Page 19 of Dead Devil's Playground
His hands tear at my dress, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the quiet apartment. I should be angry—it was expensive—but instead, I help him, clawing at the material until it falls away in tatters.
Kai lifts me in one fluid motion, carrying me to the dining table. He sweeps his arm across it, sending papers flying to the floor before setting me down on the cool surface.
"I need to fuck you," he growls against my mouth. "Need to feel you come apart."
I reach for his belt, desperate to feel him against me, inside me. He bats my hands away, making quick work of his own clothes until he stands before me, naked and hard.
"Spread your legs," he commands, and I obey without hesitation, my thighs falling open for him. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my lace underwear, yanking until the delicate fabric tears with a satisfying snap. I growl at him, the sound primal and warning, though we both know I won't stop him.
He drags a finger through my slick heat, his eyes never leaving mine. "Already wet for me. Always so ready."
I arch against his touch, needing more. "Fuck me, don’t tease me, Kai."
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me, and I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. He doesn't give me time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has the table creaking beneath us.
"This is what you need," he pants, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "To be fucked until you can't think about anything else."
“Fuck, yesssss,” I moan.
He's right. With each thrust, the rage inside me transforms into something else—something just as primal but infinitely more pleasurable. My nails rake down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, and he hisses in approval.
"That's it, gorgeous. Mark me. Claim me."
I'm close already, the adrenaline and anger pushing me toward the edge faster than usual. Kai senses it, his movements becoming more deliberate, hitting exactly where I need him.
"I can feel your pussy clenching around me," he growls, his voice rough with exertion. "So tight—"
The elevator dings.
My eyes snap open, my body freezing like a startled animal as Hudson steps into our apartment. His expression shifts from urgent to shocked to carefully blank in the space of a heartbeat.
"Fuck," Hudson curses, turning his back to us. "I sent you a message saying I was coming up."
Kai doesn't even slow his pace, his grip on my hips tightening as he continues to drive into me. "I know," he pants, not bothering to look over his shoulder.
The interruption has sent my impending orgasm retreating, leaving me suspended in a state of frustrated arousal. I bite back a whimper of disappointment. My face burns, but my body betrays me, still responding to his relentless rhythm despite—or perhaps because of—our audience.
"We need to go to the Playground," Hudson says, his voice tight with barely controlled irritation. "Now. Your pretty boy dancer sent a message. There's trouble."
Kai laughs, low and dark. "Well, you see, we have a problem." His hips snap forward, making me gasp. "We're not going anywhere until she comes, and she's nowhere near doing that now.” He glances over his shoulder, his smile all teeth. "So you better fucking help if you want us to go anywhere."
Hudson's shoulders go rigid.
"Tick tock, Hudson," Kai taunts, his rhythm never faltering.
He growls, a sound so feral it sends a shiver down my spine and has me clenching around Kai again. "You're a fucking asshole, Kai."
Hudson
Ishouldwalkout.That would be the smart move. The professional move.
Instead, I'm frozen, my back to them but unable to erase the image already burned into my eyes—Rylan spread out on the dining table, her body flushed and trembling as Kai drives into her. That fucking teal hair I chose for her spilled across the wooden surface like some exotic ocean. Her perfect mouth open in a silent gasp.
Two fucking years I've kept my distance. Two years of iron control while I watched the twins possess her in every way imaginable. And now Kai has the audacity to invite me in like it's nothing.
"Last chance, Hudson," Kai calls out, his voice strained with exertion. "Either help or wait outside like a good boy."
My resolve shatters like glass. I turn slowly, my eyes immediately finding hers. She's watching me, those blue eyeswide with shock and something darker, hungrier. Her chest heaves with each of Kai's thrusts, her skin glistening with sweat.
