35
“Whatdo you mean, one more week?”
I slammed my paint palette and brush on the wooden table and began to pace as my mother threw excuse after excuse about why she and my father couldn’t leave their impromptu trip to Brazil sooner than another six days. It had been nearly two weeks since Gio and I had fallen out. He wasn’t speaking to me, and I was giving him space and time to sort out his feelings and forgive me. I knew all I had to do was apologize and tell him that I didn’t mean what I’d said. That I’d intentionally hurt him and played on his insecurities because I wanted him to go back home where he’d be safer. But it was better this way. He’d move on and forgive me one day.
He always did.
“You’re being hysterical for nothing, mija,” she said, dismissing my concerns. “It’s been two weeks, and things have calmed down, no? Rocco is gone. Anything else, you can handle.”
“That’s not the point,” I gritted out.
“If anything, have him stay with Holly— Listen, I have to go. We’ll be in touch. I love you.” My mother hung up in a hurry before I could respond.
Placing my hand on my hips, I stared at my phone’s black screen, contemplating her words. Maybe she was right, and I was just overthinking. What’s another week? Holly had her own thing going on.
Since Rocco’s death, she’d been quiet and somewhat secluded herself. In the days that followed, I was reminded of her feelings for him. She tried to remain strong in front of me, unwilling to diminish the pain and trauma I’d gone through at his hands.
A light knock at the door saw me lift my head, and a smile instantly formed on my face at the sight of a shirtless Kai stepping through the threshold with a lunch tray in hand.
I wasn’t a stranger to the leering eyes and words of men, but from Kai, the way he took me in, gaze sweeping over me from head to toe, eyes darkened—with no panties as a barrier, I felt the slickness of my arousal between my thighs.
He crept closer, and set down the food and pounced, sliding his arms down my ass and lifting me onto his waist.
“You spoil me, Cain. Lunch on the go. Are you planning a picnic?”
Pressing slow kisses to my jaw, he worked his way down my throat. “You wait for me, looking like that, and somehow you think there’s anything else on my mind besides me touching you…” I tipped my head back as his tongue swept back up and over my chin. “Tasting you.” His fingers tangled into my hair close to the scalp, just enough to sting so damn good. “Fuck you and make you mine.”
There existed a special sense of peace when I painted, wearing nothing but skin and creativity. My staff and family already knew never to enter my studio while I was at work. Kai was obviously the exception, and the reason I kept the doors unlocked these days.
“Did you come to eat or watch me work?”
He chuckled darkly over my lips. “I came to fucking eat.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” I whispered, squeezing my legs tighter around his waist.
He kissed me and set me on the table, but his expression suddenly shifted, and I was perplexed.
“But first, tell me what’s going on with your parents and Gio that’s got you throwing things around,” he said, eyeing the palette and brush on the floor by his feet.
I groaned and laid back on the table, giving him an eyeful of my wet pussy in the hopes he’d shut up and fuck me.
My eyes were closed when I heard him sigh and felt his hand squeeze my thigh, and I knew I wasn’t making things easy.
Good.
“So what’s another few days? He’s fine. We’re fine.”
“Kai, remember what I told you once? You don’t get wealthy from blood money without making enemies…or friends who become enemies because they covet what you have. You and I are one thing, but I won’t chance my brother and what’s left of who he was before this trip.”
“Amalia,” he said sternly, tone serious, as he pulled me back into a sitting position. “He’s already killed a man. That first time changes something in all of us. You can’t just send him away, not without clearing the air.” He scooted me forward by the back of my knees. “Think about it. In the meantime…”
Goosebumps rippled across my skin when his lips grazed below my navel and journeyed between my thighs. He pressed a kiss to my pussy. “You’ve been in here for hours. I miss you, mi reina.” When Kai’s tongue split me open, I leaned on my elbows and let my head fall back as waves of sweet pleasure swept through my body. It was exactly what I needed.
“Yes,” I moaned softly, closing my eyes and slowly lying flat while he continued feasting. My fingers were in his hair, tugging and smoothing as I called out his name. Kai knew exactly what to do, how long and where I needed him as if he’d memorized every whimper, how fast and slow I rode his face, and how hard or soft I gripped his hair depending on where I craved him most.
No sex clause.
I almost laughed out loud at the errant thought, how ridiculous I’d acted, and what I would have missed out on had I passed up on this man and his skilled tongue.
My thighs clamped closed around his head as I reached my climax. But he pushed them open, burying his face deeper, fingers digging into my skin as I fought to wriggle free.
Kai glanced up, his lips and chin glistening with my cum, and he grinned with malice. “My wife forgets that I own this sweet pussy, and that I decide when I’m done.”
“Fuck…Kai,” I groaned, punching the table as he suctioned my sensitive clit and had me stuttering. “Just wait.” I panted through every stroke and thrust of his tongue.
We played this game of delicious torture every chance we got, and while I felt I would disintegrate or combust from another brush of pleasure, I loved every goddamn second.
“No…no…I can’t,” I whined. Scooting up the table, he followed mercilessly until I cried out his name and arched off the wood, coming so fucking hard I thought I would pass out.
My head hung off the edge on the opposite side, but I didn’t have the strength to move. I wasn’t even sure the rest of my body was still attached. I was floating.
Kai gently dragged me down and rested his head over my trembling belly. He was quiet for longer than usual. And I was eager to return the favor, but he seemed pensive, lost inside his head.
“Kai, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
He looked up at me then and laughed. “How original.”
“I thought so.”
He quieted a second time, and used his forefinger to trace tender circles on my skin. Again, his blue eyes were fixed on whatever it was he was seeing inside his thoughts.
“You know,” he finally said, “I never understood the way my brother looks at his wife. Like he sees the whole world in this one person.” Kai stood up and held my face. His eyes were so intense that I felt him in my soul. “Until you.”
I thought I felt my heart stop then thunder back to life. “And what do you see when you look at me?”
He leaned in and kissed me gently before reaching over and dipping his finger in the blue paint from my palette. With a blissful smile and a million words left unspoken, he drew a heart just below my belly button. “What do I see when I look at you? Everything.”
“Everything…” I whispered back, my hand now over the blue heart.
“All of it.”
I arched up and kissed him. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
Reaching for the paint, I asked, “Is this mine?” As I drew a heart on his chest.
“Fuck, it’s yours. All yours.” It was as if we couldn’t kiss each other deep enough to convey everything we were feeling.
It was desperate, turbulent—beautiful.
I clawed at his belt, craving to be full and utterly drunk with this man. His pants hit the floor, and he stepped out of them and tugged me off the table until my legs circled his waist. We stumbled into the easel, then back again against the table, knocking over the palette before accidentally stepping on it and slipping. Crumpling to the floor in fits of laughter, I trailed my hand through every color. Kai’s eyes widened when he saw my intentions.
“You wouldn’t.”
He’d barely finished his sentence when I smeared more paint on his chest and shoulders. “Oh, yes, I would,” I whispered in his ear, grinding my pussy against his thigh.
“Can I ask you something?” Kai dipped his hand in the paint and brought it to my chest, but before he could say another word, I adjusted myself, his cock at my entrance, and let my body fall, closing my eyes as he stretched me so damn good.
“You have it, Kai. It’s yours,” I murmured, my hand over his where it was pressed to my chest. “I’m yours.”
He slammed his mouth so fiercely into mine it was nearly painful, but the unrivaled pleasure buzzing through my body only amplified every sensation in the best way.
“I’m keeping you,” he whispered, taking one of my bouncing nipples between his teeth. I hissed at the pain and arched forward when he took those long pulls that made my toes curl.
“I know,” I replied in short, breathy pants as I held his shoulders and rode him.
The paint made our bodies slick and messier the harder we fucked and rolled around the floor. I couldn’t remember if it was the non-toxic stuff, but I licked him regardless, and he did the same.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said when he flipped me over and drove into me from behind as his painted hands smoothed over my ass. I clawed at the floor while on my hands and knees, trying to keep upright but failing miserably with each one of his frenzied thrusts. My hands were too slippery, and my upper body collapsed. “I wish you could see how gorgeous you look while I fuck you.” He squeezed my hip and slammed into me with more force, jutting me forward. “And how perfectly your tight little pussy swallows my cock.”
As if realizing there was a mirror across the way from us, he fisted my hair and tugged me back on all fours. “Look at yourself, baby. You were made to be mine.”
Our eyes found each other in the reflection, and he flashed me a wicked grin, slowing his movements. He was lucky I really fucking liked him, or else I might have been inclined to stab him with the business end of a paintbrush.
“Kai, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to—”
Releasing my hair, he reached around to stroke my clit until my thighs felt weak.
“Beg…”
“Kai, please. Don’t make me kill you.”
He chuckled and drove back inside me until neither of us could speak. I clenched around his cock and broke with a soft cry. Kai followed soon after, his grip on my flesh painful as he spent every drop.