I frowned at the wall. “Torturing that guy? I wanted to know who the fuck put such an insulting hit on me, that’s all.”
He gave a soft laugh, and it warmed me. Why was I so infatuated with this man? His whole caveman, protector bullshit was exactly what I usually hated in men, because it implied that I couldn’t protect myself. That I was somehow incapable. Yet Kai didn’t make me feel like that, he just made me feel… oh shit.
Swallowing the lump of panic that just bubbled up in my throat, I pushed my ass back against him, attempting to distract us both from how heavy the conversation was about to get.
Kai wasn’t fooled, though. He just ground his hard dick against my ass and bit the exposed flesh of my shoulder softly. “Danny DeLuna. You wanted to show me the real you. You wanted me to understand how different you are from the woman I fell in love with.”
Oh shit.
“But what you don’t seem to understand is that you’re not different. I didn’t fall for the fragile dove that sobbed and begged for her life. I fell for the feisty survivor who literally laughed in the face of extended torture.”
Oops, he saw that? I wasn’t being as careful as I thought I was.
“I thought I’d imagined it,” he continued, kissing my shoulder with reverence. “But then when you swam away like the fucking siren you are, I knew. I knew I was right. You’d been laughing… and I couldn’t get it out of my head. How strong you are. How confident and utterly fucking talented. That hard as granite look in your eye when I chased you to the bridge, and the way you so blatantly lied to my face about how little you cared for me. That’s the woman I love. All you proved tonight was how incredible you are, Danny DeLuna. My Siren. All you achieved was to make me fall harder than I ever thought possible.”
My words stuck in my throat, and panicked tears pricked at my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for this. Not even slightly. All I could do to ground myself was focus on our hands pressed against the wall. How the blood from mine was now smeared over Kai’s, like some kind of demonic handfasting ritual.
Shit. No. That line of thought was not helping.
“Kai…” I started to say, but… what? What the fuck did I have to say back to that? He’d literally stolen all coherent thought from my brain, and I was just… I was in shock. That had to be it.
“Shut up,” he growled. “You’re going to try and brush this off, make excuses and pretend you don’t feel the same. I don’t want to fucking hear it, Danny. Everything I’ve said is the honest truth, and I think with some time to process, you’ll believe me. But right now, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit denials.”
Stunned, I parted my lips to snap back at him. Probably to do exactly what he was accusing me of. But he was serious when he said he didn’t want to hear it, and clapped a hand over my mouth before I could even get a word out.
A surprised noise escaped me, muffled by his huge hand, but then he was shifting his hips, the tip of his cock finding my pussy. He thrust inside with one rough push, and his hand over my mouth was the only thing that saved me headbutting the wall. Fuck me, I forgot how big he felt inside my cunt.
I shuddered with pleasure as he rocked his hips, pushing deeper without pulling out, and a muffled moan bounced through the shower. It felt so good.
“You love that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice husky. “You fucking love feeling my dick inside you, stretching your tight little pussy to its limit.”
Oh shit. Really? Dirty talk while I’m essentially gagged? That wasn’t playing fair at all.
But he also wasn’t wrong. I arched my back, pushing back onto his dick and rocking with a wordless plea for more. Harder, faster, all of it.
“Ah yes,” he gasped, pulling out only a little way before slamming back in hard, his hips smacking against my butt. “Keep your hands on the wall, Siren. Don’t fucking move them, understood?”
I nodded against his hand, because only an idiot would disagree with this version of Kai. I was argumentative at the best of times outside the bedroom, but this was a situation where I was more than happy to comply.
“Good girl,” he purred, removing his hand from mine and cupping one of my breasts.
I moaned and shivered with desire, because little did he know, he’d just echoed Leon’s praise from our video call. Shit. There might be something a little wrong with me, after all. Maybe some kind of psychological bullshit from never knowing my parents? Always seeking validation and acknowledgement? Probably.
Whatever it was, I didn’t care. Because the way Kai was rolling my nipple between his fingers and grinding his dick inside me was sending me insane.
I whimpered and moaned, rocking against him in a plea for more, and he kissed my shoulder with teeth. It made my whole body tingle, feeling the stinging scrape of his bite.
“Were you thinking about me?” he demanded in a rough voice, his thrusts getting firmer as he shifted his hand to my waist. “When you were fucking yourself earlier? He thought it was all for him, but I bet you were thinking about me too.”
Okay, look, I’d be lying if Kai and his dick hadn’t crossed my mind. Good thing his hand was still clamped over my mouth, so I didn’t have to answer that question. Instead, I just groaned and rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts as they got more intense.
Kai’s breathing was harsh now, matching my own, and I could feel my orgasm sneaking up. It hadn’t been all that long since my Purple Pussy Eater session, so my clit was extra sensitive, and the angle Kai was fucking me almost seemed to strike it from the inside.
“Christ, Siren,” he panted, “it feels so fucking good to be inside you again. I’m going to fill this filthy pussy up with my cum and watch it drip down these perfect thighs. I’m going to make you touch yourself while I watch, make you use my cum as lube while you fuck yourself with that vibrator again. Then…”
He trailed off, his hand massaging my butt cheek while I waited with baited breath. Then what?
The suspense was killing me.
“Then,” he continued, his thrusts picking up speed as my pussy walls tightened with an impending orgasm, “I wanna come all over again. In here.” He pushed his index finger into my ass, and I cried out against his palm. He pumped that finger a few times, keeping rhythm with his cock, then added a second.
I moaned, my orgasm right on the ledge as he stretched out my hole and pumped faster with his dick.
“I’m gonna fuck you here and make sure you’re dripping with my cum from both holes.”
Oh shit, Kai. Talk about turning up the filth.
I loved it.
A split second later, and I was screaming into his palm as my pussy locked up, waves upon waves of intense pleasure sweeping through me, but Kai didn’t stop to ride it out. His fingers dug into my face as he held on tight, fucking me with his dick and his fingers at a frenzied pace until I felt his shaft pulsing inside me. The rush of liquid heat delivered exactly what he promised—for the first part, anyway.
He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he released my face and pressed his lips to my neck, his breathing as hard as mine as he kissed my bruised skin. With his cock still buried inside me, he guided us both under the spray of water, washing away the blood still coating my skin with gentle caresses.
Neither one of us spoke as the blood-tinted water swirled around our feet and down the drain, then Kai proceeded to wash my body with soap. All without removing his dick from my pussy.
Some minutes later as he washed the soap bubbles from my breasts, his fingers toying with my nipples, I moaned. He twitched within me in answer, and I cast a surprised look over my shoulder.
“Seriously?” I whispered, shocked but not at all disappointed.
He just smirked back at me, then slowly started moving once more. He wasn’t totally hard again, so he only rocked back and forth an inch or so, but it was enough. My breath caught as his soapy fingers found my clit, rubbing me into another toe-curling orgasm while he was still getting harder.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered as I quaked in his arms, my knees like jelly. My pussy was still clenching up, and I could feel how thick and firm he was again. “Never doubt how I feel for you again, Danny DeLuna. I’m in love, and every second we spend together, it only gets stronger.”
I moaned, blissed right the fuck out, but not totally stupid.
“No, you’re not,” I disagreed, “you’re just cunt drunk. You’ll get over it.”
A deep, angry rumble vibrated his chest, and he held me tighter. “Apparently, I should have kept you quiet for longer. You need time to process.”
I gave a short laugh. “Oh yeah? What—” Are you going to do about it?