“I don’t want it freed.”
She grits her teeth as she pushes the knife harder against my chest until I can feel the metal against my skin. Until I feel the pierce of the blade over my heart. All I have to do to get the pain to stop is lean back, but it would mean removing myself from Kai. I need to feel every inch of her. I want more, not less. I want to shove my tongue so deep into her throat that I taste all of her. I want to nibble and attack her precious neck so the long cut on her neck is nothing in comparison to the marks I leave. I want to spread her legs, throwing them over my head until her thighs are trying to suffocate me as I lick her into oblivion.
“Admit it, you care about me.”
“Only as a man cares about his car.”
“I’m not an object.”
“No, you are the bane of my existence.”
“Admit it, Black,” Kai says. She never calls me Black. It would be admitting defeat. That I’m the true ruler.
“Not until you admit you like being trapped here. You like my protection.”
She pants against my lips. If she wants me to admit I want her, then she has to admit she wants me. That she doesn’t feel like a prisoner. That she wants to be here.
We both lock in our determination to not admit defeat. Because that is what it would feel like: defeat. We are both too strong to ever develop any sort of feelings toward each other.
“I’ve already thawed as much of your heart as I’m going to without your help. It’s your move Black,” Kai says.
I lean down and finally taste the lips of the woman I’ve claimed, stolen, sold, broke, healed, and cried over. Somehow the tears I shed before is what breaks through all the rest for me. I don’t cry. Ever. Not since I was a boy. And then when I’m around Kai, I cry all the time for her. It’s just because her life is so tragic.
“You care about me. Truth or lie?” Kai says.
“Truth,” I breathe, as I brush our lips together again, my salty fire mixing with her sweet cold.
“You like me. Truth or lie?”
“Truth.”
I dip my tongue between her parted lips and both our bodies ease. Her muscles melt against the kiss.
“You like being mine. Truth or lie?” I say.
“Truth,” she whispers, pulling my bottom
lip into her mouth.
She drops the knife, and I push it off the bed, as I tangle my body with hers. I taste her deeply, our teeth clash, and our temperatures slam together, as we stop fighting with our words and instead fight with our tongues.
Kai grips my shirt, thrusting it up my body over my six pack and then jerks it forcefully from my body. I lay my body on top of her, melting her exterior. But I want more than just the surface. I want all of her. Kai’s right, I want as deep as it gets when it comes to her. I just don’t think I can give anything in return. But I want her to depend on me, beg for me, live for me.
We shouldn’t be making out right now. We are both too angry. In too much pain for this to be the logical next step. Kai should be healing, and I should be finding a way to keep Milo from figuring out I have Kai.
Instead, we devour each other. I’m not careful with her like I should be. She’s bruised and physically broken, but fierceness inside her has only grown stronger. It’s the main reason why I like her as Kai says I do.
And the way she’s biting as much as she’s kissing me, I know she doesn’t want this easy and gentle. She wants me to push her, show her how desperate I am for her. That was her plan all along, and I fell for it. She may think she tricked me as she did before, but it’s not tricking if I’m doing it willingly.
“Does it hurt?” she asks as she kisses my neck where she spilled some of my blood.
“No.”
She shakes her head as she bites over my chest and to my heart.
“That’s not what I mean.”
I cock my head, but I don’t want to know what she means. She’s dangerous right now.