Page 6 of KAI Tortured

“I’m not strong enough to resist you, Maisy.” He sounds like he’s in agony.

But I know Kai; he understands me. I shorten the distance between us and press my lips to his, and right at that moment, I feel as if this kiss is going to deliver us from all the sins we’ve committed, charging the air around us with love and understanding.

I pull back, searching for his eyes, but they’re closed.

“Please, don’t stop,” he murmurs.

It’s as if he’s not allowed to take control of the kiss, because then… then, he’d be kissing a Slav. Let the Slav take advantage of him. But his words are the fuel I need, and I don’t care as long as I get to kiss his lips.

The kiss feeds my craving for him, and I don’t hold back; gradually, it becomes hungry and passionate, and I pull away again. I want him to see the certainty in my eyes. I want to show him who I am. Maisy Roy. The girl he promised to protect, no one else.

“I said, don’t stop…” he breathes.

My hands are on his chest, and I scrunch his t-shirt in my fists as I pull him closer. This is it, there’s no going back. My body is awake and responds like that of a tigress. I want him, right here and now. My hands roam all over his body and down to his bulge. It’s dark in here, and in the theater seats we’re a little constricted, but I manage to hook my leg over his knee and he reciprocates by sliding his hand up my thigh, taking the hem of my dress with it.

I throw a glance down at the men sitting in the few rows below, some turning away from the movie to check us out.

“Don’t worry about it.” Kai takes hold of my jaw and pulls me back to his lips while his hand on my thigh journeys higher, his thumb stroking me under the dress, coaxing me to open my legs.

“Baby girl, you do something to me,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my neck. “Fuck me if I know what that is.”

He reaches as high as my waist, hooks his fingers in my panties, and proceeds to take them off. I help by lifting my bottom and pulling them down, and his hand goes back between my legs while mine returns to rubbing his bulge. I didn’t think he’d ever touch me like this again.

I know he’s still battling his demons, but he’s squeezing my inner thigh and then going straight for my nub and as he makes contact, I stifle a moan. I give in, and open my legs wider. My hips slowly begin to roll into his fingers, swaying back and forth. His thumb is firmly pressing my clit as I lift my foot onto the seat in front, giving him space for maneuver. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to suppress my moans as I slide down in the chair.

But that’s not enough for him. He stops everything he’s doing, slips out of his leather jacket, then gives me a quick kiss on the lips before kneeling down, between my legs.

“Kai… people are watching,” I manage to whisper before he starts eating my soaked cunt. My throbbing clit is being sucked, hungrily, as if this is the first time he’s ever done it. He grazes my folds with his teeth, and I can’t help but think he wants me and hates me at the same time. My hips sway with his tongue, asking for more, and my body is screaming as I stifle my moans, biting my lip while I tightly grip the armrests.

The way he’s ravaging me, it feels as if I’ve been denying him my cunt all this time. He spreads my folds and exposes my clit again, and it’s like thunder strikes from heaven when his tongue flicks across it, bringing bursts of explosions, but only small ones. The biggest one is building in the background and, with his fingers inside me, thrusting knuckle-deep, I’m flying. But this is for him, not me, although I’m close, almost there, and when he comes up and plays with my nipples through my dress, tugging at them with his mouth, I can’t hold off any longer. I try to hump his hand, arching my back, wanting more when his lips attack my neck. His fingers jerk harder inside me and my eruption hits.

“Kai!”

I’m flying high to heaven, trying oh-so-hard to be quiet, but some of the people in here are watching us, I’m sure. I cover my mouth again but it’s futile, my suppressed staccato groans escaping as I start convulsing over him, like a pyroclastic flow nobody can stop, ripples of my orgasm spreading through my body while he tries to still me.

I cup the back of his head and pull him to me. His lips brush over mine, and he bites my lower lip. At the sting of pain, I pull back. Only then do I hear a derisive noise from a few rows below.

The movie is finished. I’m certain everyone heard me.

“Sorry.” Kai rests his forehead on mine for a brief moment. “Wait here.” He stands up and fixes himself hurriedly. His cock has been strenuously distended in his jeans, but he’s keeping it in, it seems. He pulls out his gun from the back of his waistband and walks away from our seats.

What is he going to do? “Kai?”

He scans the theater, taking in all the faces around him. Five men were apparently watching our show, and are still staring at me from the middle rows. That’s where Kai’s heading.

He walks in between the rows to get to them and within moments is standing face-to-face with the men, who smirk disdainfully at him.

But as Kai walks under a spotlight and his face is illuminated, they freeze. They recognize him. Without saying a word, Kai points his gun and shoots the first one in the forehead. The shot echoes around the theater as he slumps in his seat, and the rest of the men leap up and run for their lives. But even I know it’s in vain. Kai aims, and one by one, shoots all of them as the rest of the people in the theater scream and run for the exit. They’re all dead within a minute.

Looking satisfied with what he’s done, he comes back up to me.

I don’t condone killing, but fuck me if that was not hot. Is this a sign of the Slav blood running through my veins? Well, those fuckers were looking at me the whole time.

“Now, where were we?” Kai smirks.

I shoot up onto my tiptoes, run my fingers through his hair, press my lips to his, and remind him exactly where we were. I’m the last person who would resort to killing, but his power makes me drunk. My hands roam over his jeans where they strain over the bulge. I unbutton them and pull his cock out, pumping him a few times before I decide what I’m going to do. I choose to get on my knees.

“Fuck, Maisy, you know what I need.”

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