Page 156 of Something So Strong

Arrogant and sexy as hell, Kai’s mouth curls on one side, the tip of his tongue snakes over his left canine tooth, and his eyes pierce through me.

Screw difficult. This man is impossible to keep a level head around.

“You knew what you were doing.”

“Did I?”

“So you weren’t trying to claim me when you took a black Sharpie and scribbled your name on the most prominent vacant real estate I had left?” The words drip from his lips like molasses and I focus on his tongue as it travels around his mouth, pushes on his cheeks, then comeback to glide across his teeth.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His left shoulder jerks in the most apathetic shrug I’ve ever seen. “Guess I don’t need to wear shorts in the summer, then.”

He got me.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“And I guess you can find something else to suck on.”

Before he has a chance to reply, I shove him back and head to my wardrobe.

“Don’t you walk away from me.”

“I’m only doing what I’m told.” I glance back at him with enough spoiled brat energy to make even the strongest man self-combust, because I’m that much of a glutton for punishment.

I can feel Kai’s eyes on me just as heavily as if they were his nails scratching my skin, and I have to consciously take a deep breath because it’s far too easy to get drunk on the dominance that radiates from him whenever he tries to prove a point.

Dinner is going to be hard.

I mean, if he’s gagging for it this much, I really should just let him blow me.

But…

God, the buildup is addictive.

And when you have a boyfriend as chronically orally fixated as I do, it’s so fun to tease him to the point of eruption. It takes edging to a whole other tyrannical level. Lips swollen pink from his own desperate need for the itch to be scratched. Eyes hazy with lust. His mouth—like a dog—salivating, spit pooling beneath his tongue in desperation.

It’s disgusting how much I love it…

I take my navy and white striped Henley from its coat hanger and pull it over my head.

“You’ve only got ten minutes now and you still have to get the van.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” This time he does huff, but the bed creaks beneath his weight as he moves.

“Just get moving.” Back still to Kai, I takeout my black Balmain biker jacket, then close the closet.

With another huff, I hear him pull on his sweatpants and trudge to the door.

“Make sure your hair’s pulled up. You’ve had it out since yesterday.”

I smirk to myself as he slams the door behind him.

Fuck, my boyfriend’s hot. Like, why the hell don’t you have a modeling contract, hot. And don’t get me started on the 90s Parisian chic outfit he’s wearing tonight.

Unsurprisingly, the main street is packed with people. Combining that with the snow and lights, it almost feels like we could be in New York or London as we weave through the bodies.

And that makes me anxious.

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