Page 138 of Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

Kai’s voice bangs on my eardrum. “Can you handle more?”

“Yes!”

His breath is ragged as he puts a third finger in, and twinkling lights buzz under my eyelids. The headboard bangs against the wall with a loud thud as his fingers fuck me relentlessly, mouth latched to my clit like his life depends on it.

A climax barrels down toward me at lightning speed.

I’m teetering on the edge, my toes curling. My abs hurt.

And Kai keeps going.

I’m going to die!

I dig my nails into the comforter, trying to hold onto something, anything. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit, yes!”

Pleasure explodes from within, shooting round and round like my organs are caught in a tornado. I get dizzy. Kai’s name falls from my lips in a hoarse cry as another orgasm rocks me to my core. The world whites out, and there’s nothing but him and this moment and all-consuming ecstasy.

Life has never been so good.

The world slowly comes back into focus, our breaths mingling as the high subsides. Kai’s satisfied grin mirrors the bliss coursing through me. I melt against the pillows, chest heaving, body still humming with aftershocks.

I can’t think straight. Or in a triangle.

Kai lies beside me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, his dick soft now. “You needed that,” he says, voice laced with humor and pride.

More like craved.

A laugh bubbles up from within me, light and carefree.

“Is that your limit?” he asks.

“For now, it is, yes.”

I want to try something, though. My eyes close as I try to remember where I hide the scarves I keep for colder days.

“I want to do something to you,” I say, the fear of Eric’s behavior still swirling in my head. But tying Kai up means he can’t thrust too deep or grab my hair to choke me with his dick.

Kai raises an eyebrow, curious and lustful. “Oh? We agreed it was just you...”

My next sentence is shaky. “I want to erase him completely, please.”

I’ll have to channel my inner dominatrix, but I truly want to try. As I go to the closet, memories of Eric flicker like a broken reel. His control, his manipulation. But with Kai, this moment is different.

I find a silky red scarf in the drawer and a pure white one nestled under sweaters. Their texture feels luxurious against my palms.

When I turn toward the bed, scarves in hand, Kai’s dick spring up. “Fuck yes. Bring it, love.” His eyes narrow and widen; his upper lip twitches, and I’m in front of a panther, letting a baby deer tie it to the bedframe.

“Looking thrilled, Mr. Kiken,” I tease.

Who am I?

“Never been tied up.” All his teeth shine while he shoots me the brightest yet scariest smile he’s ever given me. “I’d let you do anything to me if it brought you pleasure.”

He stretches out on the bed, muscles taut, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. I approach him with purpose.

“Let’s see how you like it,” I murmur.

I start with the red scarf, looping it around his wrist. His chest heaves, and his eyes darken to a feral gleam. Now, the white one.

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