Milo chuckles in his annoying way, like this is all just a game to him. Like he isn’t playing with our lives. Like he isn’t playing with his own life. Because everything he does to me, I will do in return.
“Take my hand, sweetheart. Prove you can overcome your little weakness. It’s just my hand.” Milo leans down and whispers, but I hear every fucking word. “Prove to me if I take you, you can handle my touch, because you will be touching a lot more than just my hand. My cock is going to own every inch of you. Every hole. Prove to me I should choose you.”
I snap.
I start for Milo, no longer caring I’m going to have to fight my way out of this club and will most likely get shot, leaving Kai no protection.
Kai realizes I’m losing it and grabs Milo’s hand without hesitation or pain. Like my almost outburst pushed away the pain.
Stop fucking saving me, I tell Kai with my mind.
Kai nods, telling me she’s okay as Milo helps her up like she can’t possibly be able to stand on her own.
Kai may not realize it yet, but she’s already lost. Milo will take me. He’s just playing with us now. Seeing how strong our feelings are for each other. And then when he’s driven the knife deep into both our hearts will he drive the dagger deeper into one of us, while ripping it out of the other.
Milo pulls her to his body as he sniffs her hair. “How is it you always smell like the sea, Kai?”
Milo sweeps her hair over to one side of her neck, and there is no missing the amount of pain on her face at the gesture.
Stay; she’s got this. She doesn’t need your help.
“Remove your hand,” Kai says.
Milo does the opposite. He grabs her hips and jerks her body to his until I’m sure she can feel any erection he has on her ass.
I’m going to kill him.
I jump off the couch like my ass is on fire.
But Kai grabs Milo’s balls and from the twisted, white look on his face, I know she’s torturing him as he tried to torment her.
“If you want to touch me, you have to agree to a deal with me. Otherwise, keep your hands off me, and I’ll do the same to you. Understood?” Kai says.
Milo tries to fight through the pain and act like she isn’t hurting him, but her grip is strong.
I fold my arms across my chest as I smile watching the exchange. I never thought I’d be happy seeing Kai touch another man’s balls. But this makes me happy.
Milo nods, and she releases him. The hunger in his gaze is undeniable as he watches Kai walk away from him. It’s the same feeling I have all the time when I’m around her. And maybe it was a mistake letting Kai handle Milo—he saw her strength in that moment—how fucking incredible she is. How she will fight for everything. How if he takes her, she won’t let him touch him without a daily battle.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
If Milo takes her, I will die. I won’t let it happen. He needs to want me, not her. He needs to think I’m the only way to get the Black empire. Even though after the first two rounds of our game, I know Kai is equally capable of running the company.
No, he’ll choose me. He thinks I’m his best chance of winning. But it won’t stop him from regretting his decision when he’s alone with his dick in his hand.
“Let’s get these stupid games over with. What’s the first one?” I growl as Kai composes herself again while maintaining her adorable glare.
Milo looks at Kai like he wants to get payback. I hate that look.
“Strength. Let’s see who is physically stronger.” Milo devours Kai with his stare that says he both wants her and she is a pathetic weakling at the same time. It’s not a smart move on his part. If he thought her grabbing his balls was as bad as it could get, then he’s an idiot. She’ll find a way to castrate him and watch him slowly bleed out and die.
“Arm wrestle,” he says with a wicked grin.
I roll my eyes. This isn’t a fair fight, and he knows it. “If you want me to win so badly, just take my deal and move on with it. Don’t play these stupid games with us.”
Kai clenches her teeth, determined not to let that happen.
Milo pouts his lips. “Kai has a chance to win, if she’s strong enough.”