“Not yet,” I whisper, my breath hot against his skin. “I want to savor this.”
His exasperation echoes in the house, but he nods.
I feel bold, daring, and vulnerable all at once. “I’ve been doing this out of fear and necessity for so long. I don’t even remember enjoying it… until now.” I take Kai into my mouth and gently bob as saliva drips down my lips. “It feels so good to have you trembling like this. For me.”
And three other sincere ups and downs with my hand massaging his balls.
My soul sings of its liberation.
This is power.
Lips gliding along his dick, my teeth press into his flesh to make him shudder. His moans fill the room, a symphony of raw need and submission.
Kai’s breath stutters, his eyes rolling back as my pace slows. “Yes. Fuck, I’m seeing stars.”
I let my nails drag down to his hips again, causing him to hiss sharply through clenched teeth. My movements are an intricate dance of pleasure and pain. His hips buck, seeking more contact, more release.
Kai’s eyes shut, and a tear rolls down his right cheek.
And then, boom. His orgasm takes me by surprise. I was going so slowly.
Kai’s entire body seizes, jerking against the restraints as his climax crashes over him. His moans turn into a guttural roar, the hot surge of his release filling my mouth.
And then, I remember Kai won’t hit me if I don’t swallow. So, I wait until his muscles go slack and spit the cum out in a tissue. A few tissues. Damn.
He doesn’t taste half as bad as Eric did.
Kai collapses back onto the bed, struggling to catch his breath. His eyes are closed, sweat glistening on his skin under the room’s dim light. Slowly, I untied his wrists, leaving red marks where the bindings held him captive.
He rubs his wrists and then turns to look at me. “That was intense. Come here.”
We bask in our post-orgasmic glow for a while, catching our breaths and trying to regain some semblance of normality. Then I realize the journey ahead of us, a life on the run.
Well, it seems I didn’t write my resignation letter for nothing.
Chapter 28
Victor Salem
The room is still. A welcome quiet after the passionate sounds that filled it just moments ago. I take in Kai’s glistening, toned body with a small smile playing on his lips.
Kai, baby, I love you.
I lie beside him, my mind racing about our precarious situation. We can’t afford to stay in one place for too long. I glance at the bedside clock, and it reads 10:17 p.m.
Kai turns his head to me, his intense gaze is still present despite his half-lidded eyes. “Rory will be here soon. Better put some clothes on.”
“Okay. Did you give him the address?” It’s dangerous for him to know where we are.
“No need to worry. He’ll call when he reaches Nay’s seaside.”
Relief washes over me.
Rory spikes my curiosity. “You said he was in hiding earlier... why?” He seems so unreal.
“Some trouble in Vancouver.” Kai’s tone is filled with anger.
Shock courses through me. “What!” If Rory was in Vancouver, he could be the one who raided the safe house.