Finished, I leaned against the door, hoping the damaged wood would hold my weight, and folded my arms. “So.”
A beat of silence.
Two.
Zion rested his forehead on the edge of the table, the furniture painted in a milky shade. The hue drew my attention to the pink lines Kali had gouged on his upper back.
Five.
The longer Kali gaped at me, the more her eyes widened. Her toes twitched.
Seven.
I raised an eyebrow. “One of you going to tell me what this is about?”
Her gaze snapped to Zion watching her, his back to me. Whatever passed in the silent conversation between them made her glimpse back at me. And gulp.
Tapping my bicep to distract myself from the seams of my too-small t-shirt digging into my armpits, I fixed her with a stern look. “I believe I asked a question.”
“Ahm.” Her reaction came out as more of a shriek than an actual response. Clawing Zion’s shoulders, she tried to haul him closer, his head an inch from the blade stabbed right between her legs.
His back rippled as heavy, choked noises echoed in the space.
Laughter.
He was laughing.
Kali’s sputtering spurred him on, and although he invested much effort into masking his mirth, he kept cracking up. Again and again.
“Zion,” she fumed, but it only amplified his chortles. Ignoring how he held on to her ankle, Kali huffed to me, “It’s his fault.”
Zion yanked the knife out of the table, and the shaped steel clattered on the other side of the kitchen. Gripping her hips, he hauled her closer to his face. “You little traitorous?—”
He muffled the last word by licking her slit.
“No,” she cried out. He settled on sucking her clit, and she squirmed in his hold. “No, Zion— We can’t—Oh?—”
Once he set his sights on something, he did not relent.
Neither did I.
As I marched over to them, my boots smeared dirt on the floor. Willing the climbing tension up my spine away, I seized Zion’s nape, wrenching him off Kali, and leaned into his face. “Did I say you could taste her?”
Unflustered, he licked the glistening layer of her arousal off his lips, and I mimicked him on a reflex. “You didn’t say I couldn’t,” he drawled.
Allowing my strength to break the dam, I tightened my grasp on his neck. If he kept playing games, he was going to wake up with bruises in the morning.
He shifted on his knees. A bulge strained against the thin material of his loose pants, making me wish he had not thrown his knife away. I would have used it to slice off the offending fabric.
I released him with a shove, and relishing his grunt, pulled out a kitchen chair. Kali’s pants mixed with the screech of the wooden legs as they dragged across the floor.
“If you want to worship her pussy so much, that’s exactly what you will do.” Seated, I spread my legs and hooked an elbow on the backrest. “Go get out whatever you took from Aria, Zion. I want to see it.”
He scrambled to rise, unaware of my plans to instill a sense of obedience in him. On his feet, he adjusted himself for a tad too long, and I gave him a questioning look ofWhy are you not doing as I ordered?
Rigidly, he plodded to the brown paper bag he had discarded onto the bed.
“What are you going to do to us?” The whisper in Kali’s question wrapped around me like a full-body caress.
