“I will when you uncuff me,” I say, annoyed.
“Where would be the fun in that?” He asks with a sinister smile.
Anger courses through me and an evil idea pops into my mind. “I can tell you Chad’s favorite part of my body that he liked to lick.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s hovering over top of me. His eyes narrow into angry slits while he bares his teeth at me. “You lie,” he hisses. “That motherfucker could have never made you come like I have or made you feel the way I have. You can talk shit all you want, but I can read your body, love, and I know it wants me and only me.”
“Oh, he made me come,” I lie. “He was so good,” I moan, licking my lips with what I hope is a dreamy expression on my face as if I’m remembering those sexy times now.
Kai flips me onto my stomach quickly, and I squeak as my wrist tugs on the metal band locked around it. He pulls my shorts down and a loud clap echoes in the room as he slaps my bare ass.
I cry out, my muscles tensing. Flight or fight instincts kicking in.
“Let. Me. Fucking. Go.”
Kai doesn’t answer me, his legs on either side of my back feel like sharp stones digging into my hips. Instead, I feel something slide around my neck and I gasp. My first instinct is to reach my hand toward my neck but Kai grabs it, tutting me.
“This means you’re officially mine, Desiree,” Kai says in a throaty voice.
He flips me back over, my breasts swaying with the motion, and Kai stares at them greedily. I want his mouth on them. His teeth. I want to feel that zing of pleasure.
He’s right.
My body has started to crave him. And even though it makes no sense, there’s a sense of security I feel when his arms are around me.
I’ve got to snap out of this. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Kai is the farthest thing from safe.
He opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out a key, actually uncuffing me from the bed. I wince, then squeal as he throws me over his shoulder, my bare ass in the air. I scream.
“For fucks sake, Kai. What now?”
He chuckles and then sets me down, facing me in front of his full length mirror.
There’s a black choker around my neck.
My fingers trace it lightly. Somehow, it seems delicate.
“Told you I’d put a collar around your pretty neck,” Kai whispers in my ear, his nose skimming the side of my face.
“So this was just another way of you proving your control?” I ask, trying to hide my disappointment because, for whatever reason, I wanted this to be a gift.
God, he’s given me a few orgasms and I’ve slept in his bed and it’s like my brain thinks he’s Prince Charming all of a sudden.
Kai stands behind me, his long fingers resting at my hips. He’s a full head taller than me, and he watches me with his head cocked to the side.
“It means you’re mine now,” he says seductively, fingering the piece around my neck. “When people see this, they’ll know.”
His fingertip travels down the valley between my breasts, and I shiver.
“There’s no escaping me, Desiree,” he whispers.
His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing lightly. Both of our eyes are heavily lidded with desire.
“I don’t know anything about Chad,” I tell him breathily. “I’m not the one you should be interrogating.”
His hand tightens around my neck. “But what I have here is what Chad desires most,” says Kai sinisterly. “And I’m gonna do whatever I want with it.”
And with that, his hand dives to the spot between my thighs. “Aw, look how ready for me you are, love.”
My head falls back against his chest while a soft moan escapes my lips. He gathers my wetness with his finger before circling my clit.
My hips instantly start rocking. God, I want this so bad. My eyes close when he adds more pressure.
“Open your eyes,” he commands. “Watch my finger fuck your tight little pussy.”
My eyes pop open and the air leaves my lungs in a rush at the sight of us in the mirror. I look and feel so small in his hold. And I’m completely under his control. The reminder has me eyeing the collar around my neck.
I’d never admit it aloud, but he’s right. He could own me if he wanted. Look at me now—putty in his hands.
He moves his fingers faster and harder against my clit and I cry out, my eyes narrowing, wanting to close.
But I keep them trained on his eyes, which are filled with such a visceral need that it’s almost tangible.
I feel a deep need curl in my lower belly, alerting me that my climax is near.
Then, Kai suddenly stops.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, but he doesn’t continue and clenches his jaw.
“Tell me,” Kai growls, his eyes burning with anger, lust, contempt. “Do you know what Anderson’s next move is?” he asks.
“Kai,” I whisper, bucking my hips and on the verge of begging for him to let me come. “Please.”
He growls. “Desiree. Tell me.”
“I don’t know!” my voice raises. “He doesn’t trust me. If he was planning something, he’d never tell me.”
He starts moving his finger again, and I moan. I bite my lip hard, my hand falling on top of his, adding more pressure. I arch my back, my mouth falling open as my orgasm bursts through me.
“Kai,” I gasp his name as if he’s the only thing tethering me to Earth, and I guess in this moment, he is.
When the tremors of my orgasm fade, Kai flips me around, setting me on the sink, and unzips his pants roughly.
“What are you doing?!” I ask, panicked.
“What does it look like?” he rasps. “I’m about to fuck you until your throat’s raw from screaming my name.”
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper.
He laughs. “Yeah, okay. I’ll believe that you dated fucking Chad Anderson
