mother, she could not cope alone. She had wanted a child for years and now she had one…She loathed it.”
Lindsey listened closely.
“She said I was the Devil’s child,” Kyle told her, his voice barely audible. “She blamed the death of my father on my existence and eventually she hated me so much Lindsey, she just blocked me out completely.”
Lindsey swallowed heavily, finding it hard not to feel sympathy for Kyle. Her thoughts had turned from her own self-pity to him and in her mind she was almost trying to justify Kyle’s actions. He had wanted someone to love and therefore took her, not knowing any better. But no, Lindsey told herself firmly, this was no excuse for what Kyle had done. She could not let him weaken her defences, even if Kyle was telling her the truth.
“I was alone most of the time,” Kyle went on calmly. “Eventually I found some friends I could depend on.”
“And then you came along,” Kyle said with a smile. “And everything changed from there on.”
Lindsey stared into Kyle’s eyes, watching as they burned brightly now. He had locked up the bad memories once more.
His grip tightened around Lindsey, surprising her.
“It won’t be like that for us, Lindsey,” he promised her firmly. “We’ll have love and money. We’ll have everything.”
Lindsey bit down on her lip, but said nothing.
“I love you Lindsey,” Kyle smiled. “You are my light.”
Lindsey closed her eyes, pained again by Kyle’s confession. She let herself fall back into her thoughts, which were chaotic and twisted. She kept thinking about Kyle’s bad childhood and then her mind would wander to what they had just done together. All of her thoughts were then interrupted with the idea that she would never leave Kyle. It was clear he had no intentio n of letting her go. In his own twisted way he loved her, and now they had made love their forged bond was stronger than ever before.
“Goodnight, Lindsey,” she heard Kyle murmur as he turned out the bedside light. “Dream well.”
Lindsey was silent.
Chapter Ten
Soft music woke Lin dsey from her light sleep. Feeling refreshed, she slowly rose from the covers, only realising then she was not in her own bed. She knew she would never get used to waking in Kyle’s home.
Sighing, she looked to the space beside her, seeing that Kyle was not there. Lindsey frowned lightly, biting down on her pink bottom lip as her bare body reminded her of last night’s events. Her skin began to tingle as her own urgent cries of delight echoed in her mind, reminding her of how she yielded to him, surrendering her defences completely.
Kyle had not taken her body; Lindsey had given it to him.
Thereupon Lindsey felt a tinge of regret in her belly, making her stomach tighten and clench. But how could she resist Kyle? He knew how to lure her, charm her; he had seduced her like the inexperienced virgin she was and promised her pleasure like never before. And Kyle had delivered.
Lindsey’s toes curled as she recalled the wave of ecstasy and how it overwhelmed her every sense, slowly building up pressure, driving her insane, until it was released. Yes, Kyle had played her like an instrument. He had taken from her exactly what he had set out to have.
Once she was dressed and her long, dark locks were brushed, she headed down stairs, keeping her footsteps soft and silent as she reached the hallway. The front door beckoned her, the light shining through it s window. Lindsey’s fingers graced down the cool glass, tracing the lines. She sighed lightly, moving her hand onto the handle of the door. With little hope she tried it, only to find that it was locked as always.
Following the music, Lindsey found herself in the living room, where Kyle was sat at the piano busy playing another melody. He glanced up at her and continued to play with a bright smile upon his face.
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