairs. For once, she listened without argument.

“Have you called her?”

“Several times. She won’t pick up, but I know she sees me calling because she keeps sending me to voicemail.”

“Why would she leave?”

“Probably because Keiran rejected her visit again.”

I clenched my eyes closed and swore. “He’s going to kill us and then her.”

“Yeah, and sooner than you think. We managed to convince the private investigator and the hospital to drop the charges.”

“How?”

“Money. How else?”

“So when is he being released?”

“In three hours.”

“Fuck!” I shouted. “So we have three hours to find her. Have you tried her aunt?”

“I’m on my way there now.”

“I’m on my way.” I hung up without saying more and ran full speed up the stairs to the first level, hooked a right, and ran up the second set of stairs.

“What’s going on?” Sheldon asked as she pulled on her jeans from yesterday.

“What are you doing?” I stopped short and glared down at her. Sheldon was average height while I was tall, and I used it to my advantage each time I sought to intimidate her.