“Hit me again,” he said, dodging another punch.
“Fuck you. This isn’t a lesson.”
“I know it’s not.” Tackling me to the floor, his hard body covered mine. “It’s fucking foreplay.”
“You’re crazy.”
“So you’re telling me, your pussy isn’t dripping wet for me right now?”
I couldn’t even bring myself to deny it. My panties were absolutely wrecked. Kai slid his hand under my skirt, hiking up the fabric, and I shuddered with anticipation.
“This is beautiful,” he said, fingers brushing the tattoo running up the length of my thigh. “It’s very fitting.”
I wasn’t sure if his comment was backhanded, considering the ink was that of a pit viper—the Mexican cantil—entwined in vines and roses.
“Yeah, well, that’s saying something, isn’t it?” I challenged.
His eyes journeyed up my body until they met mine. “I’ve lived at the edge of death my whole life. I’m drawn to it.” He squeezed my thigh. “Drawn to you.”
“What are you doing?” My voice was a whisper. His gaze stayed locked on mine as he climbed off and hooked my underwear, sliding them down my legs with no resistance from me. The red fabric was visibly soaked, and he bit down on his bottom lip and sucked in a breath.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he brought the thin fabric to his nose. The sight had my thighs clenching for friction. “Go, vicious. Now.”
I stood up on my elbows. “Now you want me to go.”
“I’m about to fucking devour you, and if that’s not what you want, then you need to leave.”
With my panties clutched in his fist, he got to his feet. I followed, adjusting my skirt back down over my thighs. “Maybe you should keep those,” I said as I crossed the threshold.
“Oh, and Kai, be ready at eight sharp tomorrow.”
10
ME
You left without me.
AMALIA
I had some last-minute prep for this meeting.And you don’t dictate my schedule, Cain.
Rollingmy eyes, I stuffed the phone into my back pocket and leaned against a metal railing as the elevator ascended. Amalia had asked me to accompany her, but she was already gone by the time I woke up. Being with her was a constant game of whiplash—hot and cold. One moment, she was in my lap, spitting whiskey into my mouth, and the next, I was doubled over by an impressive right hook to the stomach. But I had to admit, I enjoyed every second.
When the doors slid with a ding, a tall blonde woman stepped inside. Her smile brightened, and she stood beside meinstead of moving to a far corner. I shifted away, feeling slightly suspicious and uncomfortable by her sudden proximity.
“Eighth floor, too,” she said with an excited chirp. “You must be Kai.” Her gaze was on my signet ring. “Amalia said you were on the way.”
She had my full attention. “Oh, yeah. And who are you?”
“A friend,” she replied with a wink, patting the black briefcase under her arm. “She said you were handsome, and she wasn’t lying, but that bitch was definitely holding out on me.”
While it was clear she was speaking with affection, her choice of words regarding Amalia affected me in all the wrong ways.
Before I could ask any more questions, the doors shifted open, and she hurriedly moved forward, her eyes on her watch. “We’re a little behind schedule. Come on, Mr. Cain.”
Mr. Cain.
As curious as I was, I’d get my answers from the source, so I followed her down a short corridor until we reached slate metal doors. The woman threw them open without knocking, and a dozen pairs of eyes fell on us. I was immediately drawn to the front of the office space, where Amalia stood, one hand on her hip, the other braced against the table. My future wife wore a pantsuit with a plunging neckline, pulling my eyes down the soft, bare skin of her chest beneath a navy-colored blazer. Irrational as it was, I scanned the room, Glock at my hip hot, as I searched for wandering eyes. That’s when I spotted none other than that sack of shit, Rocco.
