I swear I’m about to come again, but suddenly Kai isn’t on top of me anymore. I hardly have time to register his absence before his large hands grasp my hips firmly. Kai flips me over effortlessly, then pulls my hips back so I’m on all fours.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wide.
Kai thrusts into me, growling when he bottoms out. I let out a broken cry as I unravel for him, my orgasm ricocheting through my body but never leaving me completely. I’m so fucking sensitive, so raw as he pounds into me.
“I-I-I ca-ca-n’t…” I stutter out, unable to take a full breath.
“You can,” he grunts savagely. “Feel this with me. Fuck, feel it, Annika.”
I whimper and nod my head, staying right here with him in the moment, struggling to hold myself up on shaky arms while my pussy knots around him over and over. Incoherent words and strangled, almost tormented sounds fall from my lips as Kai tears me apart, fucks me so good, so hard, so damn rough. He’s branding me with each savage stroke, claiming all of me, body and soul.
Kai slides his hand around to my front, spreading his fingers out over my stomach and pulling me even closer to him as he ruts into me. His hand creates even more pressure.
My fingers curl into the blankets, fisting them as I try desperately to hold myself up. When he brushes the tips of his fingers over my clit, my knees wobble and my arms give out completely. I faceplant into the pillow, my ass still in the air, Kai still pounding away. He pinches my clit and I sob out yet anotherorgasm. My pleasure spikes as white hot bliss fills my veins. When it fades away, I’m completely limp. Boneless. Held up only by Kai’s punishing grip on my hips.
“Gonna come inside you, love. Gonna make you a mother,” he growls as he holds himself deep inside me. His words make my pussy contract one last time, and that’s his breaking point.
Kai lets out a feral roar as his cum fills me up. He pulls back and then enters me again as more of his release shoots out of him. There’s so much, I feel it dripping down my thighs, the tickling sensation making me moan and involuntarily tremble in his arms.
The last of his orgasm drains from him, and then Kai collapses on top of me. He’s sweaty and panting for air as he rests his forehead between my shoulderblades. I feel his hot breath on my skin, the weight of his body on top of mine, and our sweat mingling as we both soak in this moment of bliss.
The tension is completely gone, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling of utter contentment. We stay wrapped up in each other, simply breathing each other in, skin to skin.
*BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.*
The alarm on Kai’s phone cuts through the quiet air. "Time to clean up," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, but his tone already shifting to mission-ready. He helps me up and then pulls me gently toward the bathroom. "Let's make this quick, but not too quick," he teases, kissing the curve of my neck.
"I'd complain, but I know what you mean," I whisper back, leaning into the warmth of his chest.
We step into the shower, the hot spray immediately relaxing my muscles. Kai turns me around, trapping me between the cool tile wall and his searing heat. He takes the bar of soap and slowly works up a lather on my shoulders, tracing the muscles he knows are tense from the past three days. Or has it been four? Timebleeds together when you’re trapped inside with a sexy beast. Ten out of ten, I highly recommend.
"You're a rock, Annika," Kai says, his voice low against my ear. "You stood up to me, you laid out your truth, and you bounced back from last night like a champion. Don’t ever doubt how strong you are."
I turn my head, water streaming down my face. "It’s easy to be strong when I have you beside me." I lift a hand, running my soapy palm over his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of his afternoon stubble. "Don’t forget that this,” I start, pushing my fingers through his wet hair, "is what’s real. Not the lists, not the Syndicate, just us."
He closes his eyes for a beat, a raw, exposed look on his face I rarely get to see. "Never," he promises, pulling me into a fierce, waterlogged hug. He runs the washcloth down my arm, then my stomach, ending at my thigh. His eyes darken, a mischievous glint back in place.
"Unless you want another round ofrelieving tension, we should probably hurry." I smack his chest playfully. "Eyes on the mission, soldier."
He laughs, a deep, rich sound. "Yes, ma’am."
When we step out, dressed in our clothes and tactical vests, I feel ready. Fear is still there, but it's small and manageable, a tiny thing shadowed by the towering strength of the man beside me. We will face the mission together, along with anything else life throws our way.
8
KAI
The air in the abandoned warehouse smells like damp concrete and rust. It’s perfect. It’s a tomb, and I intend to seal the local Syndicate operator inside it forever. I check the pressure points on Annika’s tactical vest one last time, my fingers lingering near her collarbone. Her curvy body is small against the bulk of the gear, but her spirit is a granite mountain.
“Ready, little flower?” I murmur, my voice rough.
She looks up at me, her hazel eyes shining with a strange, fierce combination of terror and purpose. “I’m done being the victim, Kai. I’m ready to expose these bastards.”
I pull her against me for one last, hard kiss, pouring every ounce of my obsession and devotion into the contact. Mine. She is mine. The raw, primal fear is a cold fist around my heart, a debilitating agony I’ve never known before. I’ve faced down armies without a flicker of doubt, but watching her walk toward that light, knowingly putting herself in the line of fire, is pure torture.
This is a pivotal moment in our fresh, new relationship. I have to trust her. She needs this, needs to claim her strength and take her power back. This is her proving to the world, and to herunsupportive parents, that she is strong, resilient, and utterly capable. I’ve tried to cage her, but she deserves a throne. I am so damn proud of her, proud of the queen I’ve found.
I step back, melting into the shadows as she walks to the center of the loading dock, her body the only soft thing in this industrial hellscape. She’s carrying the burner phone with the staged evidence, the perfect bait.
