Chapter 13 #3
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward slightly. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I smiled, a slow, wicked thing. “Maybe.”
His eyes darkened, his hand tightening in my hair. “Careful.” His voice was a warning, but his cock pulsed in my grip, betraying him. “I like it when you play dirty.”
I stroked him, my fingers barely able to wrap around his girth, my thumb swirling over the sensitive underside of his crown. His breath hitched, his free hand gripping my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“You’re going to make me come like this,” he growled, his voice rough. “And then I’m going to fuck that pretty little legs of yours until you can’t walk.”
A shiver ran through me, my pussy clenching at his words. I stroked him faster, my hand slick with his pre-cum, my thumb pressing against the vein that throbbed along the underside of his cock.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips rocking into my grip. “Just like that. Fuck—”
His cock twitched, the head swelling, and then he was coming, his cum spilling over my fingers, hot and thick. I kept stroking, milking every last drop from him, my pussy throbbing with need.
“Enough,” he growled, pulling my hand away. He brought my fingers to his lips, his tongue dragging over them, cleaning me. The sight of it—his mouth on my skin, his dark eyes locked on mine—made my breath catch.
Then he was pushing me onto my back, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my entrance.
He groaned, his cock sliding inside me in one smooth thrust. I cried out, my body stretching around him, my pussy already sensitive from before. He didn’t move at first, just stayed there, buried deep, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath mingling with mine.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his hips rolling slightly, grinding against me. “So tight. So wet.”
I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. He pulled back slowly, then thrust back in, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch of me. I could feel his cum inside me, mixing with my juices, making me slick, making it easier for him to fuck me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth nipping at my collarbone. “You like feeling me inside you. Feeling my cum dripping out of you.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. “God, yes.”
His chuckle was dark, satisfied. “Dirty girl.”
He kissed me then, his tongue invading my mouth as his cock invaded my pussy, his thrusts slow and deep, each one dragging a moan from me. His hands were everywhere—cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down to grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me harder.
I screamed as I came, my body clenching around him, my juices coating his cock as he fucked me through it, his own release tearing from him with a groan.
He spilled inside me again, his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum, his body shuddering above mine. I could feel it dripping out of me, running down my thighs, marking me. Claiming me.
He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, his cock still buried inside me. His lips found mine, his kiss slow and deep, his tongue tangling with mine.
The night stretched on, a blur of skin and sweat and whispered promises.
Kai’s hands were relentless, his mouth even more so.
He worshipped my body like it was something sacred, his lips trailing over every inch of me, his tongue tasting, his teeth marking.
He fucked me slow and deep, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch of me, his thrusts measured, deliberate.
Then he fucked me hard and fast, his hips snapping against mine, his cock pounding into me, each thrust deeper than the last.
He took me on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his ass as he fucked me.
He took me on my stomach, my ass in the air, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me.
He took me on my knees, my hands braced against the headboard, his cock sliding into me from behind, his thrusts deep and relentless.
Each time, he made me come. Each time, he filled me with his cum, marking me, claiming me. Each time, he whispered the same words against my skin:
“You’re mine.”
And each time, I believed him.
Dawn was creeping in through the curtains by the time we finally collapsed, boneless and spent. Kai’s arms were around me, his body curled around mine, his cock still half-hard inside me. I could feel his cum dripping out of me, running down my thighs, marking the sheets beneath us.
I should have been exhausted. I was exhausted.
But I’d never felt so alive.
His lips brushed my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin. “You’re still here,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
I turned in his arms, my fingers tracing the lines of his chest, the faint scars, the dark trail of hair that led down to his cock. “I’m still here.”
His dark eyes locked on mine, his hand cupping my cheek. “Good.”
He kissed me then, slow and deep, his tongue tangling with mine. His cock twitched inside me, beginning to harden again.
I stopped thinking entirely.
There was only sensation. Only him. Only this moment where nothing else existed.
Morning came too soon. I ached everywhere. Delicious soreness that reminded me of exactly what we'd done. Multiple times. In multiple ways.
Kai was watching me. Had probably been watching me for a while. The intensity in his gaze made my breath catch.
"I love you."
I froze. He'd said it before, in the garden. But this was different. This was sober. Serious. Morning-light honest.
"You can't. This is just... it's just sex and circumstance. We're trapped in an impossible situation and our feelings are confused because of it."
The words tumbled out stuttered and uncertain. My face felt hot. My thoughts scattered.
What was I supposed to say to that? How was I supposed to respond when my entire world had just tilted sideways?
"It's not just anything." His voice was firm. Certain. "You're everything, Aria. I love you. And I'm going to keep you. No matter what it takes."
"Kai, you don't understand what you're saying. Love is..."
I didn't get to finish.
Pounding on the door made us both freeze.
"Kai! Luca is looking for you. He's coming down this hallway right now. You've got maybe thirty seconds."
Marco's voice. Urgent. Warning.
Panic flooded through me. I scrambled out of bed, searching frantically for my nightgown.
Kai was faster. He grabbed it, helped me into it, his hands steady while mine shook.
"Bathroom. There's a door that connects to the guest room next door. Go. Now."
He pulled me against him one more time. His mouth found mine in a brief, searing contact that promised this wasn't over.
Then he pushed me toward the bathroom.
I ran. Found the connecting door. Slipped through into an empty guest room just as I heard Luca's voice in the hallway.
My heart hammered so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.
I made it back to my own room somehow. Collapsed on my bed, shaking.
Kai loved me.
He'd said it. Meant it. I could see the truth of it in his eyes. And I thought... God, I thought I loved him too.
Which was the most terrifying realization of my life.
Because loving him meant accepting all of him. The protector and the killer. The man who held me and the man who pulled triggers without hesitation.
Could I do that? Could I love a monster?
Or maybe the real question was: could I stop?