The next few days were a complete blur for Diana, because she spent every waking second wondering when Keith was going to find another excuse to get her alone. Every time she saw him in the hallway or caught a glimpse of him talking to Leo in the living room, she felt that same heavy pull in her gut, and her skin practically itched for him to touch her again. She tried to act normal, keeping her head down and playing the part of the quiet sister, but it was getting harder and harder to hide the way her breath hitched whenever he walked into the room. She could tell he knew exactly what he was doing to her, and the way he looked at her—like he was just waiting for her to break—made her feel both terrified and completely electrified.
Leo was still preoccupied with the car, spending most of his time in the garage and leaving Diana and Keith in a state of constant, simmering tension. They didn't talk much when Leo was around, but the silence was loud, filled with the memory of the dining room table and the way Keith had claimed her. Diana found herself dressing differently, choosing thinner fabrics and shorter skirts, hoping he would notice and hoping he would do something about it. She was acting like a brat, and she knew it, but the thrill of the secret was becoming an addiction that she didn't want to quit.
One afternoon, while Leo was out running errands to get more parts for the engine, Diana was in the kitchen making a pitcher of iced tea. She was humming to herself, feeling relatively relaxed, until she felt a presence behind her that made the hair on her arms stand up. She didn't even have to turn around to know it was Keith, because the air always seemed to get thicker and hotter whenever he got close. He didn't say anything at first, just stepped up behind her and pressed his chest against her back, his arms reaching around to grip the edge of the counter, effectively trapping her between the granite and his body.
"You've been avoiding me, Diana," Keith murmured, his voice low and rough right against her ear. "Or maybe you're just trying to see how long it takes before I lose my patience and take you again."
Diana leaned back into him, her hips brushing against his hardness, and she let out a soft sigh. "I haven't been avoiding you, Keith. I've just been trying to be a good girl, since you seem to enjoy the chase so much."
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her spine, and he shifted his grip, sliding one hand from the counter to her waist and pulling her firmly against him. "I don't want you to be a good girl. I want you to be exactly what you were on that table. I want you desperate and shaking and begging me to fill you up."
He didn't wait for her to answer before he turned her around in his arms, his movements quick and decisive. He hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter, pushing the pitcher of tea aside with a clatter, and stepped between her legs, forcing them wide open. Diana wrapped her legs around his waist immediately, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer. She was already wet, the mere sound of his voice making her core throb with a need that felt almost painful.
"I've been thinking about you all day," Diana whispered, her eyes searching his. "I couldn't even focus on anything because I kept remembering how you felt inside me."
Keith's eyes darkened, and he grabbed the hem of her dress, sliding it up and over her hips until it was bunched up around her waist. He didn't bother with her panties, instead just hooking his fingers into the lace and pulling them to the side, exposing her dripping heat to the cool air of the kitchen. He stared at her for a moment, his gaze intense and possessive, before he leaned down and buried his face between her thighs.
Diana let out a loud, sharp gasp, her head hitting the backsplash of the counter as he pressed his tongue against her clit. He didn't start slow; he used a firm, rhythmic licking motion that sent a jolt of electricity straight to her brain. She began to moan, her hips bucking instinctively as she tried to push herself closer to his mouth. He was relentless, using his tongue to swirl around her sensitive peak before sucking it deep into his mouth, creating a vacuum that made Diana scream.
"Oh god, Keith! Right there, please don't stop!" she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him tighter against her.
He ignored her pleas for a moment, instead sliding two fingers deep inside her while he continued to suck on her clit. The combination of the internal pressure and the external stimulation was too much, and Diana felt her walls clamping down on him in tight, desperate pulses. He could feel her peaking, and he accelerated his pace, his fingers curling and hooking inside her, hitting that one spot that made her entire body go rigid.
"You're so tight for me, Diana," Keith mumbled against her skin, his voice muffled but clear. "You're practically shaking. Tell me who you belong to."
"I'm yours! I'm yours, Keith!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as the first wave of her orgasm hit her.
As she climaxed, her body reacted violently, and a sudden, hot gush of fluid erupted from her, soaking his hand and splashing onto the counter. She was squirting, her body releasing everything in a powerful, uncontrolled surge that left her gasping for air. Keith didn't pull away; he stayed right there, feeling every single contraction of her muscles, his fingers still buried deep inside her as he drank in the sound of her surrender.
Diana slumped against him, her chest heaving, her mind a complete blank. She felt completely drained and utterly satisfied, the tension that had been building for days finally snapping. But Keith wasn't finished. He pulled back, looking up at her with a smirk that told her he was just getting started. He stood up, stripping off his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, revealing a thick, pulsing erection that made Diana's mouth go dry.
"Now it's my turn," he said, his voice sounding like a command.
He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the very edge of the counter, positioning himself perfectly. He didn't use any lubricant, because she was already soaking wet from her release, and he drove himself into her in one long, powerful thrust. Diana screamed, the sensation of him filling her completely sending a new wave of pleasure through her. He was huge, stretching her walls to their limit, and the feeling of him bottoming out inside her made her eyes roll back in her head.
He began to move, his pace fast and aggressive, each thrust hitting her deep and hard. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the kitchen, a raw and carnal rhythm that drowned out everything else. Diana wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs locking behind his back to pull him even deeper. She was sobbing again, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the friction and the way he was claiming her over and over again.
"Look at me, Diana," Keith groaned, his face strained with effort. "I want you to see me while I'm ruining you."
She opened her eyes, seeing the raw hunger and the dark obsession in his gaze, and it only made her want him more. She felt herself building up again, the pleasure stacking on top of the previous orgasm until she felt like she was about to explode. She began to moan his name over and over, her voice a desperate plea for him to finish.
"I'm close, Keith! Please, I'm so close!"
He didn't slow down; instead, he gripped her hips and slammed into her with everything he had, his movements becoming frantic and powerful. He let out a low, guttural growl as he hit his own limit, his body stiffening as he dumped his load deep inside her. Diana felt the heat of him filling her, and the sensation triggered a second, smaller climax that left her shivering in his arms.
They stayed like that for several minutes, their breathing heavy and synchronized, the only sound in the room being the ticking of the clock on the wall. Keith eventually pulled out, the wet sound of his exit making Diana shiver. He didn't move away immediately, instead leaning in to kiss her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, possessive motion.
"You're a little addict, aren't you?" he whispered, pulling back just enough to look at her. "You love this. You love that I can make you lose control like this."
Diana couldn't even argue; she just nodded, her eyes glazed and her lips swollen. "I do. I love it."
Keith smiled, a dark and satisfied expression, and he began to dress himself with a calm efficiency. He looked at her one last time, seeing her sprawled out on the counter, messy and undone. "Clean yourself up, Diana. Leo will be back any minute, and we can't have him finding out that his sister is a little slut for his best friend."
He walked out of the kitchen without another word, leaving Diana alone with the cooling tea and the lingering scent of their passion. She lay there for a while, feeling the drip of him inside her, knowing that she was now completely trapped in his web. She didn't care about the risk or the lies; all she cared about was the way he made her feel, and the terrifying realization that she would do absolutely anything to keep him coming back for more.
