Kai #2
I reach for my belt, the leather creaking as I undo it with one hand, my other still buried deep in the soaking, swollen folds of her pussy.
I feel her knees buckle, but I hold her up, a predator keeping his prey from collapsing.
I pull myself free, my cock thick and heavy, a thrumming vein of pure, violent need that’s been building since the moment I saw her on that balcony.
I press it against the cleft of her ass, the friction of my wet jeans and her slick skin creating a heat that feels like it’s going to set the room on fire.
“Scarlett?”
The voice comes from the other side of the heavy wooden door. Noah.
She jolts, a sob caught in her throat, her eyes straining to open, but I press my palm over them, forcing her into the dark.
“Everything okay in there?” Noah asks, his tone casual, oblivious, a dead man talking to a ghost. “You’ve been in there a long time.”
I grin against her neck, the cruelty of the moment making my blood sing. I take my cock, thick and insistent, and I don’t give her time to adjust. I drive into her in one long, devastating thrust, burying myself to the root in her tight, screaming pussy.
She lets out a strangled gasp, her fingers clawing at the tile, her body arching into the invasion. I’m huge inside her, stretching her until she’s nothing but a vessel for my obsession. I feel her walls clenching around me, desperate even in her terror.
“Tell him you’re fine,” I whisper, my hips beginning a slow, punishing grind that makes her heels lift off the floor.
I reach down, my fingers finding her clit, mocking her pleasure while I ruin her.
“Tell him you’re just enjoying the water, Scarlett.
Tell him before I decide to open the door and show him exactly how I’m filling you up. ”
I pull out nearly all the way, the wet, suctioning sound lost in the spray, and then I slam back in, harder this time, hitting her so deep I feel it in my own bones.
“Scarlett?” Noah calls again, closer now. I can hear the handle jiggle.
I don’t stop. I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming violent, rhythmic, a masterpiece of filth.
I want her to feel every rib of me, every throb of the heart he thinks he owns.
I want her to realise that while he stands out there talking about weddings and contracts, I am inside her, rewriting her DNA with every fucking strike of my hips.
“Answer him,” I growl, my teeth sinking into her shoulder, marking her over the spot where his blood had dried. “Tell him who you belong to.”
The steam is a thick, white wall of heat, turning the air into liquid. I don’t give her a second to breathe. I don’t give her a second to think.
I grab her hips, my fingers bruising the soft skin as I haul her back against me, and I drive in again.
Hard. Deep. The wet, slapping sound of my stomach hitting her ass is a rhythmic violence that echoes off the marble.
She’s so tight it’s a struggle to move, her body clutching at my cock like she’s trying to swallow me whole.
“Scarlett?” Noah’s voice is right against the wood now. “Answer me.”
I lean over her, my chest crushing her breasts against the cold tile, and I snap my hips forward. I hit her so hard her head thumps against the wall.
“Answer him, little sister,” I hiss into her ear, my teeth grazing the lobe. “Tell him how good the water feels.”
I reach down, my thumb finding her clit and grinding into it with a brutal, steady pressure. She breaks. A long, high-pitched moan rips out of her, muffled by the hiss of the spray. Her back arches, her pussy pulsing around me in frantic, wet spasms.
“I’m—I’m fine,” she gasps out, her voice trembling and wet with a sob. I don’t stop. I pull out until I’m barely touching the entrance, then I slam back in, bottoming out until she cries out again.
“Just… just a minute, Noah,” she manages, the words hitching as I find that perfect spot inside her and stay there, grinding my weight into it.
“You sound breathless,” Noah says through the door. I can hear the handle turn. The lock holds, but only just.
I grin, a dark, feral sound catching in my throat. I wrap my hand around her throat, forcing her head back so she has to look into the dark of the ceiling. I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming a blurring, frenzied rhythm. I’m hitting her deep, fast, and fucking mean.
“Tell him… you’re coming,” I whisper, the double meaning a jagged blade between us.
“I’m… I’m coming out… soon,” she chokes out, her fingers clawing at the grout.
I’m right on the edge, my cock thumping inside her, every nerve ending screaming. I reach around, my hand cupping her pussy, my fingers working her while I ram into her one last, devastating time. I feel her explode—a jagged, shaking climax that sends her into a dead-weight slump against me.
I follow her over the edge, a hot, violent release that I bury deep inside her, right where that bastard’s name should be.
I stay there for a heartbeat, breathing her in, our heartbeats thudding against each other in the wreckage of the steam.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice a ghost of a threat.
I don’t pull out. Not yet.
I want her to feel the weight of what I am.
I wrap my arms around her thighs and hoist her up, her wet skin sliding against my soaked clothes until I’ve got her pinned against the tile.
Her legs lock around my waist by instinct, her heels digging into the small of my back as I hike her higher, forcing her head to thump rhythmically against the marble with every jagged breath I take.
The steam is a fucking furnace.
I slide down her body, my face pressing into the heat of her belly, then lower, until I’m staring at the wet, swollen wreck of her pussy. It’s flushed a deep, angry pink, glistening under the spray and dripping with the mess I’ve already started making of her.
I don’t hesitate. I bury my face in her pussy, my tongue snapping out to find her clit, swirling around it with a heavy, demanding pressure that makes her spine turn to water.
“Kai,” she sobs, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling, begging. “Please.”
“Please what?” I growl against her wet skin, the sound muffled by her heat.
I don’t wait for an answer. I sink my tongue inside her, pushing deep into her tight, wet, pussy, tasting the salt of the island and the honey of her ruin.
I work her slow, my tongue mimicking the thrust of my cock, sliding in and out until she’s thrashing against the wall, her head bouncing off the tiles as she loses the ability to think, to breathe, to be anything but a vessel for me.
She’s shaking, her internal muscles clenching around my tongue in frantic, desperate waves.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Kai… oh god, Kai.”
The sound of my name on her lips—not a whisper, not a plea, but a fucking scream of recognition—makes something inside me snap. The last thread of my control burns to ash.
I drop her feet back to the floor just long enough to flip her around, slamming her face-first against the cold marble. I grab her hair, jerking her head back so she has to feel the cold stone against her cheek while the scalding water hits her ass.
I don’t use a drop of finesse. I line myself up and drive back in with a violent, singular shove.
I’m deeper than I’ve ever been, burying every inch of my thick, throbbing cock into her until she’s pinned between me and the wall.
I start to move, my hips slamming into her with a rhythmic, bruising force.
Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of skin hitting skin is louder than the shower, a wet, filthy percussion that marks exactly who she belongs to.
“Scarlett?” Noah’s voice is muffled, but he’s right there. He’s a foot away from the door. “I’m coming in. The door is sticking.”
The handle rattles violently. The wood groans.
I don’t slow down. I go faster, my thrusts becoming a blurring, agonising masterpiece of friction and heat.
I want her to feel the terror of being caught mixed with the absolute high of being ruined.
I reach around, my hand cupping her breast, my thumb catching her nipple and twisting it until she cries out, the sound lost in the roar of the water.
“Answer him,” I hiss, my breath hot against her neck. “Tell him you’re almost done.”
“I’m—I’m almost—” she chokes out, her body vibrating as she hits the edge. “Noah, wait—!”
I feel her peak. It starts in her toes and ripples upward, her pussy clamping down on me so hard it’s a struggle to move. She’s sobbing my name now, over and over, a litany of sin that I drink in like wine.
I hit her three more times—hard, fast, shallow—until the pressure in my gut explodes. I groan into the crook of her neck, my body locking as I pour everything I am into her, filling her up until she’s overflowing with me.
I stay there, buried to the hilt, my chest heaving against her back as the lock on the door gives a final, ominous creak.
“One more minute,” she screams toward the door, her voice raw and shattered.
I pull out, the wet schlick sound loud in the small space. I don’t look back. I don’t give her a parting kiss. I slide the glass door open and vanish into the shadows of the bedroom just as the bathroom door finally swings wide.
I’m standing in the corner of the dark room, my clothes dripping on the expensive rug, watching through the crack in the door as Noah walks in, peering through the steam at the woman I just finished breaking.
He doesn’t see me. But she does.
Even with the water in her eyes, she finds me in the dark. And she knows.
The steam hadn’t even begun to clear before the bathroom door slammed against the marble wall with a violent, echoing crack.
I’m standing in the shadows of the bedroom, a ghost draped in wet denim, my pulse still thundering in my ears as I watch through the sliver of the doorway.
I can see him. I can see the back of his expensive shirt, the tension in his neck, the way his hands are already balled into white-knuckled fists.
Noah doesn’t walk in; he invades.
“What the fuck have you been doing in here?” he roars, his voice vibrating off the tile, sharp and jagged with a rage he’s been simmering in all day.
Scarlett is still on her knees on the shower floor, her forehead pressed against the cold stone, the water sluicing over her hunched shoulders. She looks like a wreck. She looks like she’s just been dismantled and put back together wrong.
“I told you… I was just…” her voice is a thin, shattered thread.
“Just what?” Noah lunges forward, his hand snapping out to grab the shower curtain, ripping it off the rings with a series of plastic snaps that sound like bone breaking.
He throws the fabric aside, exposing her.
“You’re flushed, Scarlett. You’re fucking breathless. You look like you’ve been run over.”
He looms over her, his shadow swallowing her small, trembling frame. He doesn’t see the marks I left on her neck. He doesn’t see the way her inner thighs are still twitching from the force of my cock.
“Look at me!” He grabs her by the chin, forcing her head up. “I’ve been knocking for ten minutes. The door was locked. Why the fuck was the door locked?”
“I—I didn’t want… I just wanted privacy, Noah,” she chokes out, her eyes wide and glassy, darting toward the dark corner where I’m standing.
Noah’s head snaps around. He’s looking for a phantom. He’s looking for the reason his world suddenly feels like it’s tilting on its axis.
“Privacy?” He lets out a harsh, mocking laugh that has no humour in it. “In my house? With my fiancée?”
He lets go of her chin and spins around, his eyes wild as he scans the small room. He’s looking for a crack in the perfection. He sees the vanity—the expensive bottles of perfume, the silk robes, the staged beauty of it all—and he loses it.
He sweeps his arm across the marble counter, sending a hundred-dollar bottle of glass perfume flying into the wall. It shatters, the scent of jasmine and alcohol exploding into the air, mixing with the smell of my sweat and her sex.
“Is there someone else in here?” he screams, kicking the vanity door until the wood splinters. “Is that it? Is that why you’re acting like a fucking lunatic?”
He lunges for the frosted glass of the toilet stall, kicking it open, then spins to the towel rack, ripping the linens down and treading them into the wet floor. He’s breaking things just to hear the sound of it, just to feel like he’s still the biggest monster in the room.
He doesn’t know. He has no fucking clue that the real monster is three feet away, watching him crumble with a grin that would freeze his blood.
“There’s no one here!” Scarlett screams, her voice cracking as she pulls her knees to her chest, trying to hide the mess of her. “Noah, stop! You’re hurting me!”
He stops, his chest heaving, his face a mask of sweating, ugly fury. He looks down at her, then at the open balcony door I left swinging in the wind.
He storms over to it, his boots crunching on the broken glass of the perfume bottle. He stares out into the jungle, into the black mouth of the island that’s been mocking him since he arrived.
“The door was open,” he says, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous hiss. “The humidity is everywhere. Everything is ruined.”
He turns back to her, his eyes narrowed to slits. He walks back to the shower, stepping into the spray with his expensive shoes, and leans down until his face is inches from hers.
“If I find out you’re lying to me, Scarlett,” he whispers, the threat cold and absolute. “If I find out there’s a reason you can’t look me in the eye… I’ll make sure the wedding is the last thing you ever see.”
I watch his hand reach out, his fingers tracing the wet curve of her shoulder, right over the bite mark I left. He doesn’t see it in the dim light, but I do. I see his hand on my property, and the rage in my gut turns into something cold and crystalline.
He thinks he’s the one in control because he can break a bottle.
I’m the one in control because I’ve already broken her.