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 drippingout 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.
