“Are you mine?” I pant.
He stops what he’s doing, lifting his head and glowering at me. “You don’t deserve the answer.”
“Then you don’t deserve to fuck me,” I snap, shoving at his shoulders.
“You think you have a choice?” He arches a brow as he sits back on his heels, yanking the hem of my nightie up. He tears my panties off and plunges two fingers inside me. “Your body has already decided.”
I snarl at him, hating that he’s right.
Removing his fingers from my pussy, he pushes my legs up to my chest, stretching them out to the side as wide as they will go. Then he slides down the bed, lying flat on his stomach and parting my folds. “You need to be punished for your sins. Starting now.”
My pussy floods with warmth at his words, and I prop up on my elbows watching him smirk as he licks a line up and down my slit. A guttural moan filters through the air as I give in to my carnal desires. There is no point arguing because I want this as much as he does. He can call it punishment if he likes. We both know what this is.
“Are you sore?” he asks, softening his voice a little.
“No.” I gasp as his tongue plunges into my channel and he devours me while rubbing at my clit with two of his fingers. My hips buck up, and I’m thrusting my pussy into his face, urging him to go faster as my climax builds.
Abruptly, he stops, ripping his delectable mouth and tongue from me seconds before my orgasm peaks, and I fist the covers in frustration. “You only come when I let you.” His eyes challenge me to disagree, and I bite down hard on my lip to stop my protests from escaping my mouth.
He stands, tugging at his clothes, and I shamelessly ogle his ripped body as he undresses. “Does it hurt?” I ask, sitting up and lightly tracing my fingers along the bruising on his ribs.
“I like the pain.” He shoves me down onto the bed, dragging me a little closer to the edge, before he strokes his hard cock with one hand and plays with my clit with his other one. “Grab a condom from that drawer,” he commands, jerking his head at the bedside table.
“I thought you liked fucking me bare?”
“I do, but I’m guessing you’re not taking birth control, and after everything we’ve been through, I think it’s safer to use them.”
His thoughtfulness almost undoes me, so I make no remark as I remove one and hand it to him, watching as he expertly rolls it on and lines himself up at my entrance. “This won’t be gentle.”
I consent with a nod, and he slams into me in one fast thrust causing me to scream out. Placing my legs up over his shoulders, he rams into me hard, and my breasts jiggle and shake with the movement. With one hand, he grips my hip, and his other hand tweaks my breast, pinching and digging his nails into my soft flesh.
Kai is fond of angry sex, but this is on a whole other level.
A thrill rushes through my veins. If this is what punished feels like, then I’ll gladly let him punish me daily.
He rams his cock so far inside me I swear it hits off my cervix, and then he pulls out slowly, only to thrust back inside in an aggressive move, pivoting his hips as he pounds into me, over and over. His hand continues to knead my breasts, alternating between them, as he pulls and tugs painfully on my nipples.
My body is jostled with his movements, and every nerve ending is on fire.
I couldn’t describe this as lovemaking, and he’s avoiding kissing me, but I can deny I’m loving every second. I’m writhing on the bed as pressure mounts in my body again, and my need to come is almost unbearable. My fingers move of their own accord, sliding down my body to frantically rub at my clit. “No.” He slaps my hand away, replacing my fingers with his own as he toys with me, pushing down hard and then withdrawing, driving me fucking crazy with need.
My climax is lingering in the background, ready to burst forth and send me to heady heights, but every time I get close, he pulls back, either removing his fingers or his cock until I’m thrashing about underneath him in frustration and begging to come.
He flips me over, keeping a firm hand on my neck as he shoves my face into the comforter. His cock jams inside me and he resumes his relentless pounding. I push my hips back, gripping his cock with my pussy as I rock back and forth on his erection, desperately seeking my release.
“Who do you belong to?” he growls, swiveling his hips in a way that curls his cock inside me, and a whimper flies out of my mouth.
“You,” I gasp. “Always you.”
“Good girl.” He leans down over me, slowing his thrusts as he fucks me while covering my back with his hot body. One hand slips underneath me, and he cups my breast. “I should refuse to let you come,” he whispers, while nipping at my earlobe, “but I’m feeling generous.” He straightens up, clasping my hips again as he ruts into me like a wild animal, grunting and moaning as his climax builds. He furiously rubs my clit while pounding into me so hard I see stars. The instant he shoves his pinkie into my ass, my orgasm rips through me like a tornado, and I scream so loud there’s no doubt Jackson and Sawyer haven’t heard. Kai roars as his climax hits, continuing to pivot his hips and grind into me as we both ride the waves together.
We collapse in a sweaty, tired heap on the bed, both struggling to bring our breathing back to normal.
I drag him into the shower a few minutes later, because we’re both coated in his blood now and we need to get clean. After, he helps me change the bed linen before we crawl under the covers, exhausted. He pulls me into his body, spooning me from behind, and I latch onto his strong arms, closing my eyes.
A wave of contentment washes over me as we remain locked in our embrace. And it speaks volumes.
Because things are still unresolved between us.
I’m still destined for an arranged marriage to a man I don’t love.
And there’s still a hit out on Kai.
But for this one precious moment, it’s just him and me.
And it’s everything.
“Abby.” He brushes my damp hair aside, pressing a lingering kiss on my neck.
I turn my head slightly. “Yeah.”
“I’m yours.” He sucks harder on my neck. “I always have been.”
His words are music to my ears, and the biggest smile spreads over my mouth as my eyelids grow heavy, and I drift off to sleep.
“Get the fuck up!” Sawyer yells as I slowly come to.
Kai holds me against his chest, pulling the covers up over us to shield my naked body. But Sawyer is too busy racing around the room to notice. He grabs my bag and starts shoving stuff into it.
I have never seen Sawyer anything but cool and collected, and this panicked version terrifies me. “What’s happened?” Kai asks, already climbing out of bed.
“We’ve been compromised. We need to leave. Now!”
I’m already sliding out of the bed, hugging the sheet around me. “Go. I’ll grab the rest of my stuff.”
Sawyer nods, and a few strands of dark hair fall across his brow. “Be downstairs in five. There’s no time to waste.”
Kai grabs my face and kisses me hard on the lips. “Hurry, babe.”
I yank on jeans and a sweater before shoving my feet into sneakers. I’m just zipping up my bag when Kai comes back with a gray duffel bag slung over his shoulders. “Ready?”