Even though it wasn't her bed,Delia couldn't help but collapse great fully on the plush covers that adorned Keiran's bed.
The scent of him, embedded in the sheets swamped her senses,bringing back all too vividly the memories and sheer sensations of earlier that morning. She had literally given herself to him on a silver platter, Delia realized in horror as she remembered how she practically forced him to finger her. Her cheeks literally burnt in embarrassment. 'He must think I'm a bloody whore right now,'Delia thought, turning to face the antique alarm clock Keiran kept at his bed stand. One minute,she was begging him to stop. The next...An involuntary shiver ran through her body as she remembered how Keiran's fingers glided over her wet skin. So sinful,yet so undeniably perfect. Where was he by the way?,she wondered.
She wasn't stupid. Of course, Keiran was filthy rich, if anything in his house was anything to go by. It was a freaking mansion for Pete's sake. Strangely enough,Delia neither knew what Keiran did or where he got his money from. Whether it was inherited, or self made. In fact, apart from his name,Delia knew nothing else about him. Nothing at all. It was pitiful, she knew,but those were the terms of their ...relationship, if she could even call it that to begin with. Yet she would stay by him for as long as he wanted her to. Tears stung her eyes as her thoughts spiralled out of her control. The more she struggled not to was the more she cried,tears falling hard and fast as she literally began to sob. All of the pain,all of the memories, all of the feelings she had been bottling up inside came flooding through. She had promised. She had vowed. She had literally sworn never to leave him alone. Yet here she was,breaking the very promises she had sworn to keep. The look on his face when she told him she had to leave broke her a new,the memory of it all as fresh on her mind as if it were yesterday.
"He'll understand, eventually." Keiran had told her after watching her and Roman. Remembering that single statement was enough to turn her sorrow into red,hot anger. How dare he say something like that?! He didn't know a single thing about them. Nothing of the shit storms they had been through. He literally tore her away from him,her brother,the only family that she had left. Granted,Keiran showered Roman with money,buckets of it. He made sure he got the care he needed,the care he deserved. But that still didn't make what he did ok. Nothing would ever make what he did to them ok. Once again,Delia cursed herself for ever feeling something, even if it was the barest of sexual needs,for Keiran. He...he didn't deserve any emotion from her. Why? Why did she even let him touch her,when she knew what he was?
Because there would have been hell to pay,her conscience reasoned. Still. She should have...resisted. She should have tried harder. Delia's thoughts ran wilder.Why did she do it? There must have been another way. Something. Anything. But...at that time,she didn't care that she was making a deal with the devil himself. She didn't care that she was literally signing her life away,signing her freedom away,and her body along with it. Even so, it was for Roman. It had always been for Roman. She didn't regret doing it for him,she just regretted what she had to do for him instead.
If...if Roman wasn't ...happy,if he wasn't getting everything he deserved, and she did mean everything, then she would slit Keiran's throat herself,and damn whatever the contract said. She would do whatever it took to keep Roman happy, to keep him safe. Even if it meant dancing to every tune Keiran played for her.
Of course, Keiran wasn't normal. Physically, Keiran was one word. Perfect. He was a Greek god. With a body like that, he could get Delia to do whatever he wanted her to do ,no matter how lustfully wicked it was. But mentally... Mentally, he was a goner. Only God knew whatever kind of twisted,fucked up shit he had going on in his mind,and Delia wasn't just talking about the sex. He...he had a problem. He wasn't normal. Keiran was down right psychotic. And the fact that he hid it so well made him all the more dangerous. She knew what she was getting herself into,well,most of it anyway,but she still did it anyway. That's what family did to her. That's what Roman did to her. He was her weakness,Delia realized, without an ounce of regret. Point a gun at her head, and she'd laugh right at your face and dare you to shoot her. Point a gun to Roman's head,well,let's just say she'd do anything you asked her to do. Even being Keiran's submissive.
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Sorry it was so short guys...I just wanted to update so bad today,then something came up. I will update ASAP though. And it will be so long:)
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Romance"So you've decided that you won't respond to me.At all?" he asked,his voice a mixture of concealed emotions. "Butterfly, you seem to forget that,you don't have any say concerning what I do to you,especially to your body," Keiran said."You are MINE,"...
