Chapter 46
Mari
I wish Bill’s newfound enthusiasm for the fight matched his walking pace. His hotel room is about ten steps away from the elevator and he’s shuffling and stopping as he tells me and Kas a fable about being headstrong in the face of adversity—we should’ve never ordered him wine.
“So, that’s why I always tell you youngsters that if you don’t push yourself, something out of your control will. Sometimes, it’ll be your partner,” Bill says, digging around in his suit jacket for his room key.
I force a laugh. Kas starts making his way to his room, and my eyes flare in warning at him abandoning me with a very drunk and philosophical Bill.
“Could be your wife or your fella,” Bill rambles on, jerking his bald head in the direction of Kas. “D’ya know what I mean?” He taps his key card on his door handle and enters his room.
“Uh-huh,” I say.
Kas’s stoic expression shifts into a complacent grin.
Bill watches Kas with a prideful gaze. “Night, you lovebirds.”
“Night, coach,” Kas responds.
When the door clicks shut, I rotate to face Kas and point my thumb over my shoulder as I stalk toward him. “Weird,” I say.
His eyes fuse to my dress and I slow my heeled steps like he might devour me if I get any closer. I take the opportunity to watch him with equal admiration. I don’t know what’s better: Kas in a tailored suit or his birthday suit.
My cheeks charge with blood and my lips twitch with the need to taste Kas. His lower lip glistens with moisture from a recent lick and the surface turns matte under the hotel’s air conditioning.
We enter my hotel room, and I throw my purse onto my bed, uncaring of everything inside spilling onto the taut sheets. I surge at Kas with so much force that our teeth clash when we kiss. Kas clamps his hand on my waist and moans viciously into my mouth. Our tongues spar and already, I want more than just a kiss.
“Jump,” Kas whispers against my lips.
I do as he says, and he wraps my thighs around his waist. He steps forward with me attached to him and lowers us to the bed. The weight of my body forms a divot on the bed. Two phones and some stray makeup products that have escaped from my purse fall against my side.
Kas’s rough fingers slide under my dress and tinker along the underwear at my hip. He skims the elastic hem as if considering whether he should rip them off, gently remove them, or not touch them at all.
“All for me,” he whispers.
His palm emits a heat that spreads to my clit when he cups over the top of my panties. He presses into me and the sensation forces my shoulders to arch into the bed. I’m compliant against his touch, rendered weak by his open-mouthed kisses down the length of my neck. Kas’s breath skates up and across my face as he drags my underwear low enough to have full access to my pussy.
“Gentle,” I warn.
He inserts one finger and then a second.
Kas looms over me. His hair casts a shadow over eyes darkened by his blown pupils. His left hand presses into the mattress beside my head, and his knee at my side.
Never mind. I don’t want him to be gentle anymore. I circle my hips and dig the back of my head into the bed.
“You told me to be gentle,” he teases. “If you want my fingers deeper, just ask.”
My dress is up to my waist and my underwear is yet to be completely removed, lingering just above my knees. I roll my hips, unable to meet Kas’s playful gaze.
“Oh,” I breathe when he extracts his fingers from me and mindlessly places them into his mouth.
I kick off my panties and start removing my dress.
Kas uses his other hand to loosen his tie and keeps a firm gaze on me. “Keep it on, and your heels.”
There’s an intense vibration against my side and it takes me a second to realize it’s not my body throbbing with arousal, but one of my phones.
With his fingers still against his lip, Kas takes the phone with furrowed brows and passes it to me—it’s an unknown number. I answer in case it’s Auntie’s doctor.
“Mari.” My name blares from the phone speakers with a voice I never wanted to hear again.
I hang up straight away and drop the phone onto the bed. “Isaac,” I say.
Kas makes quick work of undressing himself, his actions rough and jolted with sudden impatience. His face remains determined if not slightly angry with his narrowed eyes and grinding teeth.
He walks to the end of the bed and lightly fists his cock with his hand. “I can get him to fuck off,” Kas says.
I raise my brow. “And how would you do that?” I challenge, languidly dragging my arms up and across the duvet until they rest on the pillows above my head.
I push Isaac to the back of my thoughts, ensuring Kas stays front and center as usual.
My phone vibrates again, and Kas jerks his brunet head in its direction. “Answer.”
I lift my head. “Sorry?”
“Answer him.”
Kas kneels at the foot of the bed and, with a hand on each of my calves, drags me to him. He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, and I sigh softly when his calloused palms scrape up the inside of my thighs.
The heat from his hand is soon replaced by his tongue and he sucks hard against my clit, pacifying the sudden jolt of pleasure with the flat of his tongue.
“Holy shit,” I say breathlessly.
“Answer the fucking call,” Kas mumbles against my pussy in a voice so deep, I startle at the vibration of it.
My hand smacks the sheets to locate the phone, and I manage to accept the call through my daze. I drop the phone and instinctively fist Kas’s thick mop of hair with both hands when he laps at me .
“Mari?” Isaac’s voice echoes through the speaker.
I’m unable to voice a response through my hitched breath. Kas prompts me to answer with a light nip at my folds.
“Hi,” I grit.
A silent scream falls out of my mouth when Kas latches onto my clit again. A small feeling of revulsion passes through me and disappears when pleasure winds itself around my limbs and clings to my skin. I slap my hand across my mouth, biting the flesh of my palm so I don’t scream the roof off the hotel.
“You fucked up. You’ve embarrassed me, you’re fucking someone you work for. As if tossing your shit didn’t do anything!” Isaac shouts.
“Okay,” I whisper between my fingers.
Kas pauses and looks up from between my legs. His eyes narrow when he spots the hand over my mouth. He rips it away from my lips with a tug on my arm.
“I don’t think so,” he whispers, rising a little from his crouched position to kiss the teeth mark I’ve left on my palm. “I want to hear every scream, moan, mewl.” His words are absorbed by my hand where his lips are still pressed against the skin. “I want you loud.”
Two fingers from his left hand slide inside of me and my lower half lifts from the bed. His palm hits my clit with each pump.
Isaac continues shouting down the line, too busy listening to his own words to even consider what’s going on at the other end.
The rhythm of Kas’s fingers force my teeth to clamp my lower lip against my bottom teeth and a loud sob escapes me. Kas smirks as he lowers his face back between my legs.
“Are you crying?” Isaac asks. “I hope you’re fucking crying. To move on and end up with someone who is nothing compared to me? I treated you like a queen.”
I sob again when Kas’s mouth hits a spot on the side of my clit, sucking it between flicks of his tongue. It’s like his entire goal is to undo me until I’m wailing with pleasure—like he wants me to break apart loud enough for my ex to hear.
Kas suckles and listens to my body, familiarizing himself with every roll of my hips and tensing of my muscles to pinpoint the exact ways he can make me shake around his head.
“You fucked up by taking that job and getting with Kacper. He’ll never treat you as well as I did, he’ll throw you away like trash!” Isaac’s words ricochet off me like bullets against steel. Each of his biting statements are soothed by Kas’s mouth. “It’s a shame nothing came from the Tren bottles I tossed into his bag. Seemed like a good idea at the time, believable too.”
I suck in a ragged breath. The steroids were Isaac’s?
Kas’s fingers press firmly into my thighs at Isaac’s words. He emerges from between my legs and wipes at his lips with the back of his hand. Kas is an image of fury, just like that night when I went to watch him at his bare-knuckle event. Instead of blood caked on his face, it’s evidence of my arousal. He aligns his cock between my legs and nudges gently against my opening.
“Got nothing to say, Mari?” Isaac croons.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
Kas pushes inside of me to the hilt and another moan rolls out of my mouth and crescendos into a weighty breath.
“Mari, are you fucking someone?”
At Isaac’s words, Kas lifts my calves to his shoulders and uses my legs to drive himself into me at a deeper, more punishing angle. I buck against Kas, panting when his next thrust shoots a burning heat through me. The slapping flesh is too loud to go unnoticed over a phone call.
“Mari? If you’re fucking someone, we’re done.”
He’s not hanging up. God, why isn’t Isaac hanging up?
“Oh my god,” I say through a shaky exhale.
Kas seizes my wrists together with one hand and leans closer to where my head is. He nestles his chin in the nook of my neck between my ear and shoulder—just above where the phone sits.
“Who are you fucking, Mari?” Kas demands.
My knees are almost to my ears and my eyes bulge at his question. Kas covers the O shape of my mouth with his lips and smiles down at me when he pulls away.
“Mari, you will never hear from me again!” Isaac’s words are almost inaudible through my moans.
“Kas,” I say, barely above a whisper.
“Mari!” Isaac shouts. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
A meek smile paints across my lips, and I focus my sights on Kas.
“What’s my name?” Kas says, his eyes unwavering from my own.
“Kacper Paj?k.” I punctuate his name with a fierce moan.
“Don’t contact her again,” Kas says.
He releases my wrists to end the call, I think. I don’t care if he does or not because he’s pummeling into me again. Kas fucks me until my back goes taut and his sweat trickles onto me and merges with my own. I yank the pillow from behind my head and press it against my face to muffle my screams.
My spine feels like it’s seconds from snapping, and my toes curl with enough force that I doubt anything will pry them away from the soles of my feet. Kas rips the pillow from my face and hurls it to the side, knocking over the lamp on the bedside table.
“That’s it, S?oneczko, louder.” He’s incoherent and half of what he slurs is in a language I have yet to understand. “You’re close,” Kas says. “You’re so fucking close. God, I can feel it.”
Kas rarely loses control—it’s the brand I maintain for him online. Behind closed doors, he’s deranged. A gigantic mass of muscle that moans and whimpers when I do so much as touch him.
Kas sneaks his hand between us to tease my clit and strokes it until I’m quivering around him. I just need something, anything to take me soaring. His pubic bone nudges against my clit and the slow, pleasurable coiling in my gut travels up my throat and out of my mouth in a deafening scream. My teeth snap together, and Kas has to pin my hips to the bed to stop me from ruining my orgasm.
“That’s it, keep it going,” Kas murmurs, his voice wavering with the force of his thrusts.
Kas’s moan prompts my eyes to open. His hair is a fluffy mass and his lips are parted and rosy, just like his cheeks.
“It feels too good,” I breathe.
“I know, S?oneczko, I know,” he coos. Kas forces me deeper into the mattress until he’s almost drawing a second orgasm from me. “Get on top,” he hisses and then moans again when I clench around him at his command.
We change positions and I take his still-hard cock and line it up beneath me, sheathing him in one go.
“Fuck, Mari . . . holy shit.”
Kas’s eyes are adhered shut and his mouth is slightly parted.
He yanks me down so my breasts are pressed against his front, and he encases his arms around me. Kas thrusts into me in a rhythm just as unsparing as before. We’re nose to nose, breath to breath, and now teeth to teeth.
I sit up straight to try and meet his thrusts with my own, quickly becoming unbalanced. My hand accidentally grasps the front of his neck for stability and Kas emits a prolonged groan.
“Fuck, sorry,” I say.
I retract my hand, and he takes my wrist so I’m bracketing his neck again. I narrow my gaze and tighten my hold on his throat. His mouth widens just that little bit more with a strained grunt.
He raises his hand between us and curls his fingers. “Come here,” he commands.
I lean forward to kiss him, angling myself so he’s halfway inside of me. It gives him enough room to thrust upward into me again.
My hand barely spans the girth of Kas’s thick neck, but I try my best to maintain a firm grip in the face of his violent thrusts. I chase the building pressure within me until an orgasm wrecks me for the second time. My sudden inability to loosen my jaw mutes my scream and compresses it into the depths of my throat.
I bear down, keeping him firmly planted inside of me. I squeeze his throat and clench my pussy around him.
“Oh fuc—” Kas’s voice breaks off into a ragged moan.
His head tips back and the sinewy muscles lining his neck become taut as he releases into me. Kas’s hips eventually stop moving and he palms the back of my head. I kiss just above his collarbone as he caresses the curls at the base of my neck.
We relish in the feel of each other, and the silence encourages thoughts I had pushed back to prioritize pleasure.
I just fucked Kas while on the phone with my ex.
“What’s my name?” I whisper.
I sit up on Kas, keeping him lodged inside of me so he doesn’t spill all over the sheets.
He winces. “I’m sensitive,” he warns, the corner of his lip curling.
“What’s my name?” My voice is louder this time, and I peer down at him with my mouth agape.
“That was good, right?” He looks so satisfied with himself, proud even. I snatch a pillow that’s ended up at the foot of the bed and whack Kas with it. “Hey! What the fuck?” Kas laughs; it’s a husky chuckle that shakes his torso.
“I swear fighting has knocked the sense out of you.”
I’m laughing too, flopping forward onto Kas. His cock twitches inside of me and I grunt at the weird feeling.
His mouth draws into a wide smile, his teeth on full display. “You love my lack of sense,” he says.
“I’ve never known someone to be so smart and have such a deranged decision-making process.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Of course he’ll take it as a compliment. I could call him every derogatory name under the sun, insult him within an inch of my life, and he’d still beam with pride because those words would come from my mouth.
He’s obsessed with me, just like I am with him.
Completely and utterly obsessed.