Inheritance

Chapter 30

"Why would you do that?!" I immediately punched his arm.

"He shouldn't be calling your phone this late." He scolded, sounding much like a parent.

"And why is that?" I refuted, a small part of me slightly turned on by his jealousy.

"Because you're mine." 

He fully wrapped the span of his arms around my torso, while I consciously leaned into his embrace. His hand trickled down my stomach until it unexpectedly palmed my mound, earning a loud mule from me. However, he released me shortly after, amused by my reaction.

This sickness clearly brought out a sappy side of him that was new to me, but still rather similar to the way he'd behaved when we were kids. I was sure that, by tomorrow, he would return to his permanent disposition as the detached billionaire tycoon. But, today I would enjoy this small part of him that no one knew about and that I secretly cherished.

I'd always been his and I was glad he was finally starting to see that for himself.

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I awoke the next morning to the feel of firm arms laced around my upper body, just below my breasts. I couldn't move, as I felt thick hands tighten even more around the curvature of my stomach. Which, I hadn't known was remotely possible, given how tightly Kendall had already been holding onto me.

Somewhere between the coolness of the night and the heated air that currently warmed the room, I felt like a furnace. I attempted to pull his possessive arms away, but was rendered unsuccessful when he continued to sleep soundly beside me.

"Kendall, wake up. Move your hand, I'm hot." I complained, shaking his body with a gentle force. But, he still wouldn't budge.

Growing increasingly impatient, I elbowed him in the rib cage. It hadn't been enough to actually hurt him, but it did cause him to loosen his grip around my body. Surprisingly, his eyes remained shut.

"I have to get ready for work." I groaned, talking more to myself than to him.

"You should stay a little longer. I happen to know one or two ways we could keep ourselves busy." The sound of his raspy morning voice sent pleasurable waves to my core. Apart from his generous looks, the richness of his deep voice was one of the most attractive things I found about him.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" I innocently questioned, playing clueless to the sexual innuendo.

"Well," he began, propping himself up, so that his firm body loomed over me, pinning me directly beneath him. "It goes a little something along the lines of me on top of you ramming my dick into your tight slit as you squirm below me begging me to stop." His tone darkened, while the sheets rolled off his back, revealing his toned and irresistible body.

Sex was obviously the big elephant in the room. Neither of us had ever mentioned it until yesterday, but each time I was with him, I found myself gradually teetering nearer to that line. Was now the right time to tell him that I was a virgin? Or, would that turn him off completely?

"Would you like that, Sasha?" He interrupted my thoughts, as one of his hands plunged toward my breast, softly clasping onto the mass.

I resisted the urge to succumb to his sexual temptation and was saved from doing so when someone knocked on the bedroom door. He invited them in, causing me to look at him with a mixture of shock and rage. Our current predicament wasn't something I'd like his staff to witness. But, he seemed entirely indifferent towards Miranda's presence in the room.

He continued to rest above me, which caused his body to block my view of her actions. However, I could hear her set something onto the table, while Kendall continued to peer down at me. Eventually, he leaned in for a kiss that slowly became heated, until Miranda cleared her throat. He gave me one final peck, then rolled carelessly onto his back, casually tucking a hand behind his head.

"Thanks Miranda, you may go." He dismissed, and she eagerly left the room. I didn't miss the hint of a smile that adorned her face, as she observed Kendall and I on his bed.

"So, is this a normal occurrence?" I asked, once she had left the room.

"What do you mean?" He returned, as he leaned over to grab the food tray placed on his side table.

"Your staff walking into your room and seeing a woman on your bed?" I didn't mean to sound so jealous, but it was no secret that Kendall had a perverse sexual history.

He paused his actions in sorting through the neat arrangement of breakfast entrées charted on the large tray and laid back onto the bed. Sighing warily, he turned his attention over to me.

"Sasha, no. I've never let a woman stay the night at my house. This is my sanctuary and I let you in."

"Oh really? I suppose I should be grateful, then?" I responded, growing irritated by what it seemed his words implied.

"No, but I'm trying." He got up from the bed, taking a large exhale as he headed for the bathroom. When I heard the sound of water running, I knew he was planning to shower.

A couple of minutes later, he returned to the bedroom. His dark hair was slightly dampened and a bath towel was securely wrapped around his waist. He didn't look at me, but I could sense his annoyance. Though we'd  had such a good night, I still found a way to self-sabotage by letting my insecurities get the best of me.

Removing myself from the bed, I approached him while his back was still to me. I wrapped my arms around his stomach, then pressed my head against his shoulders. He inhaled a deep breath, almost turning his head towards me, then shortly choosing to look straight ahead. I used my index finger to trace the ink on the skin of his back, while he remained silent.

"I'm sorry, let's not fight." I gently kissed his shoulder blade, then pulled away. Turning around, he leaned up against the drawer.

"Come here." He motioned, widening his legs so that I could fit myself in between.

Walking into the open space, he lifted me up and hoisted me onto his lap. We stared at each other with so much emotion festered in the air, and I wondered what he had planned to say. He sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth, and I couldn't help my hand that had moved on its own accord to draw it back out. When his head lowered to rest along my collar bone, I could feel his soft lips take up the treacherous act of laying open-mouthed kisses along the area.

A brisk moan escaped my lips, while my hands tugged at the ends of his wet hair. I could feel his fingers slip under my shirt, wandering along my back then teasing my abdomen. When his fingers grazed my nipples, another shriek left my body. As he began to pinch each bud, I felt like I would come undone.

"You like that?" He whispered, though his voice came out like a grunt. "Take this off." He ordered, pulling at the hem of my shirt.

Was I ready to take this next step with him?

The ability to think clearly became difficult when his large hands squeezed my breasts together, kneading and nipping at the skin. My hands ventured from his hair to his biceps, where they held on for dear life. I was helpless when his hands began to raise my shirt, first revealing my stomach, then the valley of my breasts, then-

"Wait, I'm not ready." I finally spoke, fearing I'd ruined the moment.

"It's okay, we can take it slow." He gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, then pulled down my shirt. Needing his touch, I moved closer to him. 

"I want to do things the right way with you. Let me take you on a date." He finished, after giving me one last peck on the lips.