Page 82 of Beyond the Storm


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“Nah. Nothing uncertain about that. I will.”

The air between us grew hot and charged with electricity. He leaned in, his mouth hovering a breath away from mine, before diving for my neck and sinking his teeth into my flesh.

“Fuck you!” I shrieked. The marks from last time hadjuststarted to fade.

“I intend to, Love,” he rasped against my skin, licking a long, hot, wet stripe up the column of my neck.

“You psycho motherfucker!” I growled, bucking my hips to throw him off.

Kai tutted, shaking his head mockingly. “You know … that’s not a nice thing to say.” He sighed, cupping my jaw in his hand. “But itdoeskind of get me going. Kind of fucked up, hey?”

So fucked up. But not more fucked up than what we’d already done … what we were doing right now.

I glared up at him, trying not to notice how goddamn handsome he looked when the inky strands were falling into his eyes this way. Planting my feet on the ground, I tried to bridge my hips up but failed once more.

He was just too fucking heavy. My nipples tightened and heat rushed to my core at the way he dominatedme so effortlessly. Guess I liked my men big enough to manhandle the fuck out of me.

“Then again,” he mused, “you like it when I call you my little slut and throw you around. So maybe you’re just as fucked up as I am.”

The tips of his fingers were now digging into my cheeks and I opened my mouth in surprise.

“Good girl.”

I froze in confusion, but then he puckered his lips and his spit hit my tongue. My eyes widened and, for a moment, I was frozen, unsure what to do.

“Now swallow.”

I sucked in a breath as heat coursed through my veins and my pussy clenched desperately. Then I obeyed, watching the smug smile on his face grow wider as his breath hitched.

Oh fuck, I‘m in sooo much trouble. He might be perfect.

Claiming me in a brutal, punishing kiss, he plunged his tongue in my mouth. I matched him stroke for stroke, moaning into his mouth.

My breath came in fast pants as he straightened up and rose to his knees.

“If you don’t want me to tear these clothes off you,” he purred, plucking at the hem of my shirt, “I suggest you get rid of them and get your pretty little ass on the bed.”

In one fluid motion, he was on his feet again.

Seriously, it shouldn’t have been possible for him to move this fast given how big he was.

When I didn’t move, Kai extended a hand. I tried to ignore how delicious the veins running along his muscular forearms looked as I gripped his palm.

My hand looked positively tiny, clutched between his calloused fingers, and he yanked me up with so much ease, it was laughable.

Why was that so fucking hot?

The pulse in my neck pounded a frantic beat all the way down to my pussy. My walls were clenching desperately, and I was feeling achy and … needy.

Not that I’d ever admit it. I was almost glad he was making me take my own clothes off, because I was pretty sure my panties were embarrassingly soaked.

“You got about five seconds before I start undressing you my way, Love,” he drawled, giving me a hungry once-over.

I scoffed and took a few steps backwards until the backs of my knees touched the edge of the bed. “Making me do all the work, huh?”

“Nah. Just making sure you’re not going to have my ass later for destroying your cute little outfit.” He snorted.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” I tugged my top over my head, enjoying the way his eyes immediately glued themselves to my breasts.