Page 38 of KAI Tortured

“I’m sorry.” I know I was an asshole, but I’ll be goddamned if I’m taking all the blame.

“You should be. You wanna sleep next to Maisy? You’re sleeping on the floor.”

Yes! “I’ll take that!”

Logan comes back just in time to catch the tail end of our conversation. “Floor? No way. I got a room for you, Kai, the best one!”

“Thanks, Logan, but no. I’ll sleep next to Maisy, on the floor.”

Logan looks at me, then at Orion, and breaks into laughter. “Is that how it’s gonna be, huh? In my own penthouse? Should I sleep on the floor too?”

Orion’s uninterested, just sipping at his whiskey. “Suit yourself.”

“May I remind you that you already had her?”

A hint of a smile plays on Orion’s lips. “And your point is?”

“Assholes. Both of you are assholes,” Logan snickers, but deep down, we know he doesn’t mind. Neither of us do.

“Mm-hmm. Now sit your ass down and let’s talk about the Slavs. What do we think of this… Christopher Miller?”

“You’re seriously set on doing this?” I ask.

“Do you have a better idea that doesn’t involve a bloodbath?”

Logan and I look at each other. Nope. No other ideas. Especially now that Maisy’s in the other room. I feel her magnetic pull drawing me to her, the source of my pain and desire. It’s where I want to be. Not here.

“I didn’t think so,” he says after a long pause. Both of our minds must have wandered. At least, I know mine did.

“Let’s pay him a visit.” Logan has clearly been thinking with his mafia hat on. Unlike me. My cock is doing my thinking.

“Gotta take a piss, I’ll be right back,” I lie. I stand up and head down the corridor toward the room where I left Maisy. I want her so bad, my groin hurts, my balls ache, and my cock has been hard for the last four hours.

As I enter Orion’s room, I hear Maisy’s even breathing. She is my nirvana, and I’m taking what calms me: honey directly from her honeypot.

I sit on the bed next to her and hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I lift her ass to slide them off, leaving her with only her top on. Then I strip down to my boxers and throw everything on the floor. I need her skin. I need her scent. I need her. I sit between her legs, lifting one onto my shoulder, and start by kissing her ankle before making my way up to the apex of her thighs.

I’m taking my time, enjoying this woman who’s taken all my reason, softly planting kisses on her inner thighs, heading toward her perfect crux. While with one hand I’m holding her leg, with the other, I gently stroke her thighs. It seems like she’s sleeping, but I hear her sighing and notice her hips squirming a little. I stroke her everywhere apart from her silky folds.

Soon I reach the summit, and I cannot postpone the inevitable any longer. I hold her thighs open, hesitating a tad longer to build her anticipation of what’s coming.

And there it is. Her tiny moan reaches my ears. She’s restless, so I lean in and blow on her delicate skin, right up close.

“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” I inhale her scent and look up at her. Her sleepy eyes open, her eyelashes flutter, and she knows. Her eyes become hooded. She’s not embarrassed; she even has a sly smirk for me.

“Kai…” she moans. “I’m always ready for you.”

That’s my green light. I press the flat of my tongue against her pussy, now soaked with arousal, and lick all the way up to her sweet nub.

This! This is what I’ve been craving all this time. She alters my mind. Art in its truest form. How is it possible that she tastes like a Michelin-star dessert, maybe even better?

And she needs me. Me. I push my tongue into her entrance, lapping up everything she has, holding her thighs firmly open, keeping her in place while she bucks against me, moaning as I continue to devour her swollen nub.

“Kai!” she breathes.

I pull back. “Yes, Maisy?”

“Kai, please.” She raises her hips again and I wrap my forearm around the back of one of her thighs to keep her in place.

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