75. Kai
Chapter 75
Kai
I don’t want to be here, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I don’t want to look, but I have to. Haven shivers as Bastian kisses her, as he positions his cock, ready to fuck her.
But that same rage from earlier rushes through me and flattens every last wall, barrier, and resistance I have.
Like a fucking hurricane.
As Bastian forces the first inch of his cock into Haven’s pussy, I’m right there to rip it out again. She gasps, tearing her lips away from Bastian’s when I grab her hair, when I make her look at me, into my eyes as I grab my cock and slide it through her dripping wet slit.
My eyes flash to Bastian’s. “Mine,” I growl.
He tips his head back, laughing, a wild light in his eyes. “Fucking finally,” he mutters, releasing Haven’s wrists. He slides his hands down her hips, between her thighs, and forms a triangle over her pussy. “All yours, boy,” he croons, smiling like Satan himself.
Haven’s back arches as I nudge her entrance, and I have to fight to breathe. My chest closing up. My body tensing.
“I want this,” she whispers. “Please, Kai.” I look up, locking my eyes with her big blue ones. “Fuck me.”
I bite my bottom lip, letting it slide out between my teeth as I push against her.
Then into her.
She shudders, and Bastian groans as if he can feel everything she can.
“Deeper,” he rasps.
And I force myself in another inch. And Haven gasps. And Bastian lets out this dark, satisfied chuckle.
“Deeper.”
But Haven’s shivering, and there’s pain in her eyes, but I can’t stop either, because fuck, she’s so tight around me I can barely move and yet all I want to do is start thrusting.
So I do.
I can’t fucking help it.
First she gasps, and then she mewls. And then she’s panting right alongside me as I lay my body on hers, on Bastian, as I grab her hair and force her neck taut so I can rain kisses on her throat as I thrust in and out of her pussy.
I smell the blood. I smell our sweat. I smell arousal and fear and something fiendish, like madness.
Or hell.
And then Bastian’s hands slide over my ass, and he’s forcing me to go harder. To fuck her mercilessly, even though I know it hurts, even though she’s begging me to slow down, yelling in pain.
Because, fuck, maybe now she’ll know what it felt like all these years.
How much I’ve bled for her.
How much I’ve hurt.
And when her cries become too much, and I want to stop, Bastian grabs my hair and drags my head down for a kiss that just spurs me on even more.
I bite him when I come. When I think I come.
I don’t even know what my body’s doing anymore. It feels like an orgasm, because I’ve given myself an unhealthy amount over the past few years.
But I don’t come. There’s nothing left in Haven but blood and her own creamy lube when I stop, buried inside her.
And she’s crying, so I kiss her, and she licks Bastian’s blood off my mouth like she’s trying to replace every drop I tore out of her.