“You are worth everything, my love,” I tell him fiercely, feeling his fingers digging into my thighs as I speak. “Every drop of love, every-fucking-thing. You are mine, Kai, as I am yours, and nothing on this earth will change that. Understand?” I’m practically snarling at him, my grip tight as I force him to feel my truth. I’m so fucking angry at a world that would make this incredible man feel undeserving.
A small growl sounds in his throat when my fingers pull his hair more, the sound making a rush of wetness leave my pussy that’s pressed up against his rapidly hardening dick. I can’t help but grind against him, inwardly cursing the silky material of his pyjama trousers that acts as a barrier.
Abruptly, I let go of his hair and reaching down, I pull Loki’s t-shirt off, dropping it to the ground next to us.
“Now, show me you deserve me by taking what you want,” I command him, knowing that it’ll make his dominant side sit up and take notice, and hopefully help to draw him out of this pit of self-despair.
A breath hisses out of him as he takes in the sight of my naked, flushed body. My nipples peak even more when his hungry eyes alight on them, and one of his hands leaves my thigh, pinching the nub between his thumb and forefinger hard enough that I cry out as another rush of wetness coats my inner thighs.
The sound must be his undoing as in the next second, my feet crash to the floor as he stands up, his chair falling on the wood with a thwack. I’m spun around and pushed down, my breasts squashed into his plate of food, the sweet smell of crushed fruit and syrup filling my nose. I hear other items crash to the floor seconds before a hand cracks across my arse so hard that I scream, my cunt clenching on nothing but air as my fingertips claw at the wooden tabletop.
“Dude,” I hear Loki say, his tone uncertain just before a second punishing hit lands, causing another shriek to leave my lips.
“I’m okay,” I rasp out, my heart pounding in my chest. I trust Kai, even now. He won’t hurt me, not ever.
Kai growls at Loki, low and loud in return, and this time a moan leaves me, my hands grasping at the tabletop on either side of my head. It’s such a fucking sexy sound that I can’t help but squirm, seeking relief for the desperate ache that has built so suddenly in my core.
“Do. Not. Move,” Kai rumbles behind me in a voice so unlike his own that I immediately obey.
I hear the rustle of foil, then suddenly my legs are being kicked apart wider seconds before I feel the tip of him nudging at my entrance. An animalistic keen sounds in my throat as he pushes inside me, forcing his way into my tight channel with no preparation, his metal hitting me in all the right places. A hand wraps around my messy bun, pulling me up sharply, my palms supporting my weight as I finally look round me, both of us moaning when he bottoms out.
All three guys are now standing, watching us with a mixture of lust and worry, yet their sweats are tented. I meet each of their stares, giving them a small smile to show that I’m okay. My heart rate picks up because even though I trust Kai completely, this is uncharted territory for us.
His monsters are riding him hard, and I’ve laid down a challenge that he’s unable to resist. However, I’d be lying if I said that the fear is not turning me all the way on, and if the grunt behind me is any indication, Kai can feel my pussy clenching around him in excitement.
Kai presses us forward, taking something from the table that I’m unable to see due to his tight grip on my hair.
“Kai!” Ash exclaims, stepping forward with his eyes wide just as I feel cool metal pressed against the top of one of my breasts.
“Tell him your safe word, darling,” Kai purrs in my ear, his breath hissing as my inner walls tighten round him.
“Red,” I whisper, holding Ash’s worried gaze. I’ve an idea of what Kai might be doing, and if I’m correct, I can totally understand why it may be triggering for Ash. “I’m okay, Ash. Truly.”
He gives a brief nod, but I can see his hand shake as it sweeps through his hair, even as his gaze fill with lust, his inner Dom enjoying watching me in fear. Kai chooses that moment to use his grip to tip my head down so that I can see that my guess was correct. He’s holding a small fruit knife with a wooden handle, and a wicked sharp, slightly curved blade, the tip indenting my flesh just above my areola, but not cutting it. Not yet.
Even though I knew it was there, seeing the blade pressed against my skin causes my heart to start drumming in my chest even more, something that Kai must feel as he thrusts forward, burying himself even deeper inside me, which feels fucking amazing.
“See how fucked up I am, Lilly love,” he growls in my ear, nuzzling the side of my neck with his nose, a gasp falling from my lips as I shudder. “Your fear turns me on like nothing else, and I want to hear you scream in pain as I’m buried deep inside you. I want to see your blood running red when I’m using you like you’re nothing but a hole.”
“Kai…” I moan, my voice low, letting him know how much his words are affecting me in all the right ways, which is probably the complete opposite of what he thinks they would do. “Please.”
His grip on my hair turns punishing, pulling until tears sting my eyes. The room wavers, and although I know the others are there, everything else fades away apart from me and the broken man behind me, holding a knife against my soft skin.
Bad Drugsby King Kavalier, ChrisLee begins to sound in the room, and I gasp as a sharp pain stings my right breast. I’m still at an angle that I can look down and see a bead of red well at the knife point. Fascinated, I watch as it drips down the globe of flesh, trailing a path towards my cleavage. A hiss of pain falls from my lips, my fingers flexing as he draws the blade down, creating a shallow cut, and more drops of blood drip down over my pale flesh.
Jesus fucking christ. Who knew Diesel Viper had it right all along?
The fear, mixed in with the pain, and having his thick, pierced cock inside me is a heady combination, leaving me gasping as the familiar burn of an orgasm begins to build in my centre.
“Fuck, Kai,” I groan, as he takes the knife away, the acidic fruit juices coating my skin stinging the cut, and just adding to the myriad of sensations that are assaulting my senses.
Suddenly, I hear the clatter of the knife against the table as he withdraws, leaving me bereft. For a moment I worry that he’s going to leave me unsatisfied, covered in fruit, yoghurt, and my own blood, but before the thought can settle, he twirls me round, picks me up under my thighs, roughly lifting me onto the tabletop. Giving me no time to adjust to my new seated position, he pushes my chest roughly, my back landing amongst the spilled breakfast as he forces me down.
He snarls, leaning over me to lick and lap at the cut, the sharp pain from his tongue leaving me squirming and desperate for more, my fingers trying to find purchase on the smooth wood I’m lying on.
“Sir,” I plead, hoping that he won’t leave me unfulfilled for long.
His head snaps up, and I’d laugh because the tip of his nose and his chin are covered in a mix of squashed fruit and yoghurt, but the sight of my blood on his lips stops me, as does the feral look in his eyes. He bares his teeth, which are also tinged red, in a smile that sends shivers running all over me as fire races through my veins.