‘You’re so transparent,’ he murmurs. Then he kisses me, one warm slide of his mouth against mine. Lifting his head, he eyes me almost dispassionately, my lust-glazed eyes and rapid breath no doubt contradicting my words.
His next kiss is harder, deeper, his tongue pushing into my mouth and this time I don’t just let him, I actively participate. Contribute, even, kissing him back with the same level of passion and aggression. My mouth hard against his, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip as he tries to pull back. Judging by the sound he makes—that sound, the one bordering on orgasm, the one that echoes between my legs—he’s as into this as I am right now.
‘Fucking tease,’ he grunts, pulling back once I allow him to do so. Now holding my wrists tightly in one of his hands, the other roams my body, kneading almost roughly, from my chest to my hips. ‘This is mine. All mine. Do you understand?’
‘That’s what you think.’ My voice is grating, delivered in a harsh breath, air constricting in my chest. ‘Shame I can’t say the same the other way.’
‘Meaning?’ His gaze follows his hand as it slides the length of my thigh, driving the tight material of my dress to my hip.
‘You’re a slut,’ I spit. ‘You’ll screw anything that moves. Wives, threesomes, all just another day in the life of Kai.’
His hand halts immediately, it—along with his body—stilling for a second, fingers frozen at my inner thigh. He blinks once before his eyes rise slowly to mine. ‘You’re screwing me. What does that make you?’
‘Sorry,’ I hiss. ‘Sorry I ever met you.’
Regret blooms instantly in my chest, the effect of my words reflected in his eyes. I close my own, turning my head for good measure, unable to watch his hurt.Or let him see my lie.
‘Look at me.’ His fingers are tight on my chin. ‘I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I can’t change the past, or hide from it.’
My mouth twists into a sneer of distaste and I try to drag my wrists from his hands. This is so unfair and it hurts too much.
‘I hate that she knows you like that. Why do you have to have been such a slut?’ I also hate how my words end in a sob. ‘Fuck her and fuck y—’
He kisses me, cutting off my words, kisses me like my participation isn’t required or deserved. My knees weaken, but it doesn’t matter as he moves both his hands to my arse, dragging me against him and my feet up from the floor. He walks further into my apartment as I begin to struggle against him, against his hardness, Sofia’s words echoing in my head.His bed was still warm from my body when he took you to it.This isn’t a good idea, this depraved and sadistic kind of revenge fuck. I can’t do this—take my loathing of Sofia, of his past, out on his body.
‘Get off me, this isn’t right!’ My words border on hysteria between his hard and unforgiving kisses.
‘It’s so right, you and I. What we have.’ Lowering my feet to the bedroom carpet, he turns me, his arms tightening like a vice against my ribs. His hand slides to the zip at my side, the teeth and my breath the only sound in the room. ‘I can’t change the past.’ Helping my dress slide to the floor, his voice is oh-so-reasonable and almost bordering on regret as his hands move up my body, wrapping around me once more.
I’m defeated, here in his arms, a wave of need coursing under my skin. I want him to stop talking, to fuck me already. Fuck some sense into this.
‘And I’m not sure I would,’ he whispers into my neck.
‘What?’ I twist in his arms wanting to see his expression, because is it just me, or does that not sound regretful at all?
‘There’s a flip side to every decision made—experienced learned.’ Turning fully, I bring my hand across his face, hard.Learn that experience.My head aches with his swirling words.Wouldn’t change, even if he could.Jerking back, he claps his hands over my twisting hips as I try to pull away. ‘Like the lessons you’re learning now.’
‘What.’ I pant, fighting still. ‘Like how to be hurt?’
And then he smiles, like a large, dark devil. ‘But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’
Pushing me onto the bed, he flips me easily onto my front. Hands flying out behind me, I scratch what flesh I can reach.
‘See, I knew the kitten had claws,’ he says, a smile tainting his words.
‘Don’t call me that! Don’t you call me that!’
With his knees planted over my thighs, I continue to lash out, difficult enough from this position. Even more so as he captures my flailing hands, planting them next to my head.
‘Calm down.’
He looms over me, aroused, as I am myself, but calm I won’t be. Can’t, and I refuse to let him get the better of me. I’ve heard it said that when a person truly needs it, they can rely on a reserve of hidden strength. I’m not sure if it’s this or sheer anger, or if Kai just moves just an inch because, the next thing I know I’m on my back and not quite under him. Instinctively surging upwards, I bring my body up off the bed, twisting my hands into his hair and bringing my mouth hard to his. We kiss brutally, teeth clashing, hands grasping and tearing at our remaining clothes.
Lessons, my body cries,I’ll be the teacher today,as we each fight for the upper hand.
‘Damn you,’ I cry against his mouth. ‘I won’t go there again.’
‘Don’t confuse me withhim,’ he growls back, pushing me further up the bed.
