I don’t even care that there are people literally screaming. Instead, I focus on making her feel good. Unfortunate is whoever has the balls to interrupt me while I’m deep inside my fucking cunt. She throws her head back, and my mouth finds the hollow of her throat—she’s wearing way too much fucking clothing for my liking, but this is medicine. This is how I help her now—it's me.
She’s safe, and I’m real.
Fucking her through it like the good little whore she is, I drop the machete to the ground and place my boot on top of it, grabbing a piece of the dried stalk and wrapping it around her neck so I can pull her down to me with each brutal thrust of my hips.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as I drive deeper—my balls slapping against her pussy. It’s my favorite symphony—I might as well be at church, worshipping. I look down, pulling out my cock before driving it back in slowly, watching as her cunt sucks me right in.
The stalk wrapped around her neck strains her neck back as my other hand holds her ass, bouncing her on my dick until I feel her pussy flutter for me. Her walls are convulsing, ready to strangle me before weeping that sweet nectar I die for.
“That’s it, little junkie. Take what you need,” I grunt out as I thrust harder, making her legs quiver in a way only I can. “Go on, baby, it’s me fucking you through it.” My words are answeredby a feral cry as she pulls herself onto me, the stalk ripping and falling to the ground. I hold her as she orgasms and follow her there just like I would with anything else. She cries into the crook of my neck.
My dick is still deep inside her as sobs wreck her body. “Shh, you’re safe,” I whisper, my hand running down the length of her spine. “I got you.”
“I love you.” The words are so muffled that I can barely make them out. “I love you, baby,” I reply as we remain in each other's embrace, not caring about the carnage around us. Everything ceases to exist.
A loud clap rips me out of the trance. Xena's head snaps up, and with her still in my arms and my dick inside her, I turn to face the motherfucker that’s about to die today.
“Great show you put on there. She was never that enthusiastic for my cock.” I recognize the asshole immediately and also notice the fucking gun he's pointing at us. Using my boot, I try to hide the machete as I slip from inside her and lower her to the ground, using my body as a shield as I tuck myself in. From behind me, I can feel the tension that rolls off her body in waves. “You want her, you’re gonna have to kill me first.”
He laughs so hard his mask falls from the top of his face. “That can be arranged, but I have so much to do before I can send you to hell.”
Then, a loud bang fills the air, and the pain in my kneecap is immediate, along with the scream that rips from Xena’s throat. “Now, little junkie,” he teases, pointing the gun at me. The pain has me almost wanting to collapse onto my knees, but I can't—not now.
Not here.
She shifts from behind me, and I snap my gaze at her quickly. “Don’t you dare,” I hiss at my girl, who’s already itching to sacrifice herself for me. I won’t have that. She’s everything tome; without her, I have nothing. Her brown eyes go wide and fill with tears as I shake my head. A clear and firm, FUCK NO!
“Do you want me to kill you now?” Using the barrel of the gun, he scratches his temple. “Where’s the fun in that? C’mon, be a good whore and let me show him how much you like my touch.”
Another shot rings out, and this time, I fall to my knees as the bullet strikes my side, with Xena collapsing beside me, her tears streaming down her face. Fuck this isn’t good. “The mighty Roman Delgado has fallen,” he exclaims as he ends his comment with a hard clap and then another. “You will soon understand the depths of my hatred for you.” Pointing the gun at us, “Delgado.”
Chapter Nineteen
Tokyo
Iwaste no time, backing up into the fields as I take the opening to escape with my world in my hands. Pulling Kai along into the covers of the dry stalks that sway with the wind, time slows down. The screams and laughter fade into the background as “Been Like This,” by Doja Cat, blares through the speakers.
The strobes twinkle, fading in and out around us. I barely register the couple that runs past us, bloody and screaming. My eyes remain glued to the brown eyes locked on mine. “Kai.”
He smiles as he allows me to pull him deeper into the darkness, and once I find a spot quiet enough, my hands move to cup his strong jaw, my thumb brushing along his five o’clock shadow, which makes him look older and manlier. Kai drops his forehead onto mine, and we breathe each other in. There’s so much I want to say, like I’m sorry for leaving. For lying. For deceiving. For everything. But words don’t come out of my mouth even when I desperately want them to.
“Kai,” I repeat his name, trying to form the words, but I’m silenced by the soft press of lips. His taste invades my mouth as his tongue runs against mine slowly—they find their rhythm as his hand falls to the small side of my back, pushing me into him.
My body instantly melts against his muscular and lean frame. The smell of his cologne, sweat, and the hint of blood causes adrenaline to course through my body, blending with the need. My body turns into molten lava, making me thick and heavy with desire… Even through the carnage… through the lies... I could never not want him. I want this. We kiss until we are breathless, panting into each other’s mouths, nipping and licking, when Kai finally pulls away, allowing us space to breathe.
“Trouble,” he whispers, his hand cradling my face as he runs his nose against mine. “Are you real?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm,” he hums in satisfaction—the sound sends electricity straight to my heart, making it dance. A rhythm only for him. My brother. My love. My Kai. It doesn’t matter that we aren’t related, that we don’t share the same DNA. We love each other, first as family, and then as lovers. “I have to go back.”
My thin brows pull together, my head shaking vigorously in his hands. “No.” I kiss him again, the bat falling from my hands as my fingers fist into his torn shirt. “No.”
Kai kisses me back, but it feels more like a goodbye—more like bidding a little time for him to be selfless. So, fucking selfless he is. All the time. A tear slips from the corner of my eye as his tongue dips inside my mouth, and my hand falls from his chest and moves towards the zipper of his pants. Needing to fill me with him, because if we die tonight—like before—I’ll die right here… In this moment, content with a fucking smile on my face. My hand connects with the warmth of his length, eliciting a soft groan from his lips that I quickly consume.
“Fuck me, Kai.”
The only response I get is his hand snatching off the black wig Alec made me wear. A slow smile spreads across his face as his hand works to free my short blue tendrils. “Much better. Blue looks good on you.”
