Page 46 of Our Blood, Our Pain

“I can always make it a week?”

“You’re fucking cruel,” he sneers at me, and I’m overjoyed. The feisty and confident Kai is starting to make an appearance.

“If you think that’s cruel, then you're naive. Unless you want me to show you cruel?”

“Fucker.”

“Keep going with the insults. It makes me so hot seeing you lose your shit.”

“You’re fucking crazy. You’re no different than the psycho brothers.”

That makes me laugh. I wouldn’t say I’m a psycho, but I get what I want, and I don’t mind who I have to take down to get it.

“Give me a kiss,” I ask, lowering my voice.

“No,” he says, crossing his arms in defiance.

“Last chance. Give me a kiss, or you won't come for a week.”

“Then I’ll just jerk off.”

“You won’t be able to when I put you in a cock cage.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

“Oh I would. Even if I have to get the brothers to hold you down while I do it. I told you before, you’re mine, and I’ll do what I want. And I want a kiss.”

It’s so amusing, watching the conflicting expressions pass over Kai’s face. He wants to fight back, he wants to submit, he wants to punch me in the face, and he also loves this and wants to kiss me.

“You're still an asshole,” he says before surging forward to kiss me. Tongues dancing in a sultry dance. I can feel my dick start to stir again. Even with his resistance, Kai melts into me, losing himself in the kiss, his cute mewls have me wanting to fuck him so hard, but we have shit to do. Regretfully, I end the kiss and take him in my arms.

“You need to shower, then eat. We have a long night ahead of us.”

“Yeah. I guess,” he says, sighing out the words.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m nervous. Last time, it was too much, and I’m not sure I can stomach it down in that room again.”

“It’ll get easier.”

“But what if it doesn’t? Will the brothers be mad?”

“You can’t help it, Kai. We’ll just have to ask them not to include you on that side of things, or you could just watch. Ivan is starting this week, so it might not be a problem, he loves that shit.”

“Ivan?”

“Dima and Lev’s cousin. He’s moving here this weekend to work with us.”

“Oh. That might be good. Is he nice?”

“Do you think Dima and Lev are nice?”

“No…not nice.”

“Then there’s your answer. He’s more talkative than the brothers, so don't worry.”

“You keep saying that, yet all I do is worry.”

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