Straightening up, he reaches over for the knife once more, picking it up as he stands between my open thighs. I watch transfixed, my heart racing, as he brings it to my inner thigh, gasping sharply as he makes three shallow cuts in quick succession. With a wicked smile on his lush lips, he places the knife carefully down beside my hip on the table, then brings his hand back to my leg. Wiping his finger along the cuts, the sting intense, he gathers my blood on his fingertip, seemingly hypnotised by the drops of glistening ruby.
His eyes flick up to mine, the amber almost entirely swallowed up by black, before they look back down, and with barely a touch, his finger alights on my cunt, rubbing my own blood on my clit.
I’m so wound up with the pain, fear, and the taboo nature of what he’s doing, that one brief touch is enough to detonate an earth-shattering orgasm that rips through me, my liquid release gushing out of me as I yell his name.
I crack my lids just in time to see Kai kneel down, eye level with my still pulsing pussy. Before I can even think about coming down from the heavens, his hot warm tongue licks my clit in a firm hard stroke.
“Fuck! Shit! Fuckity shit!” I whimper, as he licks me again, and again, and again, until I’m squirming, whining, and panting, not sure if I’m trying to escape or get closer as wave upon wave of pleasure rolls over me.
Suddenly, he stops and I yelp like a kicked puppy.
“Hold fucking still!” he bellows in a rough voice, making me jump, the remaining crockery on the table rattling. My heart feels like it’s pounding hard enough to escape the confines of my chest, a slight tremble in my limbs.
“Kai!” Ash snaps behind us, and I hear Jax’s growl sound in warning.
“I’m okay, Ash,” I say, not taking my wide eyed stare off Kai.
My eyes meet his, dark and drowning as he gets up, my gaze darting down to see his beautiful cock rock-fucking-solid, and begging to be buried deep inside me once more. I look back up to see his chin glistening, and a dangerous smirk on his lips.
“You still deserve me, my love,” I pant, watching as his eyes widen and nostrils flare.
With a roar that leaves me quivering and snatching my arms onto my chest, he sweeps his hand across the tabletop to my right, sending dishes of food crashing to the floor. He repeats the move on the other side before stopping to look down at me, his chest heaving, hands and arms covered in breakfast foods.
I lie there, the slight shivering of my body the only outward sign of the effect his behaviour is having on me. And part of that is pure, unadulterated lust. This uncontrolled wild side of his is turning me on. A lot.
With a snarl, he grabs my thighs, spreading them even wider to the point of pain, and I gasp. A malevolent grin takes over his lips, and he catches my hand, wrapping it around my leg, and then doing the same with the other until I’m holding myself completely open for him.
The next thing I know, he’s grabbing his dick, lining it up with my soaked entrance before he slams inside of me, hard and fast. An animalistic groan leaves his lips as a scream of pleasure-pain leaves mine, then he starts pounding into me, using me like I’m a hole to be filled, just as he promised. I know I’ll be aching later, but I currently have no more fucks to give because it feels so damn good, my whole body lights up with pleasure that has an edge of exquisite pain.
I look up to see his face creased in a frown, his hands holding my hips in a bruising grip as he thrusts harder and harder, impaling me on his cock, the sound of our bodies, moans, and grunts louder than the music in the background.
Sparks ignite in my core, my climax rushing towards its peak with the force of two atoms colliding until I’m screaming his name, uncaring if the whole fucking hotel hears, my nails digging into my thighs as I come. Stars burst, and new galaxies are formed as my orgasm tears me apart, leaving me utterly spent.
Moments later, I hear the roar of a thousand lions as Kai finds his own release, jerking inside of me, then collapsing on top of me, his weight a welcome heaviness.
We lie there, panting and breathless as the world rights itself around us. Slowly, I begin to hear the sound of someone clapping. Opening my eyes, I look to the side to see Loki standing there, his rapidly softening dick hanging out. Clearly he enjoyed the show. His emerald eyes are alight with sated satisfaction, as well as the usual shit stirring mischief.
“Bra-fucking-vo, my friend!” he shouts. “Nice to finally see you let go, dude,” he adds, continuing to clap until Jax steps into view, and cuffs him on the back of his head.
“That was...a little fucked up,” Jax tells Kai, a feral grin on his face, and he, too, obviously liked what he saw, especially if his flushed cheeks and post orgasm glow are anything to go by. “But so fucking hot.”
Kai lifts his face off my chest, a huff of laughter escaping as he turns to look at me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern filling his honey eyes as he lifts himself off me even more, looking down to the cut on my breast, a flash of predatory satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
“I’m peachy,” I reply, still breathless and my voice all kinds of husky. “Are you?”
“I—” he starts, biting his bottom lip adorably. “I do feel better,” he tells me, a blush staining his cheeks as he stands up, holding out his hand for me to take.
I can’t help but chuckle softly, then wince as I sit up, Kai noticing the move and frowning. Her Vagisty, for once, is quiet, probably hiding after the pounding we just got.
“Good,” I say, using his help to stand. I wobble, and he catches me, bending down to pick me up bridal style. “I can walk,” I tell him, although that may be bullshit if my still quivering legs are any indicator.
“I know,” he says softly, nuzzling my cheek. “But I need to take care of you,” he whispers in my ear, giving me all the warm and fuzzies as he turns and walks off towards the main bedroom.
I look over his shoulder to see the others starting to clean the mess up. Catching Ash’s eyes, I raise a brow, hoping he knows I’m asking if he’s okay. Placing a hand on Kai's pec, I halt his movement so that Ash can come towards us. My dark Knight, my big daddy Dom—fucking snort—cups my face with his warm palm, looking deep into my eyes as Kai stands there holding me close.
“You okay, Princess?” he asks, his voice rough. There's a fine tremor in his hand against my face, and a spark of worry tinged with guilt alights in my stomach. With Ash's history of self-harm, that must have been all kinds of triggering for him.