Milo kisses the top of Kai’s head. “I couldn’t wait to show Kai.”
I bet you couldn’t wait.
I rub my neck as I stare up at the sparks in the sky. Other than tackling Milo, I have nothing left. I have no plan.
“Got anything?” I whisper to Liesel.
She shakes her head.
Fuck.
When I look up again, Milo is kissing Kai. His hand is on her ass, and she leans in as her eyes close like she’s enjoying the kiss.
I lose it. I growl under my breath.
“Enzo, you can’t make a scene,” Liesel warns.
She’s right. I see two men on the deck who I know are Milo’s security. I don’t have a weapon to defend myself. And I won’t put Liesel nor Kai at risk.
Milo whispers something in Kai’s ear, and she smiles brightly, her eyes hooded. And then I watch as they descend back down the stairs without a word or glance in our direction.
I’ve faced plenty of problems before, but none I couldn’t solve or fix.
I’m not pissed because I’m going to lose this round.
I’m pissed because Kai kissed him.
I’m pissed because he’s taking her to his private quarters.
And I’m pissed she’s going to fuck him with my cum still inside her, all so she can beat me.
“Enzo? It’s just a game. There will be other rounds. This is just the first battle. You can still win the war. The next round your father chose, and you know it will be better suited toward your talents.”
I don’t hear Liesel’s words. They don’t matter.
All that matters is that Milo is going to fuck Kai, and Kai is going to let him. Did she play me this whole time? Can she touch other people without feeling pain? Because I didn’t think there was any way she was ready to hold another man’s hand, let alone kiss or fuck him.
“Enzo, are you okay?” Liesel asks.
No, I’m not okay. Kai is about to fuck another man, and I can’t stop it without getting us all killed. Because if she goes through with this, if she fucks that bastard, I’ll kill them both. I’d rather die than let that bastard fuck her.
Come back to me, Kai. You’re mine. And I’m not finished fucking you in every way possible. Come back, before he ruins you.
25
Kai
Kissing Milo is torture.
Every kiss burns my lips, my tongue, my mouth. Pain surges through my body with each slip of his tongue into my mouth. My heart slowly stops, trying to shut him out. My breathing is weak, and my body so cold.
“Are you cold, baby?” Milo asks.
Baby. Milo isn’t allowed to call me baby, only Enzo is.
“A little,” I say, shivering again.
He grins, his dimples deepening. “Don’t worry; I’m about to warm you up.”