To drive my point home, I delivered a solid roundhouse kick to the side of his head. It was a move that required every fucking inch of my leg span because he was so freaking tall, and it unbalanced me for a second.
Kai took the opportunity, going for my supporting leg to try and knock me to the mat, and I just barely managed to tuck and roll back to my feet before he pinned me down. No joke, a guy his size would have an infinite advantage on the ground, so I tried to avoid it as long as possible.
Not to say I couldn’t still win from the floor, it was just harder.
“Shit, you’re slippery,” he muttered, and I gasped with laughter. I mean… yeah. Fighting with Kai did that to me, apparently.
That moment of distraction gave him the upper hand, and the next thing I knew, I was pinned beneath his bulk, his hands holding my wrists tight to the mat.
“Unfair advantage,” I complained. “You short-circuited my brain.”
His grin was pure victory, but as he leaned down to kiss me, I bucked and rolled with all my strength, knocking him off and reversing our positions so that it was me pinning him to the mat. Of course, now I was straddling him, and there was no mistaking the fact that he also got turned on by our brief sparring session.
“You win,” he grunted, rocking his hips so that his erection ground right against my core. “Now what?”
Shit. So much for keeping my hands off Kai.
Deep down, I knew that had been a stupid fucking idea anyway.
29
Sex with Danny was easily my favorite addiction. Given half an opportunity, I’d never let her put on clothes again. She was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough. For a full day, I managed to convince her to stay naked, and we fucked all over the house. I blew my load in her so many times I lost count, and only let her sleep when I was pretty sure I’d pulled a muscle in my groin.
She didn’t bother showering or dressing before crashing into bed, not even pulling a blanket up over herself. The woman had no modesty whatsoever, and nor should she with a body like that. She was a fucking goddess.
I sat there beside the bed for way too long, staring at her like a goddamn creep. The wet sheen of my cum still glistened on her thighs, and I eventually had to leave the room before doing something totally perverted, like take photos.
Gritting my teeth, I knew I needed to deal with something important. Something time-sensitive. And it wasn’t something I could ask my sister to handle for me. I needed to do it myself.
So with a heart of lead, I wrote out a note to my Siren and left it on the pillow beside her, then let myself out of the house. I made sure to reactivate all the security systems and walked down the long driveway to the ornate front gates.
The car service I’d called was waiting for me there, and I cast one last longing look up at the mansion behind me. I hated leaving her. It went against every instinct in my body. But this was the best way I could protect her, even if she didn’t think she needed it.
Still, the knowledge that I was helping her didn’t lessen the anxiety churning in my belly as the car service drove me away, taking me to the private airfield on the south side of Shadow Grove. Jae was there, waiting for me as arranged, and I needed to force my feet up the stairs to the jet.
“Boss man,” Jae greeted me with a huge smile. “I missed your grumpy ass.” He grabbed me in a burly hug, and I just grunted a nonverbal response.
“Let’s go,” I muttered. “I don’t want this to take any longer than it needs to.”
Jae gave me a curious look as he closed up the cabin door. “How is she?”
There was an edge of intense interest in his question that raised my defenses. “None of your fucking business, Jae,” I snarled. “She’s mine.”
His hands went up, and he gave a nervous laugh. “Whoa, boss, I wasn’t implying otherwise. Just wanted to ask how she was doing. Mo said she was pretty bruised up when you guys met up with her the other night.”
I glared, not buying his innocent shit. When I’d returned to the island after Sam nearly killed Danny, I’d found her unconscious in Jae’s bed, while Jae hovered over her with his pants undone. He was damn lucky I hadn’t killed him then and there. Probably his only saving grace was that I hadn’t fallen for her then. Not as hard as I had now.
“Just fly the fucking plane, Jae.”
I slouched into a seat and pulled my phone out, dismissing him. He muttered something under his breath but went to do as I told him. A few minutes later, we were wheels up and on our way back to my second home. It wasn’t always practical to fly all the way back to Europe when so much of our business was conducted in North America. So we had a secondary base on a small hundred acre island in the British Virgin Islands.
Even being closer than Croatia, it was still a good seven hours flying time, so I settled in. I was so exhausted from the day of activity with my siren my body was practically begging for sleep. The moment we reached cruising altitude, I reclined my seat into a flat bed and curled up to rest.
It took longer than I’d have liked to fall asleep, though. I missed her already. Eventually I had to grab a couple of pillows to hug just to trick my brain into letting me sleep.
When Jae shook me awake, I almost punched him. I’d been in the middle of a dream about silken, snow-colored hair draped over my thighs while a pair of perfect crimson lips slid up and down my dick, and I seriously didn’t appreciate the interruption.
“We’re home, boss,” Jae told me with a smirk that I wanted to smack off his smug face. Then I realized I was effectively humping a pillow. Fuck’s sake.
Clearing my throat and thinking unsexy thoughts, I pulled my game face on. I wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible so I could get back to Shadow Grove. All I could do was hope she actually read my note and didn’t think I’d left for the fun of it. Idiot that I was, I hadn’t taken her number so I couldn’t text her.
I also had to hope that fucking snake Leon didn’t suddenly decide to come back for her while I was gone. The way her eyes softened when she spoke of him scared me. She was too attached, and he needed to be taken care of. Sooner rather than later.
“So, what’s the game plan?” Jae asked as we disembarked the jet. “You just here to question the prisoner, or…”
I grunted. Yeah, that extra detail needed taking care of. “That too.”
We hopped into the golf cart that was left at the edge of the airstrip, and Jae drove us back to the house where the rest of my team should be waiting. They’d come back here after the little territory dispute that Mo handled, taking a couple of weeks’ downtime while plotting out our next strike on the Guild and their Project Remus. It was something I should be here for. I should be the one driving the mission forward and motivating the others, but my heart wasn’t in it.
Arriving at the house, I stormed inside like I was planning on shooting everyone in sight. Eli spotted me first, silently questioning my arrival before melting away out of sight. He’d known me long enough to see the murderous rage I was in the grips of. It was a rage I’d forced myself to put a lid on for the better part of two days, but now it was all spilling over.
“Sam!” I bellowed, my voice bouncing through the house. When he didn’t immediately appear, I turned my scowl on Jae. “Find him. Drag him out here by his balls if you need to.”
Jae’s eyes were wide as he nodded, murmuring his understanding. He didn’t understand, though. He had no fucking clue. But he was about to find out.
“Hey, Kai!” Cyryl called out coming inside from the pool with a towel draped over his shoulders. “What’s with the thunderous expression, my man? You couldn’t blow your load again now that she’s not scared?” He winked, teasing, but I wasn’t fucking amused.
“Where’s Sam?” I snarled instead.
Cyryl shook his head, confusion clear on his face. “I dunno, boss. I’ll go find him for you, though.”
I was seething now. “Good. Do that and hold him here. I need to go chat with our guest.”
Not waiting around for Cyryl to ask questions, I stormed over to the stairs and stomped my angry ass down to the basement. This island wasn’t set up like Croatia, with a dungeon. Instead, we just had our prisoner handcuffed to an exposed pipe in the laundry, and he gave me a calm appraisal when I threw the door open.
“Ares himself,” the guy said, his lip curling with a sneer. “Finally gracing me with your presence, huh?”