I'm on my knees on the wet tile, looking up at him through the steam. He's hard again, thick and heavy, the water running down his stomach and over his cock.
I hate him.
And I hate that I'm already opening my mouth.
"And, Summer?" He tilts my chin up with one finger. "If you bite my dick off, I'll kill you."
I’m sure he will.I’m tempted.But I also don’t want to die, because I need to stay alive to kill him myself. I take him in mymouth and don't bite. Kairo groans low in his throat, the sound rough and guttural as my lips stretch around his thick cock. His hand fists tighter in my wet hair, guiding but not forcing … yet. The water cascades over his chest, running down the hard ridges of his abs and over the scars I was just tracing minutes ago. I hollow my cheeks and suck him slowly, deliberately, letting my tongue swirl around the underside of his shaft as I pull back. When I get to the head, I lick around it messily before sinking back down until he bumps the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Summer …” His voice is wrecked. “Just like that.”
I do it again, deeper this time, relaxing my throat and taking him until my nose presses against his pelvis. I hold there, swallowing around him, letting my throat massage his cock while I look up through the steam and water. His amber eyes are locked on mine, dark and burning. The muscle in his jaw flexes as he watches his cock disappear between my lips.
“Good girl,” he rasps, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Look at you, on your knees with my cock down your throat like you were made for it.”
I moan around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. That seems to break him. His grip tightens, and he starts fucking my mouth with slow, deep thrusts that make my eyes water. I don’t pull away, I take it, sucking harder on every pull back, tongue working the underside, spit dripping down my chin and mixing with the shower water.
“Shit … that’s it. Suck me like you hate me,” he growls.
I do.
I suck him like I want to punish him with pleasure. Like I want to ruin him the way he ruins me. I bob faster, taking him as deep as I can, gagging softly when he hits the back of my throat but not stopping. One hand comes up to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently while I work him with my mouth.
Kairo’s head falls back against the tile with a thud. “Fuck, baby … you’re too good at this.”
The pet name slips out, and it catches me off-guard, making my stomach dip. I pull off just long enough to drag my tongue slowly up the entire length of him, looking straight into his eyes, before sucking him back down again, sloppy, wet, filthy. Spit runs down my chin but I don’t care, I just keep going, faster, tighter, hollowing my cheeks and moaning around his cock like I’m starving for it. His breathing grows ragged, and his thighs tremble.
“I’m gonna come,” he warns, voice strained. “You’re going to swallow every fucking drop like a good wife.”
I don’t pull away.
I take him even deeper, sucking hard, eyes watering, but never breaking eye contact. Kairo curses viciously as he comes. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood my mouth and throat. I swallow around him, milking every pulse, every drop, until he’s shaking and groaning my name like a curse and a prayer at the same time.
When he finally pulls out, I’m gasping, lips swollen, chin messy. He looks down at me with a look that is almost like awe mixed with pure possession. He drags his thumb across my bottom lip, pushing a stray drop of his cum back into my mouth.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “Fucking perfect.”
Then he steps out of the shower, grabs a towel, and leaves.
Huh.
I stay on the tile, confused and needy. The water beats down on my shoulders, and I stare at the drain. I don't move for a long time. I press my forehead to the wet tile and close my eyes.
7
KAIRO
Ileave her on the shower floor with my cum still on her lips and force myself to walk away. If I look back, I’ll step back in there and fuck her against the tile until neither of us can stand.
My office is at the end of the east wing, the one room she hasn’t been inside yet. I lock the door, drop into my chair, and pull up the monitors. Every camera in the villa, the jungle, the beach … all of it feeds here. I built this system years ago. Back then it was for business, now it’s for her.
On the bathroom feed, she’s still sitting on the floor under the water. For a second, I worry I actually broke her. Then she slowly stands, rinses her face, and stares at herself in the mirror. She touches her swollen lips, the ones that were wrapped around my cock ten minutes ago. The sight makes my dick twitch hard.Fuck she gives phenomenal head.But I watch the exact moment she starts hating herself again. Her jaw tightens, her eyes go cold, and the soft, needy girl who was moaning around my cock disappears behind the wall she rebuilds every time I’m not touching her. She goes to the closet and picks out the white bikini I chose for her months ago. Every piece in there wasselected by me for her, every color, every cut, every fabric picked because I spent seven years learning exactly what looks best on her skin.
My phone rings, and it’s fucking Andreas, my best friend and second in command.
“Make it quick,” I bark, eyes still glued to the screen as she slips on the bikini.
“Port’s clear. We have a new window confirmed for Thursday. You running it, or am I?”
