Free Under His Skin (For His Pleasure, Book 20) by Kelly Favor Page A

turned
the handle.
    “What are you doing?”
    Kennedy shouted in fear, startling as she
spun.   Easton had emerged from one
of the rooms and was watching her from the other end of the hallway, his arms
folded.  
    “I—I thought—“
    “You thought what?” he said, walking
towards her now, his arms swinging, like a drill sergeant.   When he got within a few feet of her, he
stopped.  
    “I called your name but you didn’t
answer, so I came up to look for you.”
    Easton pulled out his cell phone.   “You could’ve texted me,” he said,
practically sneering.   “But then you
wouldn’t have been able to snoop around my house.”
    “I swear,” she said, “I wasn’t snooping.”
    His face was a mask of disdain.   “I’ve made a mistake with you,” he
growled.   “I let you get too close,
too comfortable.   And I don’t know
how many times I need to see that you take liberties with my trust before I start
to take measures.”
    “Measures?”
    “As long as you’re in this house, you’ll
stay on this side,” he told her, pointing at the door she’d been about to
open.   “You sleep in this room.   It has a bathroom.   You’re to use only that bed and that
bathroom for all of your needs.   It’s a guest room, and there’s nothing in there for you to sneak around
and find.”
    “Easton, I’m sorry if I did anything to
offend you.”   She licked her lips
and stepped forward.   “I know that I
gave a stupid opinion about your father—“
    Easton’s expression darkened.   “Don’t talk about my father,
Kennedy.   Ever.”   He took a deep breath and let it out.   “That’s another thing.   You’re not to ask me questions or offer
any opinions unless I ask.   You keep
silent unless spoken to, understand?”
    Kennedy stammered her agreement to his
rules.   “Of course, whatever you
want,” she said, once again the clumsy girl who could do no right.
    “Good,” Easton said, his expression
unchanged.   “You can go to bed now,”
he said, his eyes unforgiving and cold.   “Don’t come out again until I wake you up tomorrow morning.”
    He turned and walked away from her once
more.
    She had half a mind to scream at him, to
call him a coward and a fool and a horrible person.   The other part of her just wanted to
sink to the floor and bury her face in her hands, sobbing.
    But Kennedy did neither.   Instead, she opened the door, went into
the guestroom and shut the door behind her.
    She did as Easton had commanded.

 
    ***

 
    Kennedy would have thought that sleep
would be difficult.
    After all, her life was in shambles.   She’d been fired, her sister hated her,
a mob boss had sent his men to abduct her, and the man she was seeing was
driving her insane with his mood swings.
    But despite all of her misgivings, all of
her worries and fears, Kennedy climbed into bed in the guestroom and was almost
instantly asleep.
    She slept deeply, and it was only with
great difficulty that she was awakened from her gratefully unconscious state.
    When Kennedy opened her eyes again, the
room was dark and Easton was in bed with her.   He was holding her tightly, his body
pressed tightly against her, arms wrapped around her, and his lips were kissing
the back of her neck.
    She stiffened.   “What are you doing?” she whispered,
still trying to get her bearings.
    Easton stopped kissing her neck.   “I couldn’t be away from you,” he said.
    She could tell that he was naked.   As it was, Kennedy was just wearing his
long t-shirt and nothing else, and she could feel his hard shaft pushing
willfully into her buttocks.
    “I don’t understand you, Easton,” she
said, gritting her teeth.
    He continued to kiss her neck and his
hands groped to her breasts, massaging them over her shirt.  
    She felt the heat, and she wanted it, but
she was sick of the rollercoaster ride.   She struggled to move away from her and he finally let her go.
    “What’s the problem?” he said,