Chapter 20 #2
I didn’t get to answer. His mouth left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, his teeth scraping over my pulse point.
I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me as he sucked at the sensitive skin of my neck.
He was marking me. Claiming me. And I didn’t stop him.
I wanted it. Wanted everyone to see, to know, that I belonged to him.
His hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my nipples until they were hard little peaks.
I gasped, my back arching into his touch, and he growled, his mouth closing over one tight bud.
The wet heat of his tongue, the sharp graze of his teeth—it was too much.
My hips jerked, my thighs squeezing together, but there was no relief, not like this.
"Kai—" His name was a plea, a prayer, a demand.
He didn’t let me finish. His hands left my breasts, gripping my wrists instead, pinning them above my head in one fluid motion.
The position stretched me out beneath him, my body on display, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
His dark eyes locked onto mine, black with lust, with ownership, his free hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding me soaked, swollen, ready.
He growled, his fingers teasing my entrance before plunging two inside me without warning.
"Fuck!" The word tore from my throat, my back bowing off the bed as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles, and I was already close, my body coiling tight, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I sobbed, my walls clenching around his fingers, my orgasm crashing over me before I could even prepare for it.
My pussy pulsed, my juices spilling over his hand, soaking the sheets beneath me.
I was still trembling, still riding the waves of pleasure, when he pulled his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth.
His tongue flicked out, tasting me, his eyes never leaving mine.
"So fucking sweet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I’m going to ruin you."
I didn’t have time to respond. He released my wrists, his hands gripping my hips, flipping me onto my stomach before I could even catch my breath. The cool air hit my ass, my skin prickling with anticipation, and then he was behind me, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my entrance.
"You’re mine," he growled, his teeth sinking into the curve of my shoulder. The pain was sharp, bright, but it only made me wetter, my body already begging for more. "Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin. Mine to keep."
"Yes," I hissed, pushing back against him, my nails digging into the sheets. "Yours. Now fuck me."
He didn’t need to be told twice.
In one brutal thrust, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me so completely I saw stars.
My cry was swallowed by the pillow as he gripped my hips, his fingers bruising, and slammed into me.
The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of flesh meeting flesh obscene in the quiet room.
He set a punishing pace, his cock pistoning in and out of me, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust.
"Harder," I begged, my voice muffled against the sheets. "Please, Kai—fuck—"
He growled, his hands sliding up my back, fisting in my hair, yanking my head back so my spine arched, my ass lifting, giving him deeper access. "You want it harder, bambina?" His voice was a dark chuckle, his breath hot against my ear. "You can take it."
And then he gave it to me.
His hips snapped forward, his cock driving into me with a force that stole my breath.
I screamed, my body trembling, my pussy clenching around him, already on the edge again.
His teeth sank into the side of my neck, marking me, owning me, and I came with a sob, my walls milking his cock, my juices dripping down my thighs.
"That’s it," he groaned, his voice rough with effort. "Take my cock like a good girl. Let me feel that tight little legs squeezing me."
I was still coming when he pulled out, his cock glistening with my arousal. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my back, his hands gripping my knees, spreading me wide. His eyes burned as he looked down at me, at the way my pussy was swollen and red, my juices coating my thighs.
"Aria," he rasped, his thumb brushing over my clit, making me jerk. "You are everything to me."
And then he was inside me again, this time slow, deliberate, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch of me. I moaned, my hands flying to his chest, my nails digging into his skin as he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine.
"Kai—" His name was a prayer, a curse, a plea.
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he began to move. This time, it wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t rough. It was deep. Every thrust was measured, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl, my back arching off the bed.
"You feel that?" he murmured against my lips, his voice a dark velvet whisper. "You feel how deep I am, bambina? How perfectly you take me?"
"Yes," I breathed, my hands sliding up his chest, tangling in his hair. "Yes, I feel it. I feel you."
His lips crashed into mine again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hips rolled, grinding against me. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly, my walls fluttering around him.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a growl. "Let me feel you come on my cock."
I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.
My back arched, my nails raking down his back as pleasure crashed over me, my pussy clenching around him, my juices spilling over his cock. He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he followed me over the edge, his cum spilling deep inside me.
For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies tangled together, our skin slick with sweat. His cock was still inside me, softening but not slipping free, and I could feel his cum dripping out of me.
"One more week," he murmured, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my hip. "I’m going to the Council. My father’s crimes, the conspiracy with Vincent Romano—I’m taking it all down."
I propped myself up on my elbow, my brown eyes searching his. "What if they don’t help?" My voice trembled, the fear I’d been trying to ignore creeping back in.
His jaw tightened, his dark eyes hardening. "Then I take him down myself." His voice was steel, unyielding. "Whatever it takes."
I believed him. That was the terrifying part.
But before I could respond, his hands were on me again, gripping my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. His cock, already hardening again, pressed against my ass, and I bit my lip, my body already responding to his touch.
"Again," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I’m not done with you yet."
And just like that, the world outside ceased to exist again.
His hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, tangling in my hair, sliding up my back to cup my breasts.
His mouth followed, his teeth scraping over my shoulder, his tongue soothing the sting before he bit down again, harder this time.
I cried out, my body arching into his touch, my pussy already wet and aching for him, Pshing back against him, my body begging for him to fill me.
He didn’t make me wait.
In one smooth thrust, he was inside me again, his cock stretching me, filling me completely. I moaned, my fingers curling into the sheets, my body already trembling with the need to come.
He growled, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to move.
This time, there was no gentleness. No restraint.
He fucked me like he was trying to brand me from the inside out, his cock pounding into me with a ferocity that made the bed slam against the wall.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, wet and obscene, and I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs, my body already on the edge again.
My body convulsed, my pussy clenching around his cock as my orgasm crashed over me. I screamed, my juices squirting around him, soaking the sheets beneath us. Kai groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed me, his cum spilling deep inside me.
We collapsed onto the bed, His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.
I turned my head, my lips brushing against his. "I’d choose death with you over life without you," I whispered, my voice steady but filled with a quiet intensity.
He held me tighter, his fingers tracing the curves of my body, like he was memorizing every inch of me.
Before dawn, he left. Slipped out of my bed while I pretended to sleep, watching through barely open eyes as he dressed in the gray light.
Kai had a plan. Had backup plans. Had promised to save us and I believed him. Had to believe him. Because the alternative was accepting that this nightmare was my reality. That I'd become Salvatore's wife. That I'd never be free.
I refused to accept that. So I'd survive. I'd play my role. I'd wait.
In three weeks, either we'd be free or we'd be dead. But one way or another, this would be over. That thought should have terrified me. Instead, it brought a strange kind of peace.
An ending. One way or another.
Finally.