Page 21 of Our Blood, Our Pain

“Like I said, possessive asshole, but who am I to judge?”

Exactly. I mean, Dima kidnapped Seb for fucks sake, so I would love to know what he considers going easy on someone.

With each step closer to Kai, my anger increases as the girl starts whispering into his ear. That’s it.

“What are you doing?”

My question stops the conversation between the budding fucking lovebirds. The girl looks at me, confused, and Kai just stands there gawking like he has witnessed the devil spawn from the ground. Damn fucking right I have. Yes I know, I have no right to be a dick, I don’t own him, and he doesn’t answer to me. But tell my mind and body that. This is all kinds of fucked up, but if he doesn’t walk away from this girl right now, I will physically remove him myself.

“What do you mean? I’m just talking. Jules, this is Chloe, Chloe, this is Jules, a work colleague.”

“A what, now?” I say.

“Err, should I leave?” Chloe says.

“Yes. You’re not needed here. Leave before I escort you out myself.”

“Jules! Stop it. What’s gotten into you?”

“You should be working, not trying to get your dick wet, Kai,” I say, and I’m aware I’m lying. I don’t want him near anyone.

“Dima said it was fine to have a drink with Seb at the bar. I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“Well Seb is on the other side of the bar, and she isn’t him,” I say, pointing to Chloe who we both now notice has left. Kai turns to me, and his beautiful face morphs into rage. It gets my blood flowing and my dick interested. Annoyed Kai does things to me, and I’m already one hundred percent addicted. I want to see what other reactions I can get out of him.

“You’re a controlling asshole, Jules. Why do you keep thinking the worst of me?”

“I don’t see any bad in you, Kai. That’s why I’m pushing you.”

“No, you’re being a cunt, and I would love to punch you in the face right now.”

Now we’re talking. Foreplay of the best kind. I move closer to Kai, barely an inch between us and I grab his throat with my hand, enjoying the soft skin of his neck. Our chests push together as I pull him close and I fucking love it.

“Give it a try, sweetheart. But I warn you, I will have you pinned on your back in seconds, begging for me to let you go,” I say. My voice has turned all caveman and growly, a voice that only Kai can get from me. He seems to have a hidden lock when it comes to my reaction to him as I’ve never felt like this about someone before. Feral. Hungry. Nasty and so damn horny.

Kai lifts both hands to try and remove my tight hold on him, but I don’t want to let go. His eyes darken, his pouty mouth panting against the strain on his throat, his words come out stubborn and raspy.

“I’d love to see you try. You underestimate me.”

“I always love an underdog,” I say as I squeeze him even tighter. His eyes close, and his cheeks pinken.

“Okay, can you guys leave now? I don’t want you fighting or fucking in the bar,” Seb says from beside us, removing us from the bubble that surrounds us. Shit, this is getting out of control.

“I second that. Get back to the house,” Dima says, who has appeared from thin air. Or maybe I was too taken up with Kai to notice him arrive.

“Don’t you need me to stay back?”

“If you two hadn’t been in a weird standoff, you’d have noticed Simon arrived. Now get out,” Dima orders. Kai quickly composes himself and walks off toward the exit as I follow closely behind him. He gets into my car and doesn’t speak.

“Kai…”

“Don’t. Can we just get back, please? You’re fucking with my head.”

“I’m not trying to fuck with your head. I’m trying to guide you, to remove any distractions,”

“I’m allowed to have fun. I wasn’t doing anything wrong,”

“Kai I swear to god, stop pushing me. You shouldn’t be flirting with anyone, and that’s final.”

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