“I—I need to breathe,” I gasp, and Kai smiles.
He pulls away from me, pulling his phone out and pressing a few buttons before placing it back in his pocket.
My chest heaves, taking in greedy gulps of air.
Kai’s eyes trace over my face, and I feel it as if it’s a physical touch. “One day you’ll learn to watch that mouth.”
I glare at him, wishing so bad I could tackle him and come out the winner, though I know that’s highly unlikely.
“You’re not to leave this room unless I give you permission,” he says.
I scowl. “What if I have to pee?”
He nods his head to the side. “There’s the bathroom.”
I look over and see his en-suite bathroom. Of course. Fucking spoiled rich boy.
“My dad will come and slit our throats in the middle of the night,” I say nonchalantly as if I’m not scared shitless.
“He can fucking try,” Kai says, pulling out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket and putting them on his hand.
I roll my eyes. “Wow, that’ll stop him.”
Kai gives me his signature evil smirk. “I love how much confidence you have in me, love.”
For some reason, my stomach dips when he calls me love.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Kai says.
In comes River again, carrying a tray of delicious smelling food and causing my stomach to growl.
She sets it down on the nightstand next to Kai’s king sized bed and gives me a small smile and Kai a mock salute before leaving.
“Eat,” Kai demands.
“I’m not hungry,” I mumble because I don’t want to give in to his every demand. But he sees right through it.
“Eat,” is all he says again, and when we just stare one another down, I see his light eyes darken before he stomps over to me and grabs my arm. He drags me to his bed, and then sets the tray on my lap.
“I won’t tell you again.” His voice is a low rumble, then he licks his lips, his eyes scanning me up and down. “You’re going to need your strength for what I have in store for you, love.”
“What is this, boot camp?”
“In a way,” he says, leaning against the wall and watches me the way a wolf would a rabbit. He fingers the brass knuckles in his hand and somehow manages to make it look seductive.
I swallow hard and look away, but I hear him as he walks closer to me.
He grabs my jaw forcefully. “Open,” he demands.
He squeezes tighter, making me open on instinct, and then fills a spoon full of soup and puts it in my mouth.
He closes my lips and tilts my head back. “Swallow,” he demands.
I glare at him with angry eyes but have no choice but to obey.
This close to him and I see just how hypnotizing his eyes are and I have to force myself from reacting to his scent as it envelops me.
“Again,” he says and repeats the action, feeding me once more.
We do this a few times until I actually am feeling better and satisfied.
He splays his palm on my chest and pushes me down so I’m laying on the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, although we both know what he’s doing. “I don’t want this, Kai.”
“Too fucking bad,” he replies.
He yanks my pants down. “This will take the edge off, love.” He smirks while he says this, but there’s an underlying sadness in his eyes as if he knows how I feel. Which is silly. Kai fucking Pierce is not empathetic.
His fingers play with the waistline of my pants making chills erupt all over my body before he pulls them down slowly.
He brings up his fist, brass knuckles covering his fingers. “You mocked me earlier for this,” he says, gesturing to the brass knuckles. “I'm going to make you regret it now, love.”
He glides the cold steel down my stomach before it reaches the apex of my thighs.
“Ya know, for someone who doesn’t want me, your pussy sure is soaked,” he says huskily.
“Fuck you,” I say breathily yet trying to keep my composure.
“I plan to do that with you, love,” he says darkly.
He slides the knuckles between my pissy lips so, so slowly.
I can’t help but spread my thighs, seeking more of his touch, and hating myself every second of it.
He gives his signature dark chuckle. “That’s fucking right.”
The cool metal slides between my wetness back and forth until I start to squirm. Then Kai starts circling my clit while sliding a finger in the entrance of my sex.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out.
My hips buck against his fist.
“One wrong move,” he rasps, “and I could hurt you.”
“Why do you want to hurt me so bad?” I whisper, trying not to lose myself in sensation.
“Because you deserve it,” he growls, a terrifying glint entering his eyes as he applies more pressure to my pussy.
I bite my lip hard, closing my eyes. I’m clenching and unclenching around his finger, but I feel my climax coming. It’s right there...so close.
But then he stops.
I whimper. “No.”
My eyes pop open while my chest rises and falls rapidly. There’s that same evil glint still in Kai’s eyes as he lifts the brass knuckles and licks my juices off of them.
“Just remember, Desiree. I can inflict pain just as quickly as pleasure.”
Then his hands are on me again. Harder this time. The circles in my clit are so precise and fast it barely feels different than my vibrator.
I scream, my head thrashing back and forth as my orgasm rips through me so violently.
“These brass knuckles better be good luck now all coated in you,” Kai says.
I watch him with my chest still heaving.
“Next time, I won’t let you come unless you answer my questions.” His voice is hard and intimidating causing me to immediately stiffen. I hate when men use that tone with me.
“What do you think I know?” I ask. “I’m not some sort of undercover spy, Kai. I’m literally barely even an adult. There’s nothing special about me or any
