Inheritance

Chapter 15

"Sasha?" 

I heard his deep voice rumble from just beyond the open crack in the wooden door. I paused, when I continued to hear my name ring from the gorgeous man's mouth who represented everything I wanted but couldn't have. My forbidden drug. 

Had he seen me? 

It didn't take long for the door to swing open, revealing the large man who'd unfortunately decided to grace my presence. He leaned casually against the wall frame, as the top of his head nearly reached the ceiling. I was confused by the way he could stand in front of me with so much poise when he'd been flagrantly jacking himself off only a few seconds earlier.

"What are you doing?" He asked, as his shirtless arms crossed over his chest. My eyes automatically shifted to the pink nipples centered on either side of his pecks before they dropped to the six neat squares and v-shaped ridge adorning his tight abdominal region.

"Um—I was just using the bathroom." I reluctantly pointed to a random room a few doors down.

"The bathroom's that way." He responded condescendingly, as his finger pointed in the opposite direction.

"Were you...watching me?" He continued, almost in a teasing manner. 

He knew he was gorgeous. There was no denying that. But, somehow I wanted to humble his embellished attitude.

"There wouldn't be much to watch." I mused, knowing that the outright lie was the farthest thing from the truth.

Kendall's face morphed into a frown and in one quick motion, he stepped forward, swooping me into his strong arms, then pulling us into his room. Shutting the door behind him, he eyed me with a clouded look that tethered the lines between love and hate. 

I steadily backed away from him, but the action only seemed to fuel his prolonged strides in my direction. When my back inevitably hit a hard surface, the game of catch was over as I was effectively trapped between him and the wall. He stood so close that I could feel the electric heat radiating off his body. 

"Is that so? I noticed you the moment you peaked your pretty little head inside." His hands pinned me to the wall, moving with authority to either side of my head.

The sudden realization that he had seen me watching him touch himself was enough to make me faint. I couldn't believe he had the audacity to taunt me in a way that left me this emotionally and physically nimble. But, I was even more confused by why he'd continued his provocative actions when he knew I was standing just beyond the door.

"Then, why didn't you stop?" I asked, roused by his decision to call me pretty. Even if he had done it impassively.

"Why didn't I stop what, Sasha?" He taunted, as his face came dangerously close to mine.

His expression was primitive in nature, analyzing me with a subtle sharpness that swept over his hostile features. My breathing quickened, causing his lips to tilt upward. It was clear that he found amusement in how just his mere words alone had the power to elicit a physically-palpable response from me.

"Why didn't I stop touching my cock, I believe is what you wanted to ask. But, an even better question is why were you watching me?" He probed, as his hand nestled under my chin, raising it up high so that I could peer directly into his face.

"You know why." I bellowed quietly. He released a faint chuckle, relishing in the ability to play with my fragile emotions.

"Hm. Would you still feel that way if you knew how much I wanted to break you? The same way you did me. Until there's nothing left of you, but tiny, shattered pieces." He declared, as his face settled into a chilling grin.

How could this be the same man who only a few weeks ago had held me in his arms so gently? The person who stood in front of me now was almost unrecognizable, but equally as enchanting. There were so many nuanced layers to Kendall. Layers that I hoped my patience would someday afford me the chance to uncover.

Taking another step forward, he allowed one of his knees to nudge in between my legs. He stared at my fleshy thighs, then anchored his hands onto the back of them. I was lifted up until my bottom rested fully against the wall. Kendall spread my legs wide enough for his knee to fill the space between our bodies.

I watched his knee traveled up the length of the wall until it grazed my lower lips. He teased me a moment longer, then finally allowed it to make full contact with my crotch. I released a heavy exhale at the feel of the newfound pressure, welcoming myself to the friction that had been momentarily created. He began to feed the pleasurable feeling by moving his knee at a torturously slow pace, then gradually increasing his rhythm. 

Removing his hands from either side of my head, he stationed them firmly onto the bare skin of my hips. My bikini-clad breasts smothered against his toned chest, allowing the space between us to dissipate. 

I was sure he could feel my erect nipples, as he began to rock his leg beneath me. No one had ever touched me down there, let alone used their knee to carry out the act. I felt myself growing moist at the salacious thought. 

I worriedly looked at Kendall whose eyes never wavered from my body, wondering whether he could feel my arousal peeking through my bikini thong. When he ceased his actions briefly to place his eyes on mine, I knew without a doubt that he'd felt it. He let out a low grunt and pushed his knee even further into my dampened center, earning a light whimper from me.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" He grumbled, while his arms continued to guide my body against his knee, slightly increasing the pressure.

Foreign sounds escaped my lips, as my hands were compelled to migrate to the back of his head, roughly gripping the ends of his hair. Kendall capitalized off the moment to snuggle his head in between my neck. As my hips moved in sync with his knee, I began to feel a throbbing sensation build in my core, hinting that I was close to reaching my peak. 

I tugged tightly on his hair, encouraging him to continue whatever magic he was doing. From the crevice of my neck, I could feel his light breaths trickling against the sensitive skin. Was he getting turned on? 

I was interrupted from my thoughts when he abruptly halted his actions and harshly pulled my hands away from his hair. With ease, he pushed me away, but I didn't budge. Instead, I stared at him in confusion. 

"Get out." He spoke calmly, as he gently placed me back onto the floor. Turning away from me, he readjusted himself beneath his trunks.

"Kendall, I-I. What?" I managed to stammer out, but he didn't bother sparing me a simple glance.

"Do you not understand English? I said leave." He repeated, causing me to feel embarrassed and disgusted by my actions. Worst of all, regret.

Once again, my emotions had betrayed me as tears brimmed the corners of my eyes. I picked up my hat that must have fallen when he pinned me against the wall, then walked towards the door. I stopped only after realizing that I had one thing left to say.

"The funny thing is that I actually came here to see if we could try to be friends. But, you know what, I change my mind. You are an asshole. Austin." I added, then slammed the door shut.