Chapter 30
Bria
The ropes bit into my wrists.
This was my punishment for being too impulsive with Tiffany. Caine had called him again after Tiffany's husband complained about the thirty stitches she needed.
Kael had tied me naked to the headboard of our bed hours ago—arms stretched above my head, ankles spread wide and secured to the posts so I couldn’t close my legs no matter how hard I tried. The silk ropes looked soft, but they weren’t. Every time I shifted, the fibers burned deeper into my skin.
He was naked, too.
He sat in the chair across the room like a king, long legs spread, his thick cock heavy and hard against his stomach.
The sight of him made my mouth water and my empty pussy clench.
Dark skin stretched over hard muscle, broad shoulders, the deep cut of his abs, the thick veins running down his forearms—that heavy, perfect dick, flushed dark at the head and already leaking, which he kept slowly stroking while he watched me.
He looked desperate, starving, but still completely in control.
“Please,” I whispered for what felt like the hundredth time.
He didn’t answer. Just kept staring, his fist working his cock in long, lazy strokes. A thick bead of precum rolled down the head and over his knuckles.
He’d been edging me for so long my thighs were shaking and my pussy was soaked, dripping down onto the sheets.
Every time I got close he stopped—thick fingers curling inside me, tongue dragging slow over my clit, or the fat head of his cock just barely pushing into my cunt—then pulled away and waited until the orgasm died a painful death.
My body was one long, aching pulse. My clit throbbed.
My hole fluttered around nothing. Tears had dried on my cheeks, and my voice was hoarse from begging.
“Kael… I can’t—”
“You can.” His voice was calm, almost gentle. “You’ll take what I give you. And right now, I’m giving you nothing.”
He stood. His cock bobbed heavy and angry between his thighs as he walked over.
He dragged two thick fingers through the mess between my legs, collecting my slick, then pushed them deep into my cunt without warning.
I cried out, hips jerking helplessly against the ropes.
He fucked them into me a few times, slow and deep, then pulled them out glistening and brought them to my mouth.
“Clean them.”
I did. Sucked my own taste off his fingers like a slut, eyes locked on his, tasting how badly I needed him.
He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, the head of his cock dragging wet and hot against my inner thigh. “When I finally let you come, you’re going to thank me for every second I made you wait. Understand?”
“Yes,” I choked out. “Please—Kael, please fuck me. I need your dick. I need to come—”
His phone rang.
I damn near cried. “Ignore it.”
He laughed, low and dark, and glanced at the screen. He answered on speaker anyway.
Indigo’s voice came through, excited but strained. “Kael.”
He straightened, a frown cutting across his face. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Malachai.” A shaky breath. “He’s been shot.”
Kael’s entire body went still. “Did you do it?”
“Why would you ask me that?” she snapped. But she continued before he could answer. “We’re at the teaching hospital on the beach. He’s in surgery. It’s bad.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “Hurry.”
The line went dead.
Kael stared at the phone for half a second. He looked about ready to snap; I knew Malachai was his best friend. Then he looked at me—still tied open, pussy dripping, chest heaving—and something cold and lethal slid into place behind his eyes.
“Get dressed,” he said, already untying the ropes. “We’re leaving. Now.”