Page 7 of KAI Tortured

I lick the precum off his cock and don’t wait to take him fully in my mouth. And it’s as if this is what he was waiting for all along, he weaves his fingers into my hair and slowly pushes my head down on him, checking to see how deep he can go. When I can’t take him any more, the gagging sound I make makes him stop, and instead he pulls me back and bobs my head, each time pushing deep into my throat, to that sweet spot just before I choke.

“Yeees, that’s right, baby girl.”

I suck, twisting my tongue around his glans as his veins pop in my mouth. His cock is getting rock hard and he’s picking up speed, but the waves of pleasure are crashing on my shore, too. He pulls me up by my hair, my spit leaving a silky trail from his cock to my lips. Both of us are panting heavily.

“Kai,” I breathe.

Roused like an animal, he kisses me deep before he turns me around, my back to his front, and sits down. He shimmies my dress back up to my hips and pulls me down to sit on him. His hard cock is just about to slide into me as I look back at him, and I hold him there, at my entrance.

“You want me, Kai?”

He groans the moment my cunt touches his glans, and he hands me the reins. I impale myself on him and start riding him, tilting my behind as high as I can because... fuck, it’s in his face and because it feels fucking awesome! Right now, fucking is the only option for my sanity. It’s how I know he needs me.

I rotate my hips sideways, rubbing myself on him, his low growls driving me crazy. My insides are racked with pleasure as I fully surrender to the dance, but after a while, he’s had enough of playing. His hands suddenly grab my hips and he starts pounding me hard against him, primal grunts escaping his mouth, leaving me to receive my dose of ecstasy through his violent thrusts, just as he starts ejecting his seed into me.

“Mmhhmmm!” His hands wrap around my body, holding me still while he empties every last drop inside of me.

CHAPTER 3

ORION

This feeling I have is unsettling. After the short shut-eye I had this morning, I woke up with a surreal feeling that all this is just not happening. That we can’t have fallen out over a girl.

I also woke up with a hard cock, painfully reminding me that there is one person inside this house that I should never, ever fuck again. Because she’s a fucking Slav.

I’m glad Kai got his sense of reason back. I heard his motorbike last night but by the time I got to the window, he was gone. I only saw him in the distance as he drove off. Still, he came to his senses. I knew he would. He wouldn’t allow a girl to come between us, although if I’m honest, this time, he really connected with Maisy.

After Natasha, we didn’t think he’d come back. Natasha killed his father and nearly got Maisy gangbanged, and Kai still didn’t think she deserved to be killed. He gave her a pass. God knows how many passes he would have given her if Maisy didn’t decide to shoot her. Fuck. That was fucking unreal. Maisy knows how to use a gun. That also riles me up. She has so much information but she chooses to share only what she wants. There’s so much that we don’t know about her.

Coffee. That’s what I need. Coffee.

I get up, buck naked with my cock swinging left and right, and struggle to contain it inside my boxers. I don’t bother getting dressed – I know Lisa won’t be coming and it’s only Maisy and me here. Martin and Phil’s jobs ended when they got rid of Milan’s body last night. They’re probably gonna come back, but they’ll stick around outside.

And if by any chance I run into Maisy, well, so be it. Will I fuck her? I want to. I probably will.

Fucking Slav. I bang my fist against the door of my bedroom before stomping out and heading downstairs.

I won’t. I won’t fuck a Slav.

You’ve been fucking a Slav all this time. And loving it.

I throw a glance at Maisy’s room, just in case the door’s open. I really wish she’d had the guts to leave this morning. Maybe try to escape. That would have been great, because then I’d know what to do with her. Right at this moment, I’m stuck. When I’m alone with her, I either hate her or fucking crave her. And even when I hate her, I still crave her in a strange, insatiable way.

Once in the kitchen I keep myself busy, adding coffee grounds to the filter, then the water, and wait for it to brew. Leaning on the kitchen counter, I look around. Huh. I fucked her a few times in here.

Fuck! Evoking memories is for pussies.

I quickly turn to the coffeepot and pour the first few drops into my cup. I’m running out of patience with everything.

As I take my first sip, my eyes land on the far end of the kitchen counter, where the package I received yesterday is sitting. The package from Marina.

I stare at it for a few moments. Or maybe longer. My mind is so riled up over what has happened that I’m not sure I want to deal with this right now. But on the other hand…

Marina was really something. If only we had more people like her. I asked her for a favor and she did it, no questions asked. As if she was a Carte. And I know she actioned it instantly because she was taken by Milan that same night, when she left Kai’s house in Long Island.

I walk to the end of the kitchen counter and pick it up, double-checking the label – it says Dr. Marina Connely, and the name of the hospital she worked at.

I never thought I’d have an answer this fast. My PI has been fucking slow coming back to me with my requests. Either he’s dead or… Well, he better be dead. Fucking asshole!

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